Dora Kennedy Umbridge couldn't remember the last time she had been this angry. Or if she had ever in her life. This was new, this rage. It fueled her forward and into the stands, wand still gripped in her hand because she had not put it down all day. There was the occasional spark that flew from it without her even meaning to.

None of the champions were exactly her friends, but she moved to sit near them anyway. It felt right that they all sat together after that crap show. Solidarity? She was jut waiting for her bestie to come join her. She needed Sam to be okay. She HAD to be. If she wasn't then Hogwarts would go up in flames today. Her tears still fell as she sat there amongst the hostile students.

They had every right to be angry.

Every last one of them.

Ministry and Mungp's workers didn't make a lick of difference to Dora right now. She'd burn the whole world to the ash to protect the people she cared about. And THIS. THIS was the worst thing the IMPS idiots had done yet. No one had the right to put PEOPLE AT RISK over a bloody scholarship.