However, we weren't out of the woods yet, either literally or figuratively. I had counted on their reluctance to attack "foals" to get us out of there, but Umbridge's tact, diplomacy and all-around charm had infuriated them to the point that they were seriously thinking about sending us the same road Umbridge had taken. This was not part of my plans, and I admit that I didn't handle it very well---one of my weaknesses is a bad tendency not to deal too well with the unexpected.