"Well, that could be an issue, but I am sure young Mr Thomas can be reasoned with." Dumbledore said his Grandfather mask firmly back in place. "You plan on convincing a twelve year old, to not tell his family he was petrified?" A horrified voice demanded. As Dumbledore and the other Professor’s snapped their heads to the side where the entrance door was, Severus allowed a smirk to grace his face briefly, a smirk, which was caught by Remus. "Amelia, my dear." Dumbledore greeted warmly, but his blue eyes were iced in anger, and his teeth clenched, only those who truly knew him, could see beyond the façade. "It’s Madam Bones, I am here in a professional manner." Amelia snarked, she eyed Dumbledore and Mcgonagall distrustfully, she had been there long enough waiting for the right moment to reveal herself. "What kind of situation would bring you to us today?" The Headmaster asked coldly enough that the others, who were usually blind to the man’s faults, noticed. "You know exactly why we are here." A wheezing voice spoke, Remus’ golden eyes widened in shock as Minister Fudge stepped out from behind Amelia with a smug Lucius and re-disguised Tom at his side. Severus would be forever grateful that Tom had been with him when the Patronus appeared, just for Dumbledore’s expression of shock alone. Unfortunately the Headmaster managed to get ahold of himself rather quickly. "Cornelius, what in Merlin’s name are you doing here? Amelia dear you felt the need to bother the Minister with silly little school issues?" Dumbledore asked in a soft and grave tone paired with his trademark disappointed expression. "SILLY LITTLE SCHOOL ISSUE?!" Cornelius’ shrill voice caused everyone in the room to wince, the portly man had managed to imitate the sound of a wand on a chalkboard, something no-one would've thought possible. "A CHILD HAS BEEN PETRIFIED!" "We are handling it." Dumbledore said dispassionately, he was deeply annoyed that both the School Board and Ministry were interfering in Hogwarts. He was the Leader of the Light, the Defeater of Grindelwald, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. How dare they doubt him, or treat him like one of the untrustworthy Slytherin’s he keeps an eye on. "Really Headmaster? And what measures have you taken?" Amelia asked, an eyebrow raised as she stared him down. "Measures my dear?" He asked in strained politeness. "To prevent another student being attacked." She clarified sharply. "Well, we have yet to discuss that, due to your unceremonious arrival." Dumbledore smiled. "I had planned to inform all the Professor’s of an earlier curfew being put in place." His benign Grandfather persona back in place.