Dolores:
Dreadful little trolls, all of them! Not one of them appreciates the vital work that I have so graciously agreed to do here on behalf of Fudge. Nasty little vermin, going about spreading lies about the return of You-Know-Who. Been reading too many of those mind-rotting comic books that I keep having to confiscate.
I am certain that Minerva hates me. She pretended not to hear me all morning at breakfast. How unforgivably rude! I'll show her when I inspect her class. Then she'll understand that I am a force to be reckoned with. Shall wear my best pink hat.
Miverva:
That horrid Umbridge woman came to my class this morning. I suppose it was all for the best that Albus secured my word that I would not transfigure her into something... less vocal. She would make a wonderful throw-pillow for Sybill's classroom. It would be only fair, given how harshly the harridan treated her, and in front of so many students.
Dolores will never understand what she tried to ruin that day. The sooner Hogwarts can be rid of Umbridge, the better off we will all be. I fear we have greater trials ahead than Dolores Umbridge is prepared for.