Gabrielle blinked at the notice, highly uneasy. She taught at a primary school, and was not nearly as large a force as her sister... but it sounded as if this applied to her! Generally, her curriculum covered little more than singing about numbers and shapes and the like, with the occasional ballad about one if history's famous wizards. What could she possibly be tested on?
Knowing that even NORMAL people sometimes questioned the importance of the arts, Gabrielle became deathly afraid for the future. She had little experience with Umbridge, and would of course give the woman a fair chance, but the uproar she had already caused gave her little faith. She had hurt Harry Potter, and anybody who could do that was not a nice person at all.
...She couldn't hate her for being part-Veela, could she?! No, no, that was a ridiculous thing to think. Still...
She grabbed the notice and trotted quickly into the primary school. "Fleur, mon chaton, 'ave you seen zis???"