Hermione remained motionless as her two captives continued to exchange idle chit-chat, a steaming pot of tea magically refilling Umbridge’s cup as she summoned a neat pile of sugar cubes into her dark brew. She expanded on her own authorial exploits of what Hermione knew was nasty propaganda, her leaflet "Mudbloods and the Dangers They pose to our Society’ was apparently going to get the full book treatment and she was going to get some accompanying photos to spice up the book. Rita Skeeter nodded shrewdly, carefully biting into a heaped creamed bun, studiously eschewing the opportunity to reciprocate and discuss her own current project, allowing the former teacher to expound further upon her own writings. Hermione watched mutely as her former High Inquisitor smugly continued her monologue, "Well the Mudblood has little utility to me now, I think the bulk of the shots for my book will be best served after her visit to Barty". Hermione heard Rita gulp her tea, clearly she knew a visit with the last of the Crouch line would be an unpleasant experience, Hermione would have wagered as much from that Death Eater’s reputation, but the journalist’s reaction filled her with fa deepening sense of foreboding.