That sounded much safer. He was more concerned for the Willow, really. As little affection as he had for it, it was a feature of the landscape that had been here exactly as long as he had, and that meant something. "So long as you submit your receipts in Galleons. The board doesn't care for sterling, stiff old things that they are." He didn't even take issue with the thought of third-years playing board games in class. "Some of them would do well to be encouraged to university, really. The options straight out of Hogwarts are limited."