Rosier rolled her eyes at his words.
That infuriating man. Was he already finding her a nuisance?
"Bothering you? My dear Mr. Vaughan Weasley, my teaching assistant, have you forgotten that we're still working together on reforming the Practical Class? Think carefully: how long has it been since you last helped improve the Trial Grounds?"
At the mention of the Practical Class and the Trial Grounds, even Vaughn, thick-skinned as he was, felt a little embarrassed.
For the past two months, he had devoted most of his energy to Potions research and had barely paid attention to anything else. Almost all the work on reforming the Practical Class had fallen on Isabella alone.
"Sorry, Isa. Sorry for all the trouble lately," Vaughn said apologetically, though he had no intention of changing his ways. "Hang in there a little longer. Once I've established the framework for the new Potions system, I'll come back and help you."
"You mean help yourself. Don't forget, reforming the Practical Class was your idea. I'm an accomplice at most!"
Isabella rolled her eyes again and complained, "Besides, whether I can keep this up isn't the issue. Dumbledore is. Yes, we rejected splitting up the delegations at the meeting, but Dumbledore certainly won't give up."
"And the delegations really do need to split up. All those extra students have come to Hogwarts on exchanges lasting six months to a year. They can't spend the entire time following you around and focusing exclusively on the new Potions system. They'll have to take classes in other subjects, even if it's only to review."
"And don't forget that idiot Fudge. You can win him over, but so can Dumbledore. Your alliance with Fudge is fragile, yet the conflicts between you run deep. Suppose Dumbledore invites the delegations to experience the