// so heartless

dolores umbridge. twenty-six. she / her. head of the improper use of magic office.

[dvmbridge]

dolores couldn’t help but walk with a little pep in her step, everything was going just swimmingly and the ministry as always was coming out on top. the war was nothing more than a blip on her radar, something that only affected those who dared to go against the way that things were meant to be. and well, they deserved it, didn’t they? she ran a finger over the brightly-colored text of one poster before she noticed the next one, vandalized with fear-mongering words. tearing it down and crumpling it up, she spun around looking for someone to question about this wrongdoing. 

“fenwick,” she snapped, easily making her way through the crowd to where the wizard was, minding his own business. “do you know who did this? it’s against the law to vandalize things in such a manner, and i know that you would never support such criminals.” she gently shook the poster as if to emphasize her disgust with the person who had destroyed it, an action that was contradictory to her tone which was as always sweet as honey. 

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@ofthebcnes​

the tea that dolores was sipping was already sweet enough to make her teeth ache but it was even better when it came with watching the head of other offices have to defend the fact that they hadn’t managed to prevent the attack. especiially when she had just been commended on her office’s quick handling of their own related issues, ah yes, success tasted so sweet in the face of other’s failure. as the minister called the meeting to an end, dolores made careful with amelia bones, following her out of the room.

“amelia dear, if you find that your office needs assistance i’m sure that i could send some people over to lend a hand. maybe they can teach the people in your office a thing or two,” she suggested as she wormed her way into standing next to the other. “these are trying times, i’m sure nobody would hold it against you if you asked for help.” her tone made it very clear that she would in fact, hold it against the other as an opportunity to gloat until the end of time. 

[dvmbridge]

she was out of quills, that was why she was admiring a set of blood red quills in a display in a small store in knocturn alley. they were certainly expensive and wouldn’t actually work for her parchment-work but nonetheless, she found herself wanting them more than anything. the door creaked behind her and she whipped around to see who was coming on. “amycus, didn’t expect to see you here.” she greeted, stepping slightly back from the display - trying not to give away what she had been looking at.

“i suppose we all have our vices,” she added, eyes scanning the other’s face for any hint that he suspected that she was crueller than she let on. worry that her act had been destroyed by this small venture swelled even as she asked, “are you looking for anything in particular or just browsing?” ( @ascarrow​ )

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@ofrita​

there is something satisfying about hearing the clicking of her own heels against the stone floor of a room as she approaches a small gathering of reporters who were waiting for statements from the various office heads. regardless of the lying and cheating that had gotten her here, dolores was all too happy to enjoy the power that came with her plushy position. it was soothing in the same way that hot tea was, a gentle reassurance that she was, in fact, better than others. stopping in front of the small group, she smiled in greeting --- a false grin that stretched her lips into thin lines and showed off her teeth in a way that could be mistaken for a snarl. 

“hello, dolores umbridge. head of improper use of magic office? i’m here to give a statement,” she explained, not waiting for confirmation that they were interested or understood before continuing, “the tragedies that we face are solemn, but i trust that the minister understands the risks of such a situation. and as investigations continue, my office will support all of the ministry by continuing its day-to-day operations and protecting our most important secret, magic, from the prying eyes of muggles. any further questions can be sent through my secretary.” bypassing the majority of the journalists, she placed a gentle hand on rita’s shoulder in an attempt to steer the other witch away from the crowd.

“rita, darling. how are you?” she simpered, feigning care with every fibre of her being despite being altogether disinterested in the other’s well-being. “listen i know it’s not entirely your decision, but you mustn’t fall into the trap of writing harsh things about politicians, alright? after all, we’re just humans doing our best and we’re not the villains, i think we both know who is.” a fake giggle escaped her lips as she examined the other as if searching for a sign that she should name the implied villains before deciding not to.