Trelawney appeared next, scrambling after her belongings, her eyes red and puffy and her moans of pain interrupted periodically by her sobbing. The crowd of students parted further, standing pressed against the wall to allow the passage of Trelawney’s other trunk and the witch who was levitating it ahead of her - Professor Umbridge. She had a sick, pleased look on her face, and she unceremoniously dropped the second trunk at the top of the stairs, and watched with glee as it toppled its way to the bottom. Fortunately, this one did not spring open.