Snape was, well, by the elevator.

He stood, waiting for the elevator to come.

Then Umbridge approached.

You are all probably wondering, 'What is that vile toad doing here?!'

She's here to ride the elevator and to get help with her….issue.

"Hello," she said rudely.
"Ugh, you again," Snape said, turning away.

"I'm not here to be rude, Snapette, I'm here for help."
"What do you need?" Snape said with a sigh.

They stepped into the elevator.

"I need help with my laundry."
"Sorry, I'm already doing Dumbledo-Dumbles' laundry," Snape said.

"No no, it's not about you doing my laundry," Umbridge said, "It's about how I have too much laundry."
"Like, how much are we talking about?"
"Well…" Umbridge wrung her hands, "My whole house is filled with it."
"Oh my God," Snape said, turning away.

"I only do the baskets that are near my bed," Umbridge said.

"What about the other baskets?"
"They just pile up high….I haven't actually cooked a meal in a while because of how full of laundry my kitchen is."
"Ew."

"Help me?"
"No."

"Well then. Even Cornelius won't help me."
"Well, I think he's still ashamed about how he thought Voldy wasn't back."
"I have complete faith in him that he took the right actions and-"

"Wait, what?"
"Oh never mind."
Ooh, you lucky duckies! I'm updating!
So I had this idea that I would do a story where Umbridge had too much dirty laundry and it killed her (part of a conversation with TwiLyight Sans Sparkles). But then I decided to make a chapter about it instead.

I got off my lazy butt and wrote, now get off yours and review!