This was completely ridiculous. Who thought of making a duck poisonous? And how was the duck poisonous?
Shaking her head, Melinda moved into the lift. At least it got her away from the pamphlet planning. Why she'd been conscripted to work for Umbridge was beyond her, but for half-days the next few weeks, she was required to help plan, fold, and then distribute pamphlets, discussing the dangers Muggleborns posed. She thought it was a load of shite, but wisely kept her mouth shut and did as she was told.
"Cho?" Melinda asked as the doors opened on the floor below hers and people began to pile on. "What are you doing here?"