WHO: Dolores Umbridge WHERE: Ministry of Magic, Courtrooms & Dolores' Office WHEN: September 2 WHAT: Undesirablle #1 breaks into the Ministry. WARNINGS: None.
“See you admiring my locket, Mafalda.” Dolores beamed with a sense of pride. “It is an heirloom of my family’s, the Selwyn family. I’m sure you have heard of them.” Dolores boasted before clearing her throat hem-hem. They had a blood purity hearing to carry on with. Dolores glanced to her cat patronus to see it still working as it should and she turned her attention nodding her head to the guard that the next criminal was welcome to come take a seat for their hearing. “You’re lying,” Dolores spoke with disdain while trying to remain a matter of fact. “Wands only choose wizards or witches, and you are not a witch.” It was truly appalling to hear Cattermole lying this way. Hearing her lies only fueled Dolores more. She noticed movement to the side of Cattermole. “Whatever are you doing Albert?” “You’re lying Dolores, and one mustn’t tell lies.” Dolores registered who that was. Potter. How was she going to handle this?
Before she could do anything he stupified her. Dolores collapsed back in her chair, causing her patronus to stop working setting the Dementors loose. Dolores came too. “STOP HIM!” She shouted before realizing that Potter had indeed gone and Yaxley was in pursuit. Dolores began to breathe rapidly and fanning herself. “Someone, someone, fetch the healer.” She said her words punctured by short rapid breaths. Not carrying that those remaining were working on handling the Dementors. “SOMEONE GET A HEALER.” She shouted. The sounds of china clinking together could be heard as Dolores shakingly lifted her cup and saucer from her desk. She took a sip tasting the splash of whiskey she had put in it. Yes, this would calm her nerves.
Potter, causing trouble again. Stealing her eye. It had to have been him. Dolores would see to it that he would get the punishment he so rightly deserved. She took the rest of her tea in one large gulp and placed it firmly down on the table. No shakes, no anxious feeling. Dolores glanced to her clock on her desk. They were very behind in their hearings. There was much left to do still. Dolores rose from her desk and walked with purpose out of her office only pausing for a moment to look at the space where the eye had once resided. She quickly turned and headed down the corridor. “Court is going back in session.” She announced to her works as she strode through the desks.