1Retribution
There was a time in her youth; when she attended Beauxbatons's Academy of Magic, she would lure herself to sleep with thoughts on retribution. Endless hours she lay awake in her bed thinking on how she could seek against this injustice taking place in her school.
There were students that attended Beauxbatons that she and her mother had thought didn't belong there. So, as she was never a person to sit back and allow such wrongfulness to take place, she took the task upon herself.
She befriending a first year girl, who was part Veela. The girl had looked up to her with awe and was gullible to take in her word as law. The half-breed bought her pseudo friendship and Dolores Umbridge took the advantage.
It was too easy, and it really wasn't too challenging. There had been no real need to lay awake at night to think over her plans. However, Dolores found it to be a pleasant way to lure herself to sleep.
All it took was a potion. A potion that she received from her mother; which caused the girl to be cursed with the continual taste of Troll Bogies. Whenever she took a bite of food or took a drink, that was the only taste that the girl would have. Dolores informed the girl that she thought that it was a school rival that had done this to her, and that if she were smart, she would never let on that she was cursed. It least until they found a cure. That gullible girl nearly wasted away before getting help, but by then it was too late, and she was too unwell to finish the year.
Now, Dolores Umbridge sat in her office in Hogwarts, sipping contently at her tea as she contemplated a new retribution. The students that she had found in the Room of Requirement needed to be punished.
Severely.
This was part of the job that she did like.
'Good ole retribution.'