Umbridge was watching her class, containing the Gryffindor and Slytherin fifth years, as they read her "Ministry Approved" textbook. She was confident in the knowledge that now; there was no way that they were going to rise up against the Ministry. That was everyone's (who was truly loyal to the Ministry at any rate) worst fear, an army of students being commanded by that doddering old fool, Dumbledore. She took a particular pleasure in watching young Mr. Potter read through the book and write some notes down in a notebook with a scowl on his face. Nothing seemed to brighten her day more then to see the horrible little liar get taken down several pegs. "Ahh...being a teacher to small children is so wonderful" she thought with a large smirk on her toad like lips. If she had moved a little closer towards the young, raven haired lad she would have had the chance to read what the boy was writing. Unfortunately for her, she didn't know that it wasn't anything that spelt good news for her