potions_master @ 2003-08-20 21:59:00

Current mood:

discontent

The child, the waterfall, the fire, the stone
The first thing I shall do upon returning to English soil is to seek out a proper breakfast that does not involve anything raw, anything American, or anything concieved from goats. This morning's geitost and pickled herring has pushed me to my very limits of what I am willing to tolerate in the realm of foodstuffs. This city is particularly fish-intensive, and Japan is still far too recent in my mind to allow me to consume anything with fins. I will not remain here for long, lest I be forced to find a field in which to graze.

At the moment I am in Frognerparken, surrounded by the sort of people I much prefer to be in company with, as they are made entirely of stone. In a few hours however the whole of the park will be teeming with tourists and I will be forced to flee to quieter settings. There seems to be some musical festival occuring here which results in much horseplay, hard liquor and noise among the Muggles. Naturally, I have no interest. It would seem that there is nowhere on this earth where I can find true solitude. And you people wonder why I spend so much of my time in the Hogwarts dungeons.

I have not even the night to look forward to, as the sun does not set here for long. If I am fortunate, it will not set on me here. Therefore I must conclude this entry, as I am due to visit the Akershus Slott and Festning, for the sake of research and to dissolve the last remaining shreds of my patience. The sooner I finish that, the sooner I can move on to the next layer of Hell destination.

Yet another enthralling day in the life of Severus Snape: messenger boy for the ages.

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