I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good

Listen, everyone:

Does anyone know if they're going to clean out Madam Umbridge's office and quarters soon?

I think we might want to have a look in there before anything can be binned, what.

I've been talking with Megan Jones. I know, Sally-Anne, that you'd prefer on the whole that we never speak to her again, what, but she's been terribly abused by Madam Umbridge just as much as anyone else this year. Perhaps more. But she was privy to some of Madam Umbridge's plans, or at least, her collaborators' plans. Last night, Megan said:

Madam Umbridge wanted me to make a list so one particular fellow servant of Our Lord would have what he needs for his work. And what he needs is expendable people. Who are halfbloods.

I say, even if MLE were to come and investigate her death, I bally well doubt they'll be looking for that sort of thing. Or that they'd jolly well care if they found it.

I think we ought to have a look round. Tonight.

-Finch-Fletchley