"Sleight of hand" was what Albert Runcorn called it. In charge of the regime's presence in the culture, he was an expert at his job. The horrid Dolores Umbridge had initially been given the task of supervising the regime-approved newspapers and wireless stations to ensure that nothing was disseminated that went against their established values and practices, but unsurprisingly, she had mucked it all up. Not exactly what one would think was a difficult job, somehow she had failed at it so spectacularly that it had almost cost the bitch her life. Instead, she was demoted to some dusty office in the lowest level of the Ministry filing reports away that no one cared anything about. It had been Hermione's suggestion that she suffer the indignity of following in her father's footsteps as a floor mopper with the Magical Maintenance Department. Considering the witch was so ashamed of her father that she refused to acknowledge he ever existed, it seemed like a fitting punishment. Unfortunately, her idea had been disregarded for something a little less humiliating.