Once again it was time for a teacher conference.
Dumbledore sat at the head of the long table, trying to calm his colleagues, who were all talking wildly.
"She has no idea about potions!" Horace interjected. "How can we expect her to pass anything else?"
"What will happen if you give her a T? That will impact all of us, Minerva!" Flitwick said reasonably; his was only voice that wasn't raised. Naturally, becauseof this, he wasn't heard over Horace, who had just chosen that moment to speak.
"What about the student who was bitten by one of my Lacewing flies?" Horace complained loudly.
"Or my venomous tantracula!" Professor Sprout added, looking rather ruffled by the state of affairs.
"She will not fail, I saw it in my crystal ball!" Trelawny added, speaking in the 'mystical voice' that she reserved for her students.
"Who do you think you are? There is no way you could have done what I did in that situation!" A usually calm and reserved Minerva said.
Dumbledore decided to intervene.
"SILENCE!" he bellowed.
Silence fell onto the group like someone had just thrown a cold bucket of water onto them. They waited, not knowing what to expect from Dumbledore.
"So, now we are back to a noisy classroom, aren't we?" Dumbledore remarked. There was grumbling from all 4 stone walls of the staffroom, but Dumbledore chose to ignore it. "Now, everyone, raise your hand if you would like to say something." Dumbledore said merrily, looking like he was strangely enjoying playing the professor for the staff.
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This is a translation from pinkycat of Fanfiktion, I have her permission
And a great thank you to BlueJay64 for the beta. She doing a lovely job. Greatings to you.