"I know what you've done, Dolores," Marge asserted venomously, taking hold of Dolores' forearm as she busied herself with cleaning up.

"Whatever do you mean, Marjorie?" Dolores inquired pleasantly with her saccharine voice.

"Don't play dumb with me, girlie!" Came the violent hiss from the unassuming woman.

As if in an instant, Umbridge's entire demeanor changed.

Gone was the sweet voice and pleasant eyes. (Gone were the pleasant eyes and sweet voice?)

These features were replaced with eyes as evil and cold as Voldemort's very own.

"I'd think very, very carefully about what you're about to say, Marge," Dolores advised, voice cold and hard as rock/stone, exercising emphasis on the second 'very'.

"Is that a threat?" Marge scoffed the age-old retort.

"No," Dolores replied.

"It's simply some..." A pause, "Friendly advice. Take it or leave it but remember," Dolores said, raising the sleeve of her left arm.

"I'm carrying,"

"YOU WITCH!" Marge bellowed before she could help/contain herself.

"Now, now, Marge. Remember I'm carrying not only a wand but a baby, your brother's baby," Umbridge warned.

"Of course you're not!" Marge exploded. "You know we haven't had pig in our blood for centuries-"

"Maybe it's mysteriously resurfaced, what with me being a witch," Dolores interrupted.

By this point, Marge was red in the face with pure, unadulterated rage.

"Just you wait, lady. I'm going to find evidence. I promise you that. I will expose you," Marge promised, making her way to leave.

"You know, I never did like Petunia, her nephew being so odd. But I'll tell you; she was damn better than you.. and that's saying something," Marge finished with a final scoff, leaving a worried, perturbed Dolores Umbridge in her wake.

What is there to do now? Dolores wondered.

Special thanks to VaanyaMathur and yanaiLOVX for continually and routinely inspiring me
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This is unedited, apologies for any and all mistakes & discrepancies.