"She's getting students to snoop on other students too," Neville tacked on after Harry mentioned the Edcuaitonal Decrees, his expression as disdainful as someone who'd been served a dead rat for dinner.

Lily, listening to the kids while they described the situation frowned over the rim of her mug of tea, looking at their faces as she considered the situation, which had she been a student, she would have found utterly outrageous.

Obviously Horace would get an owl, certain that if anyone had the real dirt on the situation it would be him. As she had gotten older and they'd become more peers than teacher and student, or mentor and mentee Lily had realized that the only person who knew more about what was going on was Albus Dumbledore, and Lily knew better than to write to him first. Dumbledore was a good man, but he was sparse with information and kept himself perpetually busy.

"I certainly don't like this," she began, frowning. "And it's just unsafe not to know how to defend yourself against the Dark Arts, has she even disbanded the Dueling Club?"