She was surrounded on all sides by owls, to the point that she was barely visible. Small owls and big owls, brown owls and black owls, owls with yellow eyes and owls with orange eyes, owls that were waiting patiently to be relieved of their letters, and owls that were beginning to look increasingly threatening as they encroached on the space of their fellow owls to try and pressure Umbridge into accepting their letters next. Though Umbridge wasn’t  entirely alone - covered in feathers and flustered as she was, she had at least one helper.