Alice stares at Scrimgeour, it can't be possible. The anger that had surfaced earlier now rises a little higher, this is so much worse than she had expected.
She rubs her face then pushes her hair back, trying to find a diplomatic way to ask how in the hell that could ever happen without directly implying or saying Umbridge.*
Has anyone been able to speculate on her whereabouts?
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Date: 2011-04-16 04:14 am (UTC)Alice stares at Scrimgeour, it can't be possible. The anger that had surfaced earlier now rises a little higher, this is so much worse than she had expected.
She rubs her face then pushes her hair back, trying to find a diplomatic way to ask how in the hell that could ever happen without directly implying or saying Umbridge.*
Has anyone been able to speculate on her whereabouts?