Dear Miss Cackle,
If I may be frank (and I shall take that liberty, for it is widely known that a letter won't blush), I must admit that I was quite shocked when I received your message in the middle of half-term.
My worries were, sadly, not proven unjustified upon learning the content.
They say that the future does not come suddenly, but is just a repetition of what already happened.
In this case, the old saying holds true once again, though one would have thought that people had learned from past disasters.
It is true, without a doubt, that the school's finances aren't what they ought to be, and haven't been for some time, but is such a fact, such a long-known fact, really enough of a reason for our esteemed school governors to seriously consider reviving an experiment which, as both parties can confirm, has failed miserably just a year ago?
It should not be forgotten, Headmistress, that Mr. Hallow himself acknowledged the impracticability of tutoring young witches and wizards under the same roof, upon receiving our report. I am finding it hard to believe that this should have escaped his memory already. Have we not been clear enough in our description of failed co-taught lessons, of diametrical curricular priorities, of fraternization going on?
I would be grateful to be enlightened as to the Grand Wizard's reaction to the governors' newest plan of brilliance. I daresay Messieurs Hallow and Boilbroth will find themselves a few appendages short after that particular conversation.
In the meantime, I must urge you to remain calm. We must not get ahead of ourselves and lose our heads in a flurry of panic:
I understand that it is still early days, and nothing unfinished can be the measure of anything. With the necessary (and hopefully scheduled) discussions, I am positive that catastrophe can be averted.
If not, there are always measures to be taken when all else fails.
Cordially,
Constance Hardbroom
A/N: I desperately needed to break my writer's block, so here we are. Will probably be updated sporadically. *hides*