Dolores Jane Umbridge, former Senior Undersecretary to the ex-Minister of Magic, really thought her fall from grace couldn't be any lower than what it had become after Fudge lost office. Yet, here she finds herself shackled hands and legs, spread in an X, bound like animals in a non-descript rundown building of sorts. Acrid smell of rotting metal and bubbling liquid assaulting her senses. She stood out in her surroundings like a horrid blotch of pink. She tried to howl and scream, but no words left her, nothing but muffled noise from her gagged mouth. She could see a couple of runic circles from the edge of her eyesight, however, the circle was faded and burnt out.