An uncomfortable wig was glued to her head, it seemed like a straggly exaggeration of her hairstyle during her school days, no longer the sleek shorter form that she preferred from her years on the run. The course hair caused her head to itch uncomfortably. Next Umbridge looped a Gryffindor tie around her neck, the cool silk tickled her nude torso, as her useless hands couldn’t move to protect herself. She could hear Rita’s quill continue to write voluminous notes, as Umbridge continued to share embarrassing tidbits to the waiting journalist, "yes, this degenerate is the worst Mudbloods. Did you know this pervert lost her virginity on her own wand? It’s true". Umbridge was forceful in her assertions despite Rita’s questioning raised eyebrow, "Rita, you will just have to ask it when you do your interview, the little slut’s first real sexual experience was with her own parents, Muggles are the absolute worst. It is why I'm so dedicated in protecting wizarding-kind from this filth. I can arrange some veritiserum if you’d like to verify any of these facts". Umbridge stopped in her efforts to accessorise her immobilised prisoner, "How about we get it warmed up for the festivities with another first". Umbridge accio’ed the golden gag from her cats, jamming it back into the prisoner’s mouth. Hermione felt shame as her mouth sucked unbidden on the familiar but bitter tasting intrusion. She watched the disgusted incredulous smile on Rita’s face, the speed of the quill increased as suddenly there was more action to document. Hermione’s attention turned to a horrible itching feeling as Umbridge deposited the contents of her catnip bag onto her splayed crotch, sick in the knowledge that her jailers were only just beginning.