Did you really think Dolores Jane Umbridge was going to arrive in something as insipid as a portal? It was not going to happen. That way of travel was for her inferiors, the people she liked to step on with the heel of her crushed rose petal pink shoes.

Umbridge had arrived and was out on the streets, alone. It was funny how stupid this town still was, putting everyone together in one location like that didn't make it such an easy target. But, Umbridge wasn't going to approach. She knew she'd be recognized and she wanted to have a little fun before disappearing once again.

Her wand was tucked inside her skirts, easily reachable should anyone try anything ridiculous. She didn't know how many people would actually realize who she was but she wasn't hiding. She was walking the streets, head up, chin high.

Like she owned this town.

Because she did.

[Umbriiiiiiiiiiiiidge. Open, of course. She'll spell you if you want or just be a creepy cat plate loving former headmaster too!]