Febby pressed her lips together to prevent both the impending laugh and smirk that threatened to precede a nasty quip about enjoying seeing her caged up, she refrained however, just barely. "Who said I even liked you to begin with?" Okay, she hadn't been able to completely hold back.

The intent to tease was lost however, as he stood, perhaps ready to take her advice for once, when he swayed forward this time and stumbled, falling to the ground in front of the steps. Febby was up just as soon as he was down, coffee cup carelessly falling from her hands and shattering on the stone steps as she leapt forward after him. Being tired did not cause an experienced auror to fall down over a bottom step. Feb hit her knees, fortunately cushioned by skirts, beside him, laying and hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong? Tell me the truth." He'd said earlier he'd thought he'd been hit with something, but had been so nonplussed about it, she'd thought maybe it was something minor- and he hadn't elaborated which was most likely by choice, she realized.

Hearing the door open behind her, Febby saw Mrs. Harding standing there as though she'd been awoken suddenly. Febs passed her a helpless look, waiting to see if she could get anything out of Mr. Umbridge, unsure as if she should get the attention of one of his coworkers or see if Mrs. Harding would know what to do.