Since Umbridge had yet to appear, I gave a small wink to Daphne. Her sister, the git she could be, winked back. Daphne smacked on the shoulder before giving me a small wave. That made me chuckle, but it was short lived. The door at the front opened up. The door was usually behind where the Professor table usually was, but in its place was a god awful, faux gold throne and a small table with a tea set on it.. Revealing Umbridge carrying a box. She was practically wearing a bathrobe. She must imagine herself a queen. If she was truly a queen, she would have her head in a guillotine the first day. 