Dora could hardly contain her rage as the man spoke again. Not rage toward him. Toward this entire situation. Pocketing the things she had just summoned she stood up slowly and frowned.

Should she just quit now?

This was infuriating.

But no. She couldn't just quit. She was a GRYFFINDOR and furthermore, she was an Umbridge. And she had not been raised to be a QUITTER. Ugh. Sometimes she wished she had been, really.

But there were far more important things at hand.

Like an affected Muggle man. "Sir, you hit your head. What creatures are you talking about? The white creatures? Are you sure you're okay?" And then he lowered his head and covered his face... this was the moment she had been waiting for. Quickly the girl raised her wand and cast a False Memory charm on him. Adding that he did indeed fall and smack his head. So only adding to his memories in a manner in which she hoped explained everything that he had seen?

She wasn't proud of herself.

Not in the slightest. Any type of memory charm used on what she assumed was a Muggle was morally reprehensible. Fully. But she only hoped that the man calmed a bit so she could convince him to drink the draught and eat the chocolate. Maybe. HOPEFULLY.

"Sir. Are you alright?" she asked softly as she moved closer to him once more.