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Post by Dolores Umbridge on Oct 13, 2007 8:57:23 GMT
The door swung open and Umbridge walked into her office with quick, short steps. She sat down by her desk, tapping her magical self-brewing teapot and placing a clean tea-cup on the side of her neat and tidy desk. Opening a drawer, she took out a pile of papers which she efficiently started to go through.
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Post by Dolores Umbridge on Dec 16, 2007 11:28:32 GMT
Dolores had written a letter earlier today to this horridly irritating new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts about his manner of educating the students, and hopefully he would understand the weight of that warning.
She was enjoying a nice cup of very sweet tea, when a quick rapping on the door could be heard.
"Yes? Please enter," she answered.
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Post by Caligula Chimaera on Dec 16, 2007 11:33:04 GMT
The door opened, and the aristocratic frame of Caligula Chimaera strolled in. He carried a small velvet pouch and had a creepy grin on his face.
"Good afternoon, Umbridge," he said, and his voice revealed that the visit would be highly uncomfortable.
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Post by Dolores Umbridge on Dec 16, 2007 11:38:57 GMT
Dolores swallowed the mouthfull of tea with wide eyes and a stiff face. The very presence of Caligula Chimaera in the Ministry's building, in her office, made the china in her hands clatter ever so slightly as a foreboding feeling filled her stomach. She quickly placed her tea cup on her desk, and tried to retain her composure as much as possible.
"Mr. Chimaera. What a... surprise to see you here. Can I help you?" There was a light quaver in her voice, and in her head, she silently said some rather nasty words about that.
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Post by Caligula Chimaera on Dec 16, 2007 11:43:26 GMT
The grin on Caligula's face widened.
"As a matter of fact, you can." He advance on her, stopping on the opposite side of the desk.
"You've been sending... instructions to a certain teacher at Hogwarts, have you not?" Dolores gave a very small, nervous nod.
"Well, I highly recommend the Board to change their minds about these... instructions." He placed the pouch in front of her.
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Post by Dolores Umbridge on Dec 16, 2007 11:48:30 GMT
Reluctantly Dolores leaned a bit forward as the pouch slightly unfolded to reveal a huge onyx, quietly pulsating a dim glow. All the blood seemed to leave her face and her eyes widened. She swallowed laudably and carefully leaned backwards.
"Of course... Why, the whole matter is as good as forgotten," she said, no longer capable of controlling the quaver of her voice. She just wanted that thing out of her sight and that horrible, horrible man out of her office, out of this building.
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Post by Caligula Chimaera on Dec 16, 2007 11:53:24 GMT
Caligula's grin turned into a nasty smirk, and for a few milliseconds, his face seemed to change into something so unspeakably disturbing, Dolores seemed to be at the brink of fainting, before it quickly returned to normal. He swiftly snatched up the pouch with the rock inside it, and put it in his pocket.
"Always a pleasure to do business with you, my dear Umbridge," he said in a pleasant tone, as if they had just made a cheerful agreement. He strolled out from the room, and politely closed the door after him.
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Post by Dolores Umbridge on Dec 16, 2007 12:04:03 GMT
Dolores was left sitting frozen in a state of shock for a few seconds. Caligula Chimaera had, up through the ages, made a few, short visits to the Ministry, and as if by some law, he would always get his way. It wasn't that his demands were of any particularly big importances, usually they were smaller matters, trifles in the grand scale of things, but somehow one was always left with the feeling that that particular trifle could possibly be the trigger of some great horrible doom. She had seen that onyx once before in her life. It was after the first time she had disregarded one of his little "wishes", and he had payed her a less than uncomfortable visit. That stone, what ever it was, had the power to somehow give her the feeling that should it's master not get his way, some demon would crawl out of it and into her head, eating up her sanity as if it was tasty all flavour beans, before it set out to jump on the next yummy passer-by. It was as if the essence of chaos resided in that stone, and it was one of the few things in her life she could not for the life of her overcome her fear of.
She picked up a fresh parchment and started writing.
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Post by Dolores Umbridge on Jan 19, 2009 2:02:58 GMT
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*walks into her office, slamming the door and shaking her head*
Those Weasley boys. Tsk, tsk.
*walks to her desk, currently hidden under piles of paperwork and frilly trimms*
I always knew they were going to push someone too far, the little brats.
*settled herself in the pink, cushiony chair, sighing*
Poor Malfoys...Those chickens didn't come out unscathed, either. What in Merlin's name were they thinking?
*begins to hum, sorting through the papers on her desk*
*smiles as a hot cup of tea appears, floating alongside a small dish of biscuts*
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Post by Lucius Malfoy on Mar 5, 2009 21:27:47 GMT
{Interdepartmental Note, Private & Confidential}
Dear Ms Umbridge,
I have not received any compensation monies in regards to the Weasleys case of Trespassing and Damage to Goods Order that you dispatched a while ago. I think the deadline has been and gone and I have been more than lenient as I am sure you would agree. I think it is time this was pursued by High Court.
Regards as always.
Lucius. [/i]
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Post by Dolores Umbridge on Mar 12, 2009 22:10:38 GMT
*door swings open*
*enters the room, door slamming shut behind her*
*angrily marches to her desk, sitting in the chair with a loud [hmph!]*
*eyes the note on the desk, pursing her lips into a thin line before reading*
Oh, of course, Mr. Malfoy. How silly of me.
*narrows her eyes as she pulls out a ridiculiously fluffy feathered quill, a black ink bottle and a few sheets of parchment.*
*pauses, remembering how long ago she sent the first note to the Weasleys.*
Tsk, tsk. Yes. It is high time to bring those boys to court...
*Begins writing on the first sheet of parchment...*
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