| potions_master @ 2003-04-22 01:12:00 |
| Current mood: | beleaguered |
| Current music: | "Consolation No.3 in D-flat Major," Franz Liszt |
A glooming peace this morning with it brings
I have been remiss in my communiqué. It is rare that I have quietude and sequestration and so, with the school untenanted over the holiday I am enjoying this brief allayment before I am forced to indoctrinate the chucklehead masses once more.
Naturally, it is obvious from the evidence presented by the various inhabitants of Hogwarts that absolutely no one is taking the opportunity over their furlough to study in preparation for their upcoming O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s. No, they seem more interested in rampant doggery and insipid devilment, or they are too caught up in the distractions of the flesh to even notice that they are, in fact, students who are here to learn, not play silly buggers.
Or whinging.
Incidentally, Lupin, you must begin your Wolfsbane regime as soon as you return. It is earlier than usual so as to ensure that any lingering dementia brought on by your unhindered transformation will be sufficently diluted by the potion. You will report to me as soon as possible for your first dosage - I would suggest Professor Black accompany you; occasionally after prolonged absence from the system Wolfsbane can cause severe fatigue or exhaustion, and I don't need you curled up in a heap on my floor.
Finally, do not think I have forgotten the curse upon this school, nor has the search for a culprit slipped my mind. I have successfully sorted out who, indeed, is the scoundrel responsible, and I will be making an announcement very soon with regard to his identity. Mark my words, this rapscallion shall pay dearly for his bit of fun at the expense of Hogwarts. Mischief may be rewarded by some so-called authority figures around here, but it is not tolerated by me. There will be justice.
Ready the old punishments, Argus.
This entry is finished.
Comments:
| lupercus @ 2003-04-22 01:15 pm UTC |
Why, I do believe the holidays have done wonders for your disposition, my dear Severus. You're an absolute ray of sunshine today.
Peep?
- Remus
| potions_master @ 2003-04-22 01:18 pm UTC |
A veritable plethora of goodness and light, I assure you.
Why the hell are you chirping at me?
SS
| lupercus @ 2003-04-22 01:26 pm UTC |
Severus, like a beacon you brighten the unbearable darkness of our collective being.
And I'm not chirping. I was offering you a Peep.
- Remus
| potions_master @ 2003-04-22 01:34 pm UTC |
While you taint my very existence with your maddening congeniality.
What is this "Peep" you offer me? This sounds like one of your hairy habitué's more caliginous proclivities.
I'm on to you.
SS
| lupercus @ 2003-04-22 01:45 pm UTC |
You flatter me, pet.
A Peep is not a deviant sexual act, Severus, though I suppose it has poss- er, sorry, it is a Muggle sweet traditionally given at Easter. Looks like this.
The magical counterparts actually cheep until you bite their little heads off. Wonderfully barbaric. Right up your alley.
Try one. I've loads.
- Remus
| potions_master @ 2003-04-22 01:47 pm UTC |
I am not your pet, cretin.
And I have no interest in your Peeps. I do not consume sugar.
SS
| jadedsirius @ 2003-04-22 04:04 pm UTC |
Now now, children, play nicely. Don't make me come over there.
~Sirius
