Also, look. I know you're reading a lot out of Hogwarts these days, because of me. I - Miss Jones. That essay, Sunday. I just keep coming back to it. Or that horrible thing from Miss Parkinson. (She is not normally like that, I promise.)

You know that's not how I think, right? Not about you, not about Dai, not about your Juniper. Not about my students who are halfbloods. It's - it's so hard to figure out what to do about it, outside the little personal things. And I know you'd tell me, if I could do something specific.

It's just such a waste. How long it took you to find something that really uses your brains and how precarious you feel it is. Dai. The other stories you and Sigrun have told us. And I hate that that kind of - Hogwarts should be the place where the people who can be of use, can do good things, can be found and developed. We're not, right now, and it's getting worse and worse.

What surprised me a little is - there's more variation, among the Council, than I'd have thought. They fought for things to be like they are now, of course. But it's not black and white. They had different reasons, different bits they care about. Lots of planets around the sun. Similar, and yet not the same.

I'm saying this badly. I remember our school years and how it was different Never mind.