When she finally couldn't stand it another moment, she made her excuses to go down to Level Ten's file room. It was a mark of how distracted her mind was that she didn't even think about how uncomfortable she usually was passing the Department of Mysteries. She descended the staircase to the courtrooms and Umbridge's dingy office. The witch smiled with the vacant expression of one still under the Imperius Curse. It was helpful that a chosen victim was usually able to function quite normally away from the influence of the one who cast the curse.