Professor McGonagall, Sprout, Flitwick, and Snape sat in Dumbledores office discussing what to do about the student body. Many ideas were thrown out but none seemed to logical or would scare to the children. They sat around pondering what to do when the students returned from vacation.
"I still say we should call in Ms. Manson." Sprout said aloud.
"I have taken that into concideration. I think I shall write to her right now," Dumbledore took out a piece of parchement and a quill. He wrote a brief letter and sent it off with Fawkes. "I'm sure she would enjoy seeing something other than an owl."
"What shall we do till then?" McGonagall looked at the other teachers.
"Keep an eye on Potter." Snape hissed. "He seems to be the root of the problem. Everyone is going to him for everything. Not one student in this school isn't buddy-buddy with him. Even my Slytherins are being friendly to him."
"Well I think it's a good thing." Sprout insisted. "There aren't many fights anymore. Things are much peaceful."
"I quiete agree." Flitwick chirped.
"Something is troubling and spreading amongst the students. We do need to find out why and what is causing all of this." Dumbledore calmly stated.
"I say we have that Ms. Manson lady talk to Harry and some of my students." Snapes voice grew angery. He hated the thought of his student conversing with the Gryffindors. "I want to know what is going on here."
"We all do, Severus." Dumbledore was inturupted by Fawkes flying in and dropping a letting front of him. He read it out loud for everyone to hear.
"Dear Albus Dumbledore,
I would be pleased to help out your school. I will be there tonight and talk to your teachers. Since it is Christmas break I do suspect not many students will be there. I think it will be a great time over the break to get to know your staff. I will do my best to get down to what is wrong with your students and help all I can. I only hope your teachers are up to helping me. See you later tonight.
Sincerely,
Lisa Manson
Director of the Misuse of Narcotics and other Illegal drugs."
"Tonight?" McGonagall questioned. "Doesn't she have a family to go to?"
"She must value her work," Snape smirked.
"Well, we can ask her those questions tonight when she arrives. I will have the house elves get a room ready. But now, lets go to the feast." Dumbledore got up.
The other teachers stood up and moved to the door and headed to the Christmas Eve feast.
