Lovely Lady Umbridge

Anwen Beatrice Umbridge

I stepped out of the flying carriage my mother had sent for me and landed softly on the balls of my feet. The scent of half-blood's and muggles filled my senses, oh how I hated it with a fiery passion, the smell giving me serve nausea. The sleek black brick of the Ministry of Magic reflected my appearance back to me, I smirked at the reflection. My perfectly curled blonde hair, flawless pale skin, painted pink lips, deep green eyes, defined eyebrows and long lashes. I was beautiful, as I always was of course. I turned and lifted my small pink purse up from my velvet seat in the carriage, as soon as the bag was in my grasp the carriage dissapeared and my black kitten, Lilith, landed on my shoulder.

A man with fiery orange hair that had been sleeked back and was wearing a fitted suit greeted me kindly. "How do you do today Lady Umbridge?" He bowed his head slightly and offered his hand to help me step down.

I 'humfed' quietly and snapped my fingers, white gloves appearing on my hands. I smiled brightly at my magic and then took his hand, stepping down off the ledge and onto the floor of the main building of the ministry. "I am quite well today thank you for asking Percy. And yourself?"

He beamed. "Oh Ma'am I've been fantastic, thank you for asking."

I produced a false smile and voice of interest. "Oh lovely, might I inquire why?"

"I've been given a promotion, and it's absolutely great. I love the new job, I even have an office." He boasted with pride.

I nodded. "Yes, quite I'm sure." Bloodtraiters. Sickening creatures. After rolling my eyes I questioned him again. "Where might my mother be? And would you mind ever so kindly to escort me to her."

He shook his head. "I'm sorry malady but, your mother is in an important trial at the moment. She won't be free for a while. She has requested however, that I take you to her office."

I merely nodded boredly. "That's fine, I can always wait."

Percy -ugh- Weasley, escorted me to my mother's office, and deposited me there, leaving with a kind wave. Once the door shut I snapped my fingers once again, my hair falling free from its pins, my dress seeming to melt off my body along with my shoes, leaving me in my underclothes and stockings. I let out a breathy sigh of relief as I took a step without the painful 6inch pumps adorning my feet.

Now a lot more comfortable, I strode to my mother's desk in search of a reason she would have me delivered here. On the desk sat pictures of cats, several of me, one of my beloved father -bless his soul-. A few papers were scattered about, mainly everything was organized perfectly and put away neatly. All but a single envelope that had been discarded on the floor under her desk. With manicured nails I lifted the envelope and picked at the wax seal that bore our family crest.

The envelope rattled with life and sprang from my fingers, folding into a howler.

"Good afternoon my beautiful Anwen," My mother's voice cooed. "I'm sure you're wondering why I had the Weasley boy bring you to my office. It's a great story actually, but we haven't that much time. I'm informing you that you have now been enrolled into Hogwarts as a 5th year student." I starred at the howler as it explained this to me, but I was confused. I'm almost graduated from Beaxubatons, why would she be transferring me now? And as a lowly 5th year as well! "I know you must be confused my darling, but I assure you that you will be helping Mummy greatly by doing her this favor. A young boy at Hogwarts by the name of Harry Potter is stirring the pot a little too much for my liking. He's caused such a commotion that the Minister himself is becoming frightened! I need you to spy on this boy for me. Find out all his secrets, see if what he's been lying about is the truth or truly a lie." I nodded to the howler, still slightly angered that I couldn't take my last year at the school I'd been attending since childhood. "I've already spoken with Madam Maxine, she's arranged for you to spend every other weekend in France to finish up your schooling and you will graduate by the end of the year."

I held my hand up to the howler. "Mother; why exactly do you want me to do this?"

"Dumbledore. That old man is exactly that, old. Weary and making ill decisions that affect the minds of thousands of children. I refuse to let this continue."

"What if I'm discovered?"

The howler laughed. "You needn't worry yourself my Princess, I've enlisted you an ally. I'm sure you're familiar with . Lucious happens to have a son just a few years younger than you; he has happily obliged to help us in the strategic operation."

I nodded, to myself and the Howler. "Yes Mum, when do I start?"

"The train leaves in 2 weeks."