"Mm, something I'm coming to regret." February mumbled, mostly to herself, though she wasn't as quiet as she could have been. This was pointless. Hopefully after this interview that would be the end of Mr. Umbridge where she was concerned.

"Apparently my word means nothing to you, but yes that's him. I remember the scar on the chin, just there." She gestured toward that section of the picture haphazardly and ended up brushing her fingers against his. She retracted her hand quickly, moving it atop hey book once more. Her cheeks flushed a faint shade of pink as she tried to cover it up with a more resigned tone to her voice. "Anything else?"