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( 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔦𝔦, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖘𝖎𝖝 ) — she had it coming
Evangeline had to admit that she hadn't the faintest idea why Umbridge had tasked her with assisting the OWL examiners throughout their time at Hogwarts. It wasn't much of a punishment, for majority of the witches and wizards were acquaintances with her family. The brunette supposed she wanted her out of the way for yet another scheme, only she was unsure of what it was yet.
They were just outside of the Great Hall, greeting the ancient-looking people. The pure-blood witch glanced to her side to see Umbridge looking rather nervous, which brought her immense joy.
''Oh, Evangeline Rosier, aren't you a sight for sore eyes! Your father failed to mention you worked here at Hogwarts! I always did tell him you were both beauty and brains, dear child.''
Professor Marchbanks (who had been Adonis' mentor once upon a time) was a tiny, stooped witch with a face so lined it looked as though it had been draped in cobwebs. She was also a little deaf, causing Umbridge to be forced to speak to her very deferentially, and not only because she had complimented the Charms professor.
''Journey was fine, journey was fine, we've made it plenty of times before! Now, I haven't heard from Dumbledore lately!'' She said impatiently, peering around the room as though hopeful he might suddenly emerge from a broom cupboard. ''No idea where he is, I suppose?''
''None at all,'' the toad-like woman replied, shooting a malevolent look at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were dawdling around the foot of the stairs as the Weasley boy pretended to do up his shoelace. ''But I daresay the Ministry of Magic will track him down soon enough . . . ''
''Oh, Professor Umbridge, I would not hold my breath if I were you,'' the Rosier girl chirped, a fake smile plastered on her face; she wasn't a fan of Dumbledore, but she wasn't an even bigger fan of Umbridge.
''Not if Dumbledore doesn't want to be found!'' Shouted Professor Marchbanks in agreement. ''I should know . . . examined him personally in Transfiguration and Charms when he did NEWT's . . . did things with a wand I'd never seen before . . . ''
''Yes, well . . . let me show you to the staff room . . . I daresay you'd like a cup of tea after your journey.''
It was an uncomfortable evening. It seemed as if Umbridge regretted her choices of filling up Evangeline's schedule with the examiners, so she demoted her to boiling the kettle and scooping spoonfuls of sugar.
But that was only until the exams started. Over the course of the next two weeks, she had been under strict instructions to oversee both the theory and practical examinations, excluding Charms for that was the subject she taught.
