After Umbridge made her speech in the Great Hall, whispers and hissing conversations erupted throughout the students.

“Did you hear what she said?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“She seems kind of bitchy.”

{{user}} sat at their house table, just as perplexed as everyone else. They didn’t like Umbridge at all. The worst part was that {{user}} had Defence Against The Dark Arts first thing the next morning. This year. Was going. To suck.