I also happened to be present when Umbridge came in to evaluate Snape. While I detest the hook-nosed, greasy-haired gitt, I do acknowledge that he's a true expert in his field. How it must have galled him, having to stand there in front of students (Harry in particular; those two have hated each other from Day One) and put up with sauce from that jumped-up Ministry lickspittle! If I hadn't been trying to save Harry's bacon, I'd have watched, savouring every minute; as it stood, Harry was paying far more attention to them than to what we were supposed to be doing, and despite my best efforts, he bungled his potion again. I wonder---did young Tom Riddle ever have days like this?