Private Message to Raz and Tosha

[alt_lucius]

Just a friendly warning to you both.

Suspect that your infuriating fuscia fatarse may be on something of a warpath. Have taken measures to mitigate her latest attempts to destroy the school.

According to the Ministry, owls were sent to the parents of students currently preparing for O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s informing them that they may, if they so wish, engage tutors (with the proper certification) for one-to-one revision at school.

Meanwhile, Tosha, have heard that you are doing all you can to ensure your pupils (and Razzer's) are ready for their examinations, with or without the opportunity to obtain practical application outside of lessons.

Razzer. What can any of us do to remove the intolerable restrictions on our movements against the pink menace?

Comments

[alt_rabastan]

So. She wasn't on the warpath before?

Don't know if you heard, but Rookwood's team hasn't reached any conclusions on Cassie's memory (or, more specifically, my memory of her memory). At least two of the specialists have spotted irregularities, but they can't convince the others that they're legitimate. They want to question Cassie herself, but of course, Wizengamot and MLE are being entirely helpful, arguing over whether there's even an actual case to pursue here or not. If they could determine once and for all that there is one, they'd just issue an order and bring Cassie in.

Which means that Umbridge magically produces the other girls I supposedly tangled with.

How I'd fucking love to call her bluff. But it's not just me who'd get the blowback, now.

[alt_lucius]

Well. Perhaps a teensy one.

Hadn't heard but then the DoM have not included it in their reports since examination of your memory is, as you say, not in their official brief.

There's no hope for a swift resolution, then? Under normal circumstances, would suggest using Ari's connexions but he is a trifle distracted with the finalisation of Ptolemy's own wedding plans. Apologies if that is a sore subject.

Afterward, however, he ought to be able to accomplish some sort of court order.

[alt_rabastan]

Sore. Beginning to fester.

Been getting Owls asking why the date hasn't been announced yet. One helpful reporter pointed out that "spring only lasts until June." Now I've resorted to chucking them into the fire un-read.

Oh, and if you didn't see it- In Sunday's Word Has It the blind was about a notorious playboy-turned-respectable gent who's getting cold feet about his upcoming nuptials.

I might have to ask your good wife for advice on the most appropriate way to announce a wedding postponement. Or a wedding cancellation.

[alt_antonin]

And I imagine Madame Toad's quest to keep the two of you apart isn't helping.

If there is anything I can do to help -- with anything -- you've only to say the word. Even if it is only visiting a few gossip columnists and making it clear that certain subjects are off limits.

Yours,
T

[alt_rabastan]

This sort of obstacle would have been a nipping fly, in days past. How fucking intolerable that it should stymy us so, now.

Barty and Rod have already made similar offers, but cheers.

[alt_antonin]

I am drilling them mercilessly in the guise of friendly revision, yes; I do not intend to allow that woman to make me look incompetent. My students will all pass their exams, thank you very much, no matter if I have to start resorting to 'detentions' in which we drill the wandwork they are not permitted to practise outside the classroom. (I am motivating them all to come see me for revision by feeding them; Madame Toad is doing her best to starve them as well as bind their wands.)

Given Our Lord's wishes, I am also encouraging Harry's rebellion -- although the other children may beat him to it. (Their efforts are a small bright spot in the midst of all the hassle; I have found myself hard pressed to keep a straight face at some points. Did you see Miss Longbottom's codification of the pink menace's dictates? It was a mercy I did not read it in front of the children; I would have had to explain why I could not stop laughing.)

Still -- I do not need to tell you that things are miserable here, and miserable children take steps that are neither in their best long-term interests nor the Protectorate's. I know that you are trying, as are we all, but it may be wise for us all to sit down over Easter hols and coordinate a plan of attack.

Resignedly,
T