Umbridge removed the elaborate metal contraption covering the gimp-suited prisoner's face, seeing the curiosity blossom in Rita Skeeter’s eyes. She worked the tight mask up into the bound prisoner’s hairline. Watching as the cogs in the journalist’s mind sprung into action. "Who else knows about this?", the question was straightforward and Hermione noticed for the first time the new prisoner didn’t have a control collar similar to her own cold metal version or the pink garish version that Umbridge seemed to prefer for her cats and Dennis. "Obviously the Dark Lord and of course his entourage knows... Anyone of any importance in the Ministry...", she let those ominous words sit as a girlish chuckle punctuated her list, "well obviously you can’t be important in this day and age without being in Voldermort’s good graces and now you know too".