I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good

Madam Umbridge is horrid. She truly is.

She thinks she can simply root around in our private belongings. Perhaps turnabout is fair play?

I heard Lee Jordan talking about letting a couple of Nifflers loose in her office. That has possibilities, don't you think?

It also occurred to me: Hydra said at the meeting of the Tea Appreciation Society that the kittens on the plates mounted on her walls were alive.

Could we come up with a spell to let them go? That would be a good thing to do, don't you think? It would be nice to see something freed for a change.

I mean, it's certainly not sneaking muggleborns out of camps, of course. But perhaps we can work up to that, and we have to start somewhere.