the_debt_of_time

When Arthur cleared his throat and looked mildly embarrassed as he glanced down
at a piece of parchment, Mia took notice.
"Er... well, this is awkward. Dolores Umbridge has written a piece of legislation
requesting that the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures create
official registries for all half—er, magical... beings," he said, nervously glancing into the
audience and smiling apologetically at Remus, who was listening with rapt attention.
"Well, as Madam Umbridge is no longer a standing member of the Wizengamot, I
believe it is in the best interest for us to deny her request," Kingsley said firmly.
"Minister?" Mia spoke up. "If I may. I know it's still pending a proper investigation,
but if Dolores Umbridge is convicted, shouldn't we look into each and every piece of
legislation that she has put to the Wizengamot since, well, since she started working at the
Ministry?"
"Do you have any idea how long that would take?" Flint Sr shouted. "To even begin
to look for all the pieces of legislation.. ." he said, and as he spoke, she reached into her
small bag again, removing a large stack of papers. "Am I to assume that you've already
done it?" he asked, exasperated.
"I've been known to be quite organised, Mr Flint. I have here, organised by date
and category, each piece of legislation ever written by Dolores Umbridge. The majority of
which seems to be in relation to the control of the werewolf population, making me wonder
if Madam Umbridge had a personal grudge against the magical beings, or perhaps a long,
unfulfilled fetish," she said with a grin.
A wave of amused chuckles washed over the Wizengamot, and Mia sent a wink at
a gobsmacked Remus, whose cheeks had turned red.
"Still, there are proposals in here relating to centaurs, merpeople, giants, and house-
elves. There's no way to note which of these laws have been signed under an Imperius.
Regardless, they are outdated, archaic, and discriminatory. I propose they all be rescinded
immediately." She dropped the large stack in front of Kingsley with a loud thud.
As predicted, there were arguments against her suggestion, for which she, naturally,
had counter-arguments.
"Because we shouldn't own the lakes where merpeople are living.
They've always lived there and are not renting from wizards," she said, rolling her eyes when