William extricated the article from the rest of the paper, handing the remainder (including the crossword) over to Gabe. Nowhere in the article was a list of names to be trumpeted as the saviors of the new wizarding educational system. They could pull Arithmancy and Muggle Studies candidates from the Ministry, possibly, but there was still the problem of having no one with teaching experience in their first century still left in the country.
He shut the newspaper, as satisfied as he could be with the contents. "It will blow over," he guessed. "They may not realize how shallow the candidate pool is right now. Those of us in the next generation who might have gone into academics are, as you say," he added with a twist of his lips, "wasting our youth. Epistulis," he finished helpfully, tapping his wand against the crossword that Gabe had left, as Pete would put it, dangerously close to William's line of sight.