Cornelius Fudge walked past them towards the front rows, his expression miserable, twirling his green bowler hat as usual; Hermione next recognised Rita Skeeter, who had a notebook clutched in her red-taloned hand; and then, with a jolt of fury, Dolores Umbridge, an unconvincing expression of grief upon her toadlike face, a black velvet bow set atop her iron-coloured curls. She wondered how the bitch had survived the forest but didn't give it another thought. At the sight of the centaur Firenze, who was standing like a sentinel near the water's edge, she gave a start and scurried hastily into a seat a good distance away.