Orla picked up her teacup. There were cats on it, as there were everything in this office. She refrained from commenting on it. "My thoughts weren't actually headed down that path. It was one of our interns, just graduated from the school in June. I think if we reassign her to the greenhouses we'll be fine. No saboteur. Just inexperience." And for her inexperience Orla was making her clean up the mess and empty bedpans.
"Everything should be back to normal by the time I get back," she reassured Umbridge. She was not in charge at the shack, but she used what power she had to demand a smoothly running ship. It helped, being a young potions expert. "Although, when that will be, I'm not sure, as I don't quite know what we'll be discussing in this meeting."