"Come on now dear - lower your hands, that’s it," Umbridge crooned in her ear. Marietta realised abruptly that her face was coming into view, and she snapped her hands back into place and shook her head determinedly, "Now now, don’t worry about the spots - just tell the Minister what you told me," Marietta shook her head again, and tried her best to twist her way out of Umbridge’s grip.