Ignoring the self doubt that sprouted in me, I slowly ate my breakfast in the Great Hall. It was a couple of days back from break. Umbridge was being her usual controlling self. Seeming to try and grasp more power than she should. A few more  decrees  were posted over the break. Some as stupid as boys and girls having to be inches apart from each other. Seriously? Does she not know that the more asinine things you put to control, those who you are trying to control will rebel anyway? Dictators never truly held the power they thought they did. People will always find a way around those rules. Any number of similar rules were going to be ignored behind closed doors. 