Friday February 17, 1989
Minerva came down sick this morning. It wasn't anything Poppy could not fix with a potion, a spell and an enforced two hours of rest—but, unfortunately, by the time Minerva went to Poppy, that meant missing one of today's classes. Wilhelmina Grubbly-plank has a strong enough background in Transfiguration that she could cover any of the first four years—but the class is sixth year. She has in her contract that she never needs to cover for DADA or Transfiguration above 4th year, as she has enough work keeping up with all the advances and staying at above NEWT level proficiency in all the other subjects taught here.
I ended up sending Fawkes with a note to Griselda Marchbanks, postponing the meeting to after tomorrow's Wizengamot session rather than today, and covering the class myself. I think my lecture ended up rather well received and Minerva was not even angry about the puppies when Poppy allowed her to return to her classroom.
Today's tutoring session was sadly boring, though rather more productive than last weeks.