Sorry about the late entry Almas , was preoccupied , the following is one of my favorites -
Dumbledore had strode alone into the Forest to rescue her from the centaurs; how he had done it - how he had emerged from the trees supporting Professor Umbridge without so much as a scratch on him - nobody knew, and Umbridge was certainly not telling. Since she had returned to the castle she had not, as far as any of them knew, uttered a single word. Nobody really knew what was wrong with her, either. Her usually neat mousy hair was very untidy and there were still bits of twigs and leaves in it, but otherwise she seemed to be quite unscathed. 'Madam Pomfrey says she's just in shock, ' whispered Hermione. 'Sulking, more like, ' said Ginny'Yeah, she shows signs of life if you do this, ' said Ron, and with his tongue he made soft clip-clopping noises. Umbridge sat bolt upright, looking around wildly. 'Anything wrong, Professor?' called Madam Pomfrey, poking her head around her office door. 'No: no:' said Umbridge, sinking back into her pillows. 'No, I must have been dreaming:' Hermoine and Ginny muffled their laughter in the bedclothes.