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Gentlemen -
Why does the world not bend to our will? Honestly, you would think that no one else at all had a brain in their heads, nor used it. Incompetents, imbeciles, idiots, all.
First, Latimer, I have had more than a few owls pestering me for assistance in finding a certified tutor, and I am sending them all to that Delphinia - oh, what's her name, in your department. Do come up with some form letter, even if you can't resolve the process further. It is taking up time I should use for far more important matters.
On that note, the Ministry still stubbornly refuses to budge on the matter of the private messages, no matter what evidence I provide that it is fundamental, necessary, and essential that I be able to act myself on the smallest sign of inappropriate behaviour. Selwyn's aide was utterly resistant to every persuasion I tried (and me, with the award, four times running, for best launch of a new Ministry initiative.) When I have more overt power once again, he will regret that.
I do not intend to let the matter drop, mind you, but I need more incidents like the Fleets to make my case.
On that note, I made a full and thorough search of the staff rooms, though again, regrettably without immediate result. Most of them are disturbingly similar, focused on their own trifling interests, almost as if one made a line of duplicate potions with only minor variations in colour. Pomona, Bathsheba, Septima - all about their fields, nothing else.
Horace's rooms were somewhat more interesting, all the past students he's kept up with. I do wish he were being more sensible, but I'm simply sure he'll come round to my way of thinking again properly after the holidays. I'm right, of course, about the proper direction for the school.
I didn't bother with dear Gwendolyn's or Rolanda's, of course - I trust their loyalty utterly. Nor, as you insisted, Marston, with Antonin or Rabastan's, even though I am quite certain, I know in my heart of hearts, that the latter would surely have revealed some true infamy one might use against him. Where there's a cauldron, there must be magic, as my father used to say.
Aurora's were - goodness, the woman is prone to frippery. An absurd number of books, and a number of entirely sentimental pieces (can you imagine, a woman her age keeping an old stuffed bear, even on a high shelf?) Quite informative, though, to know that she might have that many weak points - I had not realised she took the gossip papers (deplorable habit) or set such stock by her appearance as her wardrobe suggested. I shall set dear Gwendolyn on some of that, I think.
And alas, neither Mina nor that Brutka gave me much to work with, either. I really had hoped that his rooms, at least, might give me some hint, as he's entirely too enigmatic for my tastes. You'd think the man had never had an honest conversation in his life.
And somewhere in the process, I seem to have stumbled into some idiotic charm, and my eyebrows are purple. I am more and more convinced that we must ban any magic outside that necessary for daily life and classroom study, for the good of the entire building. Honestly, it might have been any number of far more disturbing things, rather than something that merely gave me a shock.
Now, I do hope you've got Bagnold under control regarding the budget, and that I needn't take further time to resolve that teensy issue. There's just so much I must still find out and do before everyone returns, you know. And I must meet with Peakes this week, to shore up any little attempts there.
Why does the world not bend to our will? Honestly, you would think that no one else at all had a brain in their heads, nor used it. Incompetents, imbeciles, idiots, all.
First, Latimer, I have had more than a few owls pestering me for assistance in finding a certified tutor, and I am sending them all to that Delphinia - oh, what's her name, in your department. Do come up with some form letter, even if you can't resolve the process further. It is taking up time I should use for far more important matters.
On that note, the Ministry still stubbornly refuses to budge on the matter of the private messages, no matter what evidence I provide that it is fundamental, necessary, and essential that I be able to act myself on the smallest sign of inappropriate behaviour. Selwyn's aide was utterly resistant to every persuasion I tried (and me, with the award, four times running, for best launch of a new Ministry initiative.) When I have more overt power once again, he will regret that.
I do not intend to let the matter drop, mind you, but I need more incidents like the Fleets to make my case.
On that note, I made a full and thorough search of the staff rooms, though again, regrettably without immediate result. Most of them are disturbingly similar, focused on their own trifling interests, almost as if one made a line of duplicate potions with only minor variations in colour. Pomona, Bathsheba, Septima - all about their fields, nothing else.
Horace's rooms were somewhat more interesting, all the past students he's kept up with. I do wish he were being more sensible, but I'm simply sure he'll come round to my way of thinking again properly after the holidays. I'm right, of course, about the proper direction for the school.
I didn't bother with dear Gwendolyn's or Rolanda's, of course - I trust their loyalty utterly. Nor, as you insisted, Marston, with Antonin or Rabastan's, even though I am quite certain, I know in my heart of hearts, that the latter would surely have revealed some true infamy one might use against him. Where there's a cauldron, there must be magic, as my father used to say.
Aurora's were - goodness, the woman is prone to frippery. An absurd number of books, and a number of entirely sentimental pieces (can you imagine, a woman her age keeping an old stuffed bear, even on a high shelf?) Quite informative, though, to know that she might have that many weak points - I had not realised she took the gossip papers (deplorable habit) or set such stock by her appearance as her wardrobe suggested. I shall set dear Gwendolyn on some of that, I think.
And alas, neither Mina nor that Brutka gave me much to work with, either. I really had hoped that his rooms, at least, might give me some hint, as he's entirely too enigmatic for my tastes. You'd think the man had never had an honest conversation in his life.
And somewhere in the process, I seem to have stumbled into some idiotic charm, and my eyebrows are purple. I am more and more convinced that we must ban any magic outside that necessary for daily life and classroom study, for the good of the entire building. Honestly, it might have been any number of far more disturbing things, rather than something that merely gave me a shock.
Now, I do hope you've got Bagnold under control regarding the budget, and that I needn't take further time to resolve that teensy issue. There's just so much I must still find out and do before everyone returns, you know. And I must meet with Peakes this week, to shore up any little attempts there.
