| onourbrooms @ 2004-06-23 09:31:00 |
| Current mood: |  optimistic |
Since Severus and I sent Alarico off on an exciting tropical Muggle curse-- er, cruise-- things have been pleasantly quiet. My brother, of course, was full of dire nonsense during his entire stay, but he was probably just thinking about his own future. I am sure at this very moment he is surrounded by grass skirts, seasickness, lurid neon flower-blotches masquerading as bathing suits on middle-aged women, and small, sunburnt, unsupervised children. How delightful.
Today in my tea leaves, Sibyll saw an owl, which she says means either bad or good luck; and something that could have been a zebra, which represents change. It's good to keep your options open.
It's similarly good to see the seventh-years making such ambitious (and not-so-ambitious, for those who prefer to waste away in France over their absinthe) plans-- they remind me of when I was that age and living in a tiny flat with four other people. But rather than doing the old fogy thing and reminiscing at length about my misspent youth, I'll instead wish you students good luck in both the rest of your NEWTs and in general. You've certainly shaped up better than I ever could have expected when you first bumbled into my class and asked me which end of the broomstick was up.
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