Kettleburn rubbed his hard, stubbly chin thoughtfully. "I'd want nothing more than to smash his bloody head in. No one can stop me from loving those big fellows—not even Dumbledore!"
Vaughn shrugged. "The Board of Governors has been meddling in the castle's affairs repeatedly these past few months. To the four Heads of House, it's a similar concept. Of course, none of them have a temper as explosive as yours, but their patience has limits too. They simply lack a reasonable excuse."
"But—" Kettleburn scratched his head. The old wizard, who had taught all his life, had long since lost any sensitivity to politics, and he looked rather confused now. "—Can Minerva and the others stand against the Board of Governors? The Board's power of oversight takes precedence over all other authority."
Vaughn smiled. "Like I said, everyone has selfish desires. The Heads of House do, you do, and naturally the Board of Governors does too. No organization in the world can truly have completely unified goals and beliefs. As a professor, you must have attended plenty of meetings. Think carefully—have you ever attended any meeting with more than three people where no one argued?"
Uh—
Kettleburn thought back carefully, and it was true.
"Muggles have a saying: when more than seven people gather, don't discuss business, because the moment they do, they start arguing. And that's just a gathering—their arguments are based only on personal views rather than interests. If interests and grudges are mixed in as well, an organization of seven or eight people might produce more than ten factions."
"The Board has twelve members: four from pure-blood families, four from wizarding families, two prominent social figures, and two appointed by the Ministry of Magic. Professor, do you think they'll stand united?"
By now, no matter how politically