Prof. McGonagall:  I’m sorry to disturb your dinner, but I can’t make it to the Great Hall right now and I need you to clarify what is going on here.  This afternoon I had to leave my class for a moment to take young Longbottom to Poppy (he fell off his broom and broke his wrist).  When I came back the Potter boy was missing and one of the girls said you’d caught him flying and that he’d be expelled.  Now Wood bursts into my office babbling about Potter being the new Gryffindor Seeker and demanding a new broom for him.

          Potter, a Seeker?  He’s a first-year!  I did have the opportunity to see his father play—and certainly I could never forget it—but white dogs sometimes sire spotted puppies (as Frank Longbottom’s child proved to me today).  I don’t even know if the boy can fly!

          Please reply immediately if you can, I know Wood and he won’t quit pestering me until I get him an answer.