Dear Professor Dumbledore.
I thank you quite sincerely for your recent advice.
The next time I see a suspicious looking figure running down the corridor at night I will not try to apprehend it.
As you put it rather humorously in your letter I now have a newly broken and healed nose to remind me of this cautionary tale every time I go out to inspect.
I can assure you that getting punched in the face was not my intention when I went out yesterday evening, I was merely taking a inspection on the nighttime lighting and whether it allowed the inhabitants of the castle to navigate its many halls without tripping or falling due to the poor illumination.
I was nearing the Gryffindor tower when I heard a commotion, so of course I went to inspect it, but now I know I really should have found a staff member to inform of the figure I saw, and then gone after it.
I did not know that at the time however and gave chase to the student who was obviously out of bed past curfew. Then as you know, I being an excellent runner, caught up with the curfew breaking student and grabbed a hold of his arm. The student reacted by thankfully not taking out his wand, but instead hit my nose with his fist. Then I, quite confused as to why a strange very large student in their pajamas hit me, went to find a member of your staff to inform of the mystery student's deplorable behavior.
It took quite a while, it seemed that all the professors where out of the castle. Eventually I decided to retire to my quarters until the morning, when I would go to the hospital wing and fix my nose.
It was then this morning when I met Professor Flitwick on my way to Madame Pomfrey that I realized that the student I met was not a student but Mr. Black, convicted murderer. And that I was being looked for by everyone, It being believed that I had come to some harm, not being in my rooms when I was sent for after the school was put in lockdown, due to Mr. Black breaking in and scaring some poor boy in his bed.
He seems quite deranged. Maybe placing the Dementors around the grounds was justified. (Though they do not seem to be working)
I am very stressed from this whole ordeal. I think that tomorrow I will take one of my mandatory off duty days and spend it in Hogsmeade. Maybe I will find that dog I met before and have a relaxing afternoon playing fetch.
Cygnus Stixrood, Chief Centennial Inspector, Department For Permits And Filing
P.S. This has nothing to do with business of course, but I have never been very good at naming things. How does "Inspecty" sound for a dog's name?