Harry was rather glad he had gotten that bit right. Of course, he had known Hermione since they were eleven years old and never in his life had he ever meant anyone who enjoyed school work as much as she did. Sometimes Harry was envious of her ability to enjoy things that proved very useful over the years. He just preferred Quidditch and exploding snap over anything like that though even if it wouldn't quite help him out when he was in a tight spot.
"Yeah" Harry agreed, looking over at Ron. "We'll have to see, even if it's not someone close to Umbridge, anyone with an excuse to be near her - maybe someone who works with her?" Even a janitor would work. Surely, she didn't clean her own office. Harry could hardly imagine the woman dusting or anything of the sort. Certainly it would sully her hideous clothing. The color pink still make him nauseas.