Arthur scanned through the letter Molly had sent Ginny. His face grew thunderous at his wife’s barely veiled insults and promises of lengthy lectures about dishonoring the family if she did not repent of her evilness and beg the headmistress for a re-sort. "I don’t understand her sometimes. She’s like a bulldog with a bone, refusing to let go of the idea that Ginny’s sorting was a stain on the family’s dishonor. I’ve got three cousins who were sorted into Slytherin! All of them are hard-working, honorable people who are firmly in the Light." He let out an aggrieved sigh, "What’s the school’s position on this?"