Defence Against the Dark Arts classes were painful, and Harry had resorted to actually reading the textbook in an attempt to drive away boredom. On the occasions were Umbridge wasn’t looking directly at him, Harry took the opportunity to try and practice his wandless nonverbal magic - he’d not managed anything spectacular, but he had achieved a very weak diffindo on the stitching of her clothing, and an even weaker shrinking spell on her shoes. He hadn’t seen any significant change, but the sleeve of her most frequently worn pink jacket was definitely starting to fray, and he was positive he’d seen her looking down at her feet with a frown.