Harry only smiled, going to take another sip of coffee. His eyes were suddenly caught by a flash of pink, and he kept his mug raised to his lips, using it to disguise his grin. Umbridge had entered the hall for her own breakfast, and she looked mildly frazzled, emotionally and physically. He noticed with amused interest that her head band seemed to be less for decoration today, and more a requirement to control her hair - the wild ends gave her away though, each strand seeming to float slightly as it was repelled by its neighbour. He had to disguise his snort of laughter as a cough when the Defence Professor seated herself, and very reluctantly touched her goblet, a visible sigh of relief escaping her when nothing happened. He nearly choked however, when McGonagall leant past her to grab the sugar, and they both let out a small yelp when they touched for the briefest moment, and the build-up of static discharged.