Note: Refers to the actual event in the book where Minerva mutters "It unscrews the other way".
Take One
Umbridge hurried down the corridor when she heard a startling crash. She rounded the corner just in time to see Professor McGonagall appear on the scene, and Peeves dashing away. A large crystal chandelier lay shattered on the floor.
"Oh dear," Professor McGonagall informed Umbridge, her tone not the slightest bit apologetic. "Well, I have a class right now, so I'll just leave you with the clean up."
"Ah, yes," answered Umbridge, too flustered at the damage to protest.
She missed the slight curl of the other witch's lips.
After spending the rest of the afternoon and evening clearing up the mess – Filch was nowhere to be found – it was well past midnight when Umbridge finally stepped into her office. She gasped in horror.
Gone!
They were gone!
Her precious pictures of cute fluffy cats were all gone!
Umbridge let loose a howl of anguish and anger.
In Gryffindor Tower, Ginny jerked up from her bed. What was that terrifying sound that she just heard? She instinctively bolted for her brother's room and leapt into a rather astonished Ron's arms.
"Ron, Ron! What's that sound?" she asked rapid-fire style. "Is that Voldemort? Or the Death Eaters? Is a contingent of giants attacking? Did Dad forget Mum's birthday again?"
Back in her own office, Professor McGonagall took particularly vindicative pleasure in smashing every single one of them. Cats were proud majestic creatures. They were never meant to be forced into unnatural positions like that.