“And will it really come by owl?” Lily whispered.
Hey, what kind of a routine is that? What are you guys up to?
Umbridge had been sitting a few rows below Harry and Hermione. Once or twice she had turned squatly in her seat to look at him, her wide toad's mouth stretched in what he thought had been a gloating smile. The memory of it made him feel hot with anger as he lay there in the dark. After a few minutes, however, he remembered that he was supposed to be emptying his mind of all emotion before he slept, as Snape kept instructing him at the end of every Occlumency lesson.
which certainly ought not to have been lying there. But as it was
I feel very grateful to you.