lupercus: Between the Mountain and the Moon

Between the Mountain and the Moon
Note to self: next time, spend the extra few Galleons, buy the larger cage. I think I've done something to my back. Just going to the toilet this morning was an adventure, albeit a painful one.

Perhaps you all did not need to know that.

At any rate, I sent for a Healer and who should they send but Poppy Pomfrey! I'd forgotten she helps out at St Mungo's during the holidays. I expect they sent her along because she is familiar with me and the sort of damage I tend to do to myself, and she's been very helpful in getting me back into shape. She's left me a myriad of potions and things I'm to take, and a particularly fragrant salve that's supposed to sort out my back, though I'm not entirely certain how I'm going to apply it, being that I can't even bloody sit up properly.

Perhaps I will have to ask the brooding teenager glaring at me from behind The Quibbler to give me a hand, provided he wouldn't rather see me strung up. There's been a minor scuffle over the necessity of the cage, as well as the rather dodgy business from last night (which I am not going into, as it's nobody's bloody business). Needless to say, I have been soundly lectured and am now being treated to a particularly magnificent sulk as only a seventeen-years-old boy can produce.

And while I know Harry'll probably come round eventually, for now I can't say I blame him for being cross. I wish he didn't have to deal with all of this. I wish none of this were happening. He deserves much, much more than this, and he is truly the strongest person that I know.

Though, the cage kept me alive and out of Azkaban, so I won't let him win that one.

Today will be a very lazy day, I think. I've got some reading to be getting on with, and curriculum to draw up. Hagrid's sent an owl saying that he'd be more than happy to move all my creatures back to the Menagerie in time for the start of term, and he's even managed to procure a few new beasts, so I've got to do some researching on them as well. It looks to be a promising year for everyone, to say the least!

Am also considering taking a holiday, once I've recovered. Not sure where I would go, and it couldn't be for very long since there's only about a fortnight until school begins again, but not being in England even for just a day sounds rather nice at the moment. I've asked around for ideas, and of course suggestions from all of you are welcome. I'll need to think on it a bit more.

Hmm. I wonder if Harry realises that his magazine is upside-down. The boy is not fooling anyone. I should stop writing and talk to him. Make it up to him, somehow, though I suspect the only way I could make it up to him is something I am not able to do just yet. We shall see.

Cheers, all.

PS: Congratulations, Neville, on passing your Apparation test! Harry is going for his on Friday. Wish him luck!

just_harry @ 2003-08-13 12:58 pm UTC

Yeah, we really didn't need to know that.

That stuff really stinks by the way.

lupercus @ 2003-08-13 01:02 pm UTC

Many apologies for offending your sensitive sensibilities.

I see that you are not done sulking, as you are talking to me here despite being just across the room.

And it's no worse than your socks.

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just_harry @ 2003-08-13 01:06 pm UTC

Nope, don't think I'm done yet. Sulk sulk sulk.

My socks don't smell!

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lupercus @ 2003-08-13 01:22 pm UTC

You are as always a paragon of maturity. I think have had this same conversation with your mother. Including the bit about the socks. It must be hereditary.

Are you okay, love?

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just_harry @ 2003-08-13 01:32 pm UTC

I didn't know Mum had smelly feet.

I'm fine. Are you?

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lupercus @ 2003-08-13 01:34 pm UTC

The worst feet imaginable.

If you are fine, then I am just dandy. And we are both terrible liars.

Put down the computer, love, and come talk to me.

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just_harry @ 2003-08-13 01:39 pm UTC

Okay.

I have to go practise Apparating soon. Will you be all right?

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lupercus @ 2003-08-13 01:42 pm UTC

Yes, that's fine.