Rita Skeeter watched as her benefactor finished her anti-muggle diatribe, she could sense the older witch was getting more excited sharing oblique references to her book plans. "I will get my trump card, you will understand once you see". Hermione watched the summoning of her former classmate Dennis Creavey, who scurried into the room once he had received his barked orders. She could hardly reconcile the happy school-kid she once knew to the nervous wizard bowing and scrapping to the seated witches. Umbridge grinned as she watched the surprised look her Mudblood house slave had elicited from the other occupants of the room. She could see Rita Skeeter’s eyes lock onto the tight pink cock-cage pinning the wizard’s penis into a too-small receptacle. She understood Hermione’s horror was focused on the cat who was strapped to Dennis’s torso, obscuring his nudity. Hermione knew the wizard was allergic to cats, so she understood that the bushy red tail swiping across his face must be torture. His face red and puffy from the exposure to cat dander. It took her only a short second to understand that the marmalade tail belonged to her old familiar, Crookshanks, whose paws batted the cock-cage eagerly, playing with it like the cat toys she used to keep in her Gryffindor dormitory.