UMBRIDGE, Dolores

[Dolores Umbridge]

Character

Name: Dolores Jane Umbridge
Gender: Female
Age//birthday: June 13th, 1952; 43
Blood Status: Pure
House: Hufflepuff
Preferred Position: Defense Against the Dark Arts
Wand: 14 inches, oak, Unicorn hair

Appearance
To first look at Dolores, you might have to do a
double take, as at a first glance, you would assume that she was just a
common toad that could walk instead of hop. Her short stature and brown hair
do absolutely nothing to persuade you to think that she is anything
but a toad. The only feature that classifies her as 'human' and not
'amphibian' are her blue eyes- toads do not have blue eyes.

It has often been said that what you wear reflects who you are. In Dolores'
case, this statement would have to be written on a piece of parchment and
burned. The majority of clothes and shoes in her wardrobe are different
shades of pink. Her cardigans are all lace-trimmed and accented with
sparkles, and some are even made of fluffy materials. They scream 'warm and happy', but Dolores is far from either. The rings that cover her stubby fingers are usually old-fashioned with some pink, floral designs, whilst the brooches that she wears with all of her outfits usually have kittens.


Played By: Imelda Staunton

Personality
Dolores has a dangerously sweet exterior. To simply have a run-in with her, you would think that she is one of the nicest people you would ever meet. But upon getting to know her, you would discover that she isn't as she first appears. Concealed under the pink and the fluff is a horribly evil woman that will stop at absolutely nothing to rid the world of all half-breeds, impurities, and what the hey, while you're at it, muggles as well. She can cover up this side of herself, however, by putting on her sweet front, which will convince even those sure of her evil can be persuaded otherwise. Don’t mess with the toad.

History
Dolores Jane Umbridge was born on a rainy Monday, June 13th, 1962 to Elvira and Trent Umbridge at St. Mungo's in London, England. She was later brought home to the family's quaint, cottage-like house in Little Hangleton. Dolores never got to know her mother, as she died of an unknown cause three days after she had given birth. To this day, Dolores still blames herself for the death of her mother, which has possibly contributed to her terrible ways.

When she was three, Dolores discovered her love for kittens and pink when, as a Christmas present, her father brought home a small, pink, fluffy kitten. Dolores named her kitten Rose (after the colour), and with time, they became the best of friends. In fact, Rose was Dolores' only friend. She confided her innermost thoughts to the pink ball of fluff.

When the time came for Dolores to attend school, she, at first, did not want to go, thinking that she would be unable to bring along Rose. Upon finding out that she needed a pet to bring along with her, Dolores immediately started packing her trunk- happily. Together, she and her best, most loyal friend made their way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where Dolores was sorted into Hufflepuff. However, her first year was not meant to be a happy one. Unfortunately, she liked keeping to herself, not allowing another soul into her sacred little world, and by doing so, gave the students (of all houses) a reason to pick on and play pranks on her. The most cruel of those pranks was levitating Rose (the cat, in case you've forgotten) over the Whomping Willow. Dolores was tied up and sat on a rock, having to witness the cat falling into the monstrous tree and being ripped to pieces.

Since that fateful day, Dolores has always worn pink, as a tribute to her furry, best friend, and has never owned another cat, for fear of losing it again. Moving into her fifth year, she met Cornelius Fudge, who was also a Hufflepuff, and wondered where he'd been her whole life. Finally, in their sixth year, Cornelius asked her out (she was a lot prettier back then, and he a fair bit more handsome), and they dated until the end of their seventh year. A day before they left to go home, Dolores found Cornelius and another girl together. Heartbroken, she longed to confide in her best friend, Rose, and thought that perhaps death would be the best thing. Luckily, Cornelius found her (tipped off by a couple Gryffindors) before she jumped off of the Astronomy tower, and gave her a long, heart-felt apology, also offering her a job alongside him at the Ministry. She gladly accepted, and they remained good friends.

Once Cornelius was appointed Minister for Magic, Dolores became his undersecretary, and stayed faithful to him, hiding the feelings that she still had. Some five years later, things started to get out of hand. It had been said that Voldemort was back, and because Cornelius did not believe that the rumor was true, neither did Dolores. She attended the trial of Harry Potter, whom had used magic underage and in the presence of a muggle against two dementors that had shown up unexpectedly in Little Whinging. Dolores didn't dare inform the Minister that it had been she whom had ordered the attack on the boy. It wasn't because she hated the child, but because Cornelius had just started seeing another (the fifth that year, she counted) woman, and she acted on a whim.

In August, she was assigned the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, and though she did not get to work closely with Cornelius, she knew that she was doing him a favour and, if she proved herself in that task, she knew that she could eventually wrap him right around her finger.


Likes: Cornelius, pink, collecting kitty plates, her special ‘detention quills’, pink, enforcing rules, chocolate, did I mention PINK?, sugar, tea… pink. Flies are also nice.

Dislikes: Harry Potter (and all those who associate with him), half-breeds, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, children, Albus Dumbledore, red, muggles, spiders/insects, and dirt. Ew.

OOC

Name: Sam
Age: 17
RP Experience: Six years
Sample RP

Dolores Umbridge sighed exasperatedly as she sank into the French-style, pink-accented chair that resided behind her large oak desk. She looked over it briefly, making sure that all five of her black quills were in their canister, and that each of her gold pens were perfectly aligned and parallel to the doily beside them. Only once she had successfully arranged her desk did Dolores finally relax and gaze up at the two-hundred-some kitten plates that lined the walls, hanging there by pink, silky ribbons and, of course, magic.

A nagging voice in her head caused Dolores' gaze to drop back down to her desk and to a small, perfectly square piece of pink parchment, on which was written in her neat cursive, that she was to expect Mr. Potter at exactly five o'clock that evening. She sighed for the second time since entering her office, but this time out of disappointment.

Truth be told, she had completely forgotten about the Potter boy's detention, and had, instead, planned a trip to the Ministry to visit Cornelius. It had been so long since she'd seen him... Dolores glanced at the framed picture of him that sat so perfectly atop a heart-shaped doily. She reached out and ran her stubby fingers over the frame, then carefully lifted the picture and brought it in close. Dolores held Cornelius' picture to her heart, staring dreamily off into space.

A sudden, horrible thought burst into her mind, uninvited. What if, at that very moment, some young, incompetent Ministry worker was snogging him? Her Cornelius! Rage coursed through Dolores, causing her to tighten her grip on the picture and it's frame until she was on the verge of snapping them in half. This wouldn't do! She would simply have to cancel Potter's detention... But that would disappoint Cornelius. He had sent her there to restore order and civility, not to worry about what he was doing every waking moment. He had entrusted her with the coveted position of High Inquisitor, and by doing so had made her aware that he trusted her. If he could trust her, then she would trust him, even if that meant going against her better judgment.

Dolores gently placed Cornelius' framed photo back on its heart-shaped doily, then turned to look at a kitten plate clock that was installed above the door. Five minutes to five. She had exactly five minutes to think before the crazed Harry Potter would walk through the door, (with a smart remark, no doubt). She hated children -all children- with a passion, but Harry was one of the select few that she loathed entirely. Perhaps it was the fame that had befallen him so early in life that was turning him into a self-obsessed, hard-headed... 'Hero', she believed, was the term that best described Potter -to everyone but herself. Dolores knew that the dementors she had ordered on him had failed, but maybe, just maybe, the quills and a certain 'Unforgivable' curse might set him straight.

Pulled out of her reverie by a sharp knock on the door, she straightened up in her chair, straightened two of the six gold pens, then quietly cleared her throat. "Come in," she called sweetly, though 'sweet' was not a term that Dolores would have chosen had she been asked to describe how she was feeling. The door creaked open and in walked the arrogant Harry Potter, dressed in the black robes that were adorned by the ugly maroon that was Gryffindor House's colour. "Please have a seat, Mr. Potter," she gestured to a writing desk in the corner that looked very much like her own, only
smaller. "You are going to be writing some lines for me, today."

Password: it's a secret

[Audrey Black]

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