Pansy read through the notice once, frowned, and read through it again. 'You've got to be kidding me!' she protested aloud, rolling her eyes. She barely remembered that she had a business in town, most of the time, for all the attention she paid to it.
Well, if Umbridge wanted to inspect the Inn, more power to her. If it weren't for the friend of Blaise's that stayed there and the house-elves that worked there, she might have let the place close once Polly was born.
At least the woman wasn't looking into private estates or European accounts. A good chunk of the Parkinson money was either in European banks or the odd Muggle ones in London. And all of what she and Polly had inherited from Gilderoy had remained in European banks. She just hadn't wanted to fool with any of it.