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I don't know about you lads but I could certainly use a libation this evening - to celebrate the much-needed break from classes, if no other reason. (And I'm certain we can all think of ample other reasons.)

Razzer, please extend the invitation to Aurora as well. I know you three frequently make plans for Fridays.
alt_horace: (What's all this then)
Gentlemen,

You may well wonder why I am communicating via journal when we are about to take breakfast and have a staff meeting this afternoon, all splendid methods of consulting fellow colleagues on many a matter of academic discipline. However, when I explain to you the circumstances under which I write, you may understand why I did not wish our conversation to wait, nor to be potentially overheard by prying ears.

This morning I had barely risen when Miss Lestrange presented herself at my door, in some distress. You see, last night, Mr Montague took it upon himself to entangle me in what I suspect must have been the most recent of Our Lord's tests of loyalty in our elite students, for he gave me to believe that if I waited with him at a particular spot in the dungeons near the entrance to Slytherin, I should find sometime shortly before midnight that Mr Finch-Fletchley would be returning from his 'nightly tryst' (his words, not mine). Mr Finch-Fletchley, to his credit, made no protestations and no fuss over the detention he deserved for breaking curfew and, of course, for loitering in areas of the castle where he could have no legitimate purpose. Mr Montague may feel himself rather smug at this entrapment but to my thinking, the more egregious issue was, in fact, the impropriety which he meant to expose, rather than his blatant manipulation of the situation.

Simply put: I cannot think how long this has been going on but it is certain that Miss Lestrange's esteemed parents ought to be informed of the children's conduct. Mr Finch-Fletchley is now of age; nonetheless the Jugsons would, I am sure, be appalled were they to realise the extent to which he has overstepped himself.

Enter Miss Lestrange this morning, urging me not to report back to her august mother and father. She spilled out a rather breathless explanation, attesting that her father already knew of their 'engagement' as she called it--and indeed, once she mentioned the word, I confess I noticed a ring on her finger--and assured me that her father had given his consent. Naturally, consent to a match is one thing; I pointed out that this surely does not mean her father approves of their liaisons. She swore they were nothing like as frequent as Mr Montague may have presented them, which only convinces me they are every bit as indiscreet as one might imagine.

I asked her how I might know that she wasn't embellishing the truth of this supposed betrothal. (I discount the ring; as I said, I had certainly not seen it before this morning and it is entirely possible it was a glamour put on for the occasion.) Miss Lestrange immediately offered your testimony, both of yours. Were you aware? What, if any, expectations does Mr Lestrange have for those of us charged with his daughter's proper care while she remains a student? Most importantly, can you conceive of any reason we should not inform him forthwith, despite the child's obvious affection for her, let us call him her fiancé?
alt_horace: (Professor)
How are you feeling today? None the worse for that second bottle we opened? You seemed to need it at the time.

I shouldn't take Miss Greengrass' personal confession too much to heart. It had obviously been weighing on her but it is in the way of teenaged girls to over-dramatise everything when they are already distressed. Unfortunate that it came out in the throes of her much more serious concerns. I'm sure in the light of day, she has come to see how absurd the notion is.

Meanwhile, I've contacted Hieronymus and asked him to come to the school today, if possible, to determine what's to be done with his son. I agree with Minerva that if Miss Greengrass does not wish to pursue the matter, the best outcome may simply be to allow him to complete his NEWT examinations and then give him our leave to commence his post-Hogwarts career a month earlier than expected. Julius and Maghnus have agreed to escort Mr Bole to and from his exams; I don't wish him to consort with the other students while we resolve the question of whether he is to remain one of them.

I only wish Miss Greengrass or Miss Gamp had come to someone in authority sooner. So much of their troubles could have been avoided.
alt_horace: (HEF Slughorn)
Julius,

If you could, kindly find Mr Bole and bring him up to Professor Lestrange's office.

If you need to speak to anyone in order to locate him, please do not tell them why you need to find him. Also, please do nothing to agitate him on your way upstairs with him.

And it should go without saying, Julius, that I should appreciate it if you said nothing to anyone else about bringing him up to see us.

Possibly it would be better to bring him by the west stairwells; Madam Pomfrey has taken Miss Greengrass to stay in the hospital wing tonight and I do not wish the two of them to see each other under any circumstances.

As always, I trust your discretion in this as in all confidential matters.

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