J.K. Rowling's New Story on Nasty Dolores Umbridge Is Here

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It's nerd Christmas, and so naturally J.K. Rowling decided to bestow some new Harry Potter-related writing unto the world. And it includes an in-depth profile of the very nasty character Dolores Umbridge, whose prim style and cutesy mannerisms conceal a wizened heart.


The piece was originally posted on Pottermore, but it's also available at Today.com. (Vulture has details on the other five essays, if you're considering signing up.) And it's pretty ruthless, actually:

Even at seventeen, Dolores was judgemental, prejudiced and sadistic, although her conscientious attitude, her saccharine manner towards her superiors, and the ruthlessness and stealth with which she took credit for other people's work soon gained her advancement.... Whenever she was asked (usually by workmates who did not like her) 'are you related to that Umbridge who used to mop the floors here?' she would smile her sweetest, laugh, and deny any connection whatsoever, claiming that her deceased father had been a distinguished member of the Wizengamot.

Oh, and she starts spouting bigotry when she drinks:

While they valued her hard work and ambition, those who got to know her best found it difficult to like her very much. After a glass of sweet sherry, Dolores was always prone to spout very uncharitable views, and even those who were anti-Muggle found themselves shocked by some of Dolores's suggestions, behind closed doors, of the treatment that the non-magical community deserved.

But what inspired this character's combination of sickly sweet and vicious? Apparently, Umbridge was inspired by a real "teacher or instructor" Rowling once knew with "a pronounced taste for twee accessories," whom she "disliked intensely on sight." (The feeling was mutual.) (Though she admits it was an irrational dislike.) Somewhere in the United Kingdom, a fussily dressed woman is furiously polishing a pink porcelain platter covered in cats.

While Rowling insists this anonymous woman wasn't actually sadistic and she simply used her frilly taste as a jumping off point, it does sound like Rowling has a pronounced distrust of twee:

I have noticed more than once in life that a taste for the ineffably twee can go hand-in-hand with a distinctly uncharitable outlook on the world. I once shared an office with a woman who had covered the wall space behind her desk with pictures of fluffy kitties; she was the most bigoted, spiteful champion of the death penalty with whom it has ever been my misfortune to share a kettle. A love of all things saccharine often seems present where there is a lack of real warmth or charity.

So Dolores, who is one of the characters for whom I feel purest dislike, became an amalgam of traits taken from these, and a variety of sources.


Damn, J.K., tell us how you really feel. Somebody please ask this woman what she makes of Taylor Swift.

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We've all had our Dolores Umbridge. Mine was the vice-principal at my creepy Opus Dei school who spewed all sorts of platitudes about charity and forgiveness, but would spend most of her time finding ways to suspend/expel students that were not, in her twisted mind, worthy of the school. This ranged from asking students to leave if their parents dare divorce, fell in financial hardship, or were simply not of the right socio-economic status to bumping up grades for anyone whose family donated heavily to the Opus Dei. My sister got suspended for a week after skipping school one day, and she would call me into her office every day to find out what had gone on during those lost hours. Did she see her boyfriend? What did she do with her boyfriend? Did you know her boyfriend had an interest in vampire novels? Do you think her boyfriend is part of some vampire cult? By the way, that wasn't a joke. She actually asked me that. I was only 11 at the time, and it was the first time I dared talk back to an authority figure. I told her that if she wanted all those answers, she could ask my sister and there was no way in hell I would sell my sister out even if she had done something wrong.

She was very pretty, liked to wear pink, and always wore a thin, plastic, pastel headband.