Snape scowled at the letter. Another duty, another task for him.
Something else he couldn't quite bring himself to refuse. A scroll, a Serpenscript, a brief and grumbled speech, and the owl was on its way.
"Dear Mr. Pucey,
I will grant access to the Forbidden Forest for the purpose you name, on the condition that all werewolves - Wolfsbane-dosed or not - will be under strict surveillance. I will strengthen the defensive charms between the Forest and the school grounds proper. Kindly convey to your patients that any attempt to venture beyond the Forest's borders will not be conducive to a long life.