"I think there's a longer line to kill Umbridge than there is to kill Lestrange," Cormac said, not joking in the least. "And Malfoy's not bad, he's just...a Slytherin." He kissed the top of Colin's head. "And I won't let him say anything about your being a Muggleborn, okay? You know that doesn't matter."
He cuddled Colin closer, moving so that he cradled Colin between his legs as they lay back on the couch. While Colin vented he rubbed his hands up and down Colin's arms, massaging away the tension there. "Bastards," he said vehemently. "Want me to find an excuse to pound them?" Even if Colin didn't, he was going to find an excuse anyway. "Umbridge has no right to try to control businesses." He frowned, wondering if Morag had found anything in Tiberius' papers that would do away with the woman once and for all.