the_debt_of_time

"And my mum. Peneus, too. I enjoy being the horrible disappointment, but at least
I'm pretty. You should see the witch that my brother married. Posy," she said the name with
a grimace, and Mia snorted. "Ugliest woman I've ever seen. Nose looks like she ran into a
glass window and it stuck there."
Wait til you see her daughter, Mia thought and then said aloud, "You and my boyfriend
would get along famously." Her eyes drew back down to the stack of parchment on her
desk with Umbridge's signature followed by the Minister's alongside the Wizengamot seal.
How that horrid woman was able to get these awful laws passed... Mia just could not
understand how people could be so cruel.
"Nothing you can do about it, you know," Laurel said. "Umbridge, I mean. She's
got the ear of the Wizengamot and the Minister. I should know; I set all his bloody
appointments, and she's in his office kissing his feet and pushing papers across his desk
every week."
"She's beyond loathsome. Anti-werewolf laws."
"Not just werewolves. I've heard them talking," the blonde said in a sudden whisper.
"She has legislation being written up against a number of half-breed groups. Muggle-borns
as well. Quite hypocritical if you ask me."
"Why's that?"
"Well, she's a half-blood herself."
"What?" Mia's eyes widened dramatically. "Are you certain?"
Her mind went back to months and months of investigating old Wizengamot laws
that were still in effect—though widely overlooked—and one such law stood out
dramatically to her. Purebloods ruled the government to such a degree that even a half-
blood was considered a different species in some old laws and did not have the authority
to speak or act in the name of the Wizarding world. Mia was certain that in a bit of outdated
legislation there was a law that meant Umbridge's anti-werewolf propaganda would be
roughly translated into an act of war from one half-breed species to another.
"Who are you talking to?" Laurel scoffed, offended. "I know everything that goes on
in the Ministry. Gossip Central is a lovely circle that surrounds my desk. Umbridge's
mother was a Muggle. There's even a rumour that she has a squib brother out there
somewhere."
"Out there somewhere?" Mia asked. "So you don't know?"