Anita patted the boy's shoulder and cheek clumsily. He was a sad little thing wasn't he? What a pity. With dimples like those... and a chiseled face like that. It seemed a pity for him not to smile more. She shook her head slightly at her own thoughts. Pity indeed.
"Well, I don't pretend to be an expert on Britain's history, but I have studied a fair bit. I think that the Board of Governors... for lack of a better word, ruled the school before the Department of Magical Education was set into place. Perhaps... at least there was a Board of Governors, that I know. And it means that things are changing. Rapidly it would seem. I cannot believe the nerve of your Minister to allow that... thing to make decisions such as these. Where is she anyway? Anywhere? Or is that fake Lord running the show now?" Anita said in a low, conspiratorial voice. She was NOT impressed with the British Ministry... not one bit. |