RP: Rubbish
Date: 12 March 1999 | Breakfast
Characters: Minerva McGonagall, Filius Flitwick [NPC]
Location: Hogwarts Great Hall
Status: Public for students and staff
Summary: Minerva is reading The Daily Prophet.
Completion: Complete
"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" Minerva exclaimed over her paper.
Filius peered over from his position beside her. "Someone already making noise about the student's scores?" They had received the final N.E.W.T. scores for the Prep students yesterday and had reviewed them but no one besides the Head and Deputy Head of Hogwarts and the Wizarding Examination Authority were to see them before the students received their N.E.W.T. scores by owl this morning.
"No, comparatively that would have been more expected than this. The Prophet is implying Kingsley and Andromeda are sleeping together," she said softly so that the students would not overhear, "and Kingsley is league with Grindelwald sympathizers and responsible somehow for the Goblin's mining disaster in the Austrian Alps. As if the man didn't have enough to be getting on with," Minerva pinched the bridge of her nose. "It goes on to imply that Andromeda is somehow both a Voldemort supporter and a blood traitor at the same time." She read that section again. "Good grief! They have named Lucius and Draco Malfoy as Death Eaters again. We really do not need that at this point." Minerva had just convinced Griselda that inviting young Malfoy, along with a few other alumni with Outstanding scores from recent years, to work on the overhaul of the History of Magic curriculum was a good idea. She hoped she would not need to argue the point of including the younger generation again because of this. She shook her head, of course not, Griselda was too sensible to buy into this nonsense but they may encounter objections from other quarters.
"No one is going to believe that rubbish, Min," Filius said blithely.
"Need I remind you that your assistant and mine spent nearly a week on the correspondence from one letter to the editor not two months ago? Of course some people will believe it." She passed The Daily Prophet over to him, "Read for yourself. Even the incongruities seem credible. I'd have expected this sort of thing from Elidocia Waltham five or so years ago when she was writing that rubbish about Albus, but she has been relatively responsible since Cornelius left office aside from that relapse over the Muggleborns and magic." Minerva tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes. There was something about that she felt was significant. Unfortunately, it was also elusive. She'd have to think about it later when she had time alone. Of course time was something she had far too little of these days but all the same, she felt she needed time for this. Perhaps she would have Rita Skeeter to tea this weekend as well.
Filius interrupted her train of thought, "It does seem credible. Are you sure it isn't?" Minerva just pursed her lips and looked at her friend over the top of her spectacles. "Oh, of course it isn't," he squeaked. "Don't do that, Min," he chuckled at his own reaction. "It gives me the creeping plimpies."
Characters: Minerva McGonagall, Filius Flitwick [NPC]
Location: Hogwarts Great Hall
Status: Public for students and staff
Summary: Minerva is reading The Daily Prophet.
Completion: Complete
"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" Minerva exclaimed over her paper.
Filius peered over from his position beside her. "Someone already making noise about the student's scores?" They had received the final N.E.W.T. scores for the Prep students yesterday and had reviewed them but no one besides the Head and Deputy Head of Hogwarts and the Wizarding Examination Authority were to see them before the students received their N.E.W.T. scores by owl this morning.
"No, comparatively that would have been more expected than this. The Prophet is implying Kingsley and Andromeda are sleeping together," she said softly so that the students would not overhear, "and Kingsley is league with Grindelwald sympathizers and responsible somehow for the Goblin's mining disaster in the Austrian Alps. As if the man didn't have enough to be getting on with," Minerva pinched the bridge of her nose. "It goes on to imply that Andromeda is somehow both a Voldemort supporter and a blood traitor at the same time." She read that section again. "Good grief! They have named Lucius and Draco Malfoy as Death Eaters again. We really do not need that at this point." Minerva had just convinced Griselda that inviting young Malfoy, along with a few other alumni with Outstanding scores from recent years, to work on the overhaul of the History of Magic curriculum was a good idea. She hoped she would not need to argue the point of including the younger generation again because of this. She shook her head, of course not, Griselda was too sensible to buy into this nonsense but they may encounter objections from other quarters.
"No one is going to believe that rubbish, Min," Filius said blithely.
"Need I remind you that your assistant and mine spent nearly a week on the correspondence from one letter to the editor not two months ago? Of course some people will believe it." She passed The Daily Prophet over to him, "Read for yourself. Even the incongruities seem credible. I'd have expected this sort of thing from Elidocia Waltham five or so years ago when she was writing that rubbish about Albus, but she has been relatively responsible since Cornelius left office aside from that relapse over the Muggleborns and magic." Minerva tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes. There was something about that she felt was significant. Unfortunately, it was also elusive. She'd have to think about it later when she had time alone. Of course time was something she had far too little of these days but all the same, she felt she needed time for this. Perhaps she would have Rita Skeeter to tea this weekend as well.
Filius interrupted her train of thought, "It does seem credible. Are you sure it isn't?" Minerva just pursed her lips and looked at her friend over the top of her spectacles. "Oh, of course it isn't," he squeaked. "Don't do that, Min," he chuckled at his own reaction. "It gives me the creeping plimpies."