You were seated within the new DADA professor’s office. The walls were littered with light, old-looking plates with cats painted on them. They stared at you with interest as you waited. You had gotten blamed for something you didn’t do, but of course Umbridge nullified your protests. She was searching for Snape in order to get her hands on a truth serum; the one ‘tool’ she abused far too much while on Hogwarts grounds. The aroma of the office was strong. Perfume. It gave you a painful headache.