Hubert Prewett Makes an Entrance
"Minerva, could you step up to my office, please?" Dumbledore's patronus interrupted her in the middle of organizing the 6th year NEWT syllabus.
She sighed and set down her work, smoothing both dress and hair before leaving her office. He'd be on her last nerve before she knew it if she didn't go. She threw a pinch of Floo powder into her fire and stepped through after saying "Headmaster's office."
Minerva stepped out again to Albus in deep thought. His office glittered in the late afternoon sun, the lowering rays catching all the whirling trinkets.
"Thank you, Minerva. I know you're busy today and I appreciate you coming up. I've had an idea and I'd appreciate your opinion. Also, I owe you in particular an apology." He came around the desk as he spoke and pulled a comfortable chair up for her.
Minerva sank into the seat. Apologize? Albus Dumbledore? Generally he felt an airy 'terribly sorry to have inconvenienced you, my dear' to suffice. She watched carefully as he sat in the other chair and not behind his desk.
"I've been remiss in my duties as Headmaster, my dear, and that work has fallen on your shoulders for years. I am so very sorry to have so burdened you. It was brought home to me this very morning when all I could think was that Harry Potter needed to handle the attention for the well-being of others. An eleven-year-old boy. He ought only to worry about his marks and if he was caught in some mischief."
"Thank you, Albus." She answered stiffly. She knew he hadn't liked hiding Harry as Hugh.
"And that made me realize how very absent I've been for so long. I won't neglect the school in such a shocking way again. We keep telling students about unity and seeing past the surface of the Houses, but we also keep students so partitioned. I know we can't make changes for all the students immediately, not with term starting on Monday, but perhaps we could try an experiment with the first years?"
She hadn't seen him so interested in running Hogwarts in, well, nearly two decades. He leaned forward, looking younger than he had in some time.
"I suppose it depends entirely on the experiment."
"I thought we might split them into cohorts across the Houses. Instead of having Gryffindor and Slytherin or Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, all four houses would be in each class. I believe we could keep the current class slots, but mix the students more." His eyes sparkled. "We can't teach them that they're stronger united if we never unite them."
"Would they keep the same cohort all seven years?" Minerva could see the benefit of such a plan. She and Severus had long hoped for classes with some buffer between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
"At least through OWLs, I think. NEWT coursework becomes so specialized and the class sizes shrink. Shall we sort out cohorts tomorrow morning?"
"Yes. If we keep the class slots as we've worked them out, I don't see a problem with it."
"And the idea of separating students too much brings me to another plan, although I don't believe we'll be able to implement it immediately."
He felt like the Albus she'd known years ago when she first began teaching - engaged with and interested in student welfare. Before Voldemort, before all of it, he'd been such a passionate educator.
"What have you been dreaming up now?" She let herself smile, finally. This. This excitement, the change, sharing ideas…she'd become a teacher for this.
"We've had any number of complaints over the years from children with friends in different houses that there's nowhere for them to go. I thought we could use some of the empty rooms on the first floor. Hogwarts has already created two very large rooms for us. One could be for quiet but not silent group study and one could be for socialization. We'll have to start the hiring process for proctors now -- my dear, whatever is the matter?"
"Albus, the budget! It's all very well to have the space, but can we hire?"
"I have spent this week past combing the budget. We are quite solvent, I assure you. We can hire four for the new project and four assistants for my house Heads, beside. You all work much too hard."
"And the Board?" However generous Albus wished to be, the clutchfisted Board liked to flex their power.
"I think we shall use the discretionary budget for this. That I control and we've barely touched it in a decade. Gringotts has managed it capitally and we have a healthy fund to draw on. I will speak to the Board about hiring a new History professor, though. It's high time Binns' classroom became a relic of our past. I have hope that charting the abysmal History OWLs and NEWTs scores over the past twenty years will be the impetus we need for change. That and that even the most genteel and properly educated students have trouble describing the Great Workings of history. Perhaps if I point out that the only student conversant in actual magical history seems to be Percival Weasley? Might get them thinking, in any case."
Minerva stared, blinking.
"Are you quite well, my dear?" He smiled gently.
"Who are you and what have you done with the Albus of the last twenty years?" She finally managed.
"I put him back in the cupboard where he ought to have stayed. I've been sadly wrongheaded, Minerva. I only hope that the staff can forgive an old man too bogged down in the ghosts of the past. I'll answer the call, if there is one in the future, but for now we must focus on our students." He patted her hand. "Do you think my ideas will work?"
"I…yes, Albus. I think they'll do very well. Once we can sort out space for students to meet across the Houses, I'm sure we'll receive fewer complaints." She rose and headed for the fireplace. An hour or two of quiet would set her right again, she was sure of it.
"Except, of course, for Mr. Ponsonby's campaign to introduce packaged breakfast cereal to our tables." His eyes twinkled.
"Well, I'm sure that I'm happy you find it entertaining!" She bit back and exited his office to his merry laughter.