Traditionally, the school board and the teaching staff had never seen eye to eye about the running of Hogwarts, still the board was complacent enough as long as the school was brimming with shining new students and piles of gold from generous parents. The whole Chosen One debacle over thirty years ago had given Hogwarts great press, but that press too had fizzled out over the last decade. That coupled with the frequent attacks, the unprecedented staff turnover and students not graduating for years as if time stood still had become a great cause for worry.
A concern Adelaide hoped to vanquish in her short term as Headmistress. She hadn't been entirely truthful to the staff at the Christmas Party, how could she be. She wasn't here as an overseer, she was the "fixer", the person the board called in when situations turned dire. And things had turned dire at Hogwarts a long time ago. If the rumor mill was to be trusted - and the redhead had a certain faith in it from past experience - there was talk of a new magical school in the works.
Which made her work even more important. Subjects needed to be slashed, teachers who put in less than a hundred percent would be let go, teachers who did work hard would be promoted to better positions and most of all, Hogwarts would need a new face. A scapegoat if all of it fell through.
And choosing that scapegoat was currently Adelaide's top priority.
It was as she was thinking this all over that the knock came. Taking a moment to compose herself, the redhead glanced at the two way mirror installed by the door to see the divination professor outside. "Come in," she called smoothly, waiting for him to do so.
"Good afternoon, Andrew, what can I do for you today?" she asked, her polite, professional smile perfectly in place.
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