Transfiguration that afternoon, was significantly more exciting than Harry had anticipated. Perched on a chair at the back of the classroom, her clipboard clutched in her hands, with her wild hair being suppressed by her makeshift helmet of gel, and accessorised by a pink beret, was Professor Umbridge. Harry didn’t disguise his grin of glee this time, and instead waved enthusiastically at her as he took his seat next to Ron. She was clearly unsettled by this, her gaze flicking around the classroom as the students seated themselves, but constantly returning to Harry.  