Hermione could hear movement behind her with the telltale creak of an opening door, she could see a feral smile blossom across Umbridge’s toad-like visage all thoughts of the debauched game she was playing with her cat lost. Her pudgy arms held outward in a welcoming gesture. "Rita Skeeter, how nice of you to join us". Hermione felt a wave of dejection wash over her, while Umbridge’s hatred for her was ideologically driven, Hermione knew that Rita’s grudge against her was deep, personal and somewhat justified, it wasn't likely that the journalist would help her even if she was half-minded to pity her.