All of the potions that she'd been forced to imbibe over the past two days by the damned Healers and her overprotective husband churned in her belly. She'd been so relieved to get Aberforth out of Level Eleven that she forgot an entire step of her plan. When they made it out, she was supposed to have Aberforth remain in Umbridge's office long enough for her to sneak back upstairs to her own. She was going to slip into the office the same way she'd slipped out. Then she was going to tell Rachel that she was going to give the incompetent Umbridge bitch a piece of her mind. That way, she had an alibi for the entire time she was actually downstairs. How could she have allowed the adrenaline racing through her entire body to get her off-course?