London, January 1996

Amelia Bones opened her desk drawer and took out a file. She picked up the Owl that had been delivered that morning, and read it again.

Dear Amelia,

Just a quick note – term has started again, and I'm quite busy. But I have not thanked you properly for the delightful lunch we had. It's a treat to be away from Hogwarts occasionally, and that Indian restaurant is a real find.

And then there's the matter we discussed.

I regret to inform you that my recent experiments did not yield the kind of results that would allow me to change or even question the First or Second Law of Bones.

I still think, however, that it would do you a world of good if those Laws were to be modified. I will not cease my endeavours to make this happen. It will please you to hear that Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank has decided to join me in my efforts.

True, it may take us years or even decades to achieve the desired results. But neither Wilhelmina nor I think that's a problem.

Yours, fondly,

Amelia grinned and opened the file on her desk. It contained various parchments, all neatly clipped together, except for the top one. She picked it up and reached for a clip.

Dear Amelia, it read,

Thanks again for taking me to Puddlemere United against the Tutshill Tornados. It was great! The Tornados definitely deserve to lead the league, the way they're playing now. Best birthday gift ever.

By the way, remember I told you how Minerva and Wilhelmina were getting along so well I thought Minerva might become a member of the club?

Turns out I was wrong after all. They're friends, I guess, but the last few weeks they've seen much less of each other than they used to. And now Hagrid has returned, so that's it, I guess.

Too bad. Minerva could have done with some fun. Especially with Umbridge prowling around. Heard the latest? She has banned Potter and the Weasley Twins from playing Quidditch – a life ban, she claims. Now that's an exaggeration, of course. No club will honour a mere Hogwarts detention. Mind, she had some cause. The stupid boys had a fight with young Malfoy right after the match. A real fight, I mean – Muggle fisticuffs.

Minerva has been as comfy to live with as an irritated dragon ever since.

That's all the news from here. Thanks again for the match!

PS Come to think of it, if I were a romantic, I could say Min is pining for Wilhelmina, who left at about the same time as the fight. How's that for coincidences?

Slowly, Amelia clipped both parchments together.

I'm currently working on an interesting little project to make the world a better place.

Funny that a woman as intelligent as Minerva could miss the meaning of the word currently so completely.

Amelia put the parchments in the file and closed it.

Project: Making the world a better place.

She returned the file to the drawer.

Sub-project: The Case McGonagall/Grubbly-Plank.

Slowly, she closed the drawer.

All was well with the world.

As well as Amelia Bones could make it.