potions_master in nocturne_alley @ 2002-10-18 15:58:00

Current mood:

pessimistic

The worst is just around the bend.
I shall make this entry in haste, as I am on my way out of this blasted castle and to a long overdue holiday away from the irritating, the infuriating and the insufferable.

Though, as I expected, my departure is not without fanfare.

An encounter with just_harry in the corridor between Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts revealed the complete lack of respect that The Boy Who Gave Me Ulcers has for his personal belongings: a small darn in the right shoulder of his cloak, a scuff on his copy of Thwarting Evil: A Beginner's Guide To Destroying Overlords, and the most atrocious pair of Muggle trainers I have ever laid eyes upon.

Potter, naturally, seemed nonplussed by my disgust over his discheveled appearance, and unapologetic for it. The Boy Who Was Lobotomised has absolutely no consideration for others when it comes to the state of his attire; innocent bystanders are at his very mercy when he walks through the halls looking like a bedraggled street urchin. Appalled, I took seventeen points from Gryffindor, and Pansy Parkinson shall have a detention.

la_pensee, you are to report to Professor Sprout's greenhouses following your last class of the day, to help apply fertiliser (Enrumpent manure, I believe) to every last plant in her possesion. You will not use magic, and prefect missgranger will supervise you.

And on that happy note, I take my leave of you all. As I will be returning Monday evening, classes for that day are cancelled. I suggest you use the free time wisely; just because there will be no Potions lesson does not mean you will not be quizzed on what you would have learnt in it.

Goodbye, and good riddance.

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