lupercus @ 2003-04-03 18:26:00 |
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Current music: | Hufflepuff conspiring, Miss Chang grinding her teeth |
Even Old Hogsmeade Was Once New Hogsterdam
First off - Ginny, I recieved a message from your brother today (he's only got the one owl, I suppose), and he included a note for you for me to pass on.
He's also sent one for Ron, as well.
Am taking a break from putting together the third segment on werewolves as apparently I am working too hard, and with Sirius shouting at me to eat something or take some tea it's very hard to concentrate, so I have come to the library for a little peace and quiet, and a go at the school computers for a change.
Naturally, however, there is no quiet to be had here, as a large but shifty-looking group of Hufflepuff have gathered around one of the larger tables and seem to be discussing some sort of subterfuge. Nothing unusual there, but they're being a bit noisy about it.
I love the library. I spent so much time in here, when I was a boy. I may very well have read every book in the place, at some point or another. I wouldn't say I was particularly swotty when I was younger, but I did like to study and it's not like I had anything else to do when recuperating in the hospital wing. Sirius used to pinch extra books for me whenever he could - sorry, Irma - after he'd checked out his limit and James's on top of that. And Lily would bring me Muggle books which I couldn't get anywhere else - I think my favourite of hers was Jane Eyre. Sirius once said that explained everything. Sirius is also an idiot.
It smells lovely in here. The musty scent of knowledge. I could breathe this all day, if only it weren't for the sneezing.
Wedding news: I think we're very close to setting the date, after which invitations will be owled, and the real fun begins. I've managed to get us registered, at a Muggle shop I'm rather fond of. And whether Sirius likes it or not, I think we'll go with formal dress for the whole thing. I'd like this to be fairly traditional. I'm a traditional sort of fellow, anyway. Aside from the werewolf thing, of course.
Speaking of - this is the last time I skip taking my potion for the month. I'm becoming a nervous wreck, and it's been quite a while since I've gone through a complete transformation, and the anticipation is making me nervous and not a little bit ill. I won't know myself, I will be completely given over to the other side of myself, and I'm always, always afraid I can never come back from that. I do, of course, but the fear is still there.
So many people are afraid of me because of what I am. I wonder if they know that I'm afraid of me, too.
Anyway, I'll be glad when this is over, and I can take my potions and feel like myself again. And Sirius can stop fussing over me like a bloody woman.
Cho Chang just stalked by, muttering a particular hex I don't think she's supposed to know, under her breath. Hm. I'd best go and prevent mayhem.
Cheers, Hogwarts.
PS, to Severus: Embrace the cranes.
Comments:
blushcrush @ 2003-04-03 07:38 pm UTC |
Oh! Thanks, Professor! Can I send one back with yours? Oh, wait, I'll just use Pig now that Ron and I are speaking regularly again!
lupercus @ 2003-04-03 09:53 pm UTC |
Hard to watch from your exalted position under Lord Rat-Bastard's robes, isn't it?
jadedsirius @ 2003-04-03 10:52 pm UTC |
Really, Lucius. I'd not known of your voyeuristic streak.
(parent)jadedsirius @ 2003-04-03 10:58 pm UTC |
I don't know what you're talking about, my dear Moony.
(parent)jadedsirius @ 2003-04-03 10:51 pm UTC |
Oh, that reminds me, Snape, we never finished our discussion. I still need to speak to you.
(parent)lupercus @ 2003-04-03 11:10 pm UTC |
Since when have you any interest in Potions?
What are you up to?
potions_master @ 2003-04-03 10:56 pm UTC |
Black -
I have no interest in a discussion with you.
Kindly bugger off.
SS
potions_master @ 2003-04-03 11:08 pm UTC |
Why am I not surprised?
Like a bad smell, Black, you continue to linger.
There is nothing to discuss.
hannahabbott @ 2003-04-03 09:53 pm UTC |
Naturally, however, there is no quiet to be had here, as a large but shifty-looking group of Hufflepuff have gathered around one of the larger tables and seem to be discussing some sort of subterfuge.
Who? Us?
Really, Professor. Since when have the Hufflepuff's been shifty? After all, we are not certain Slytherins who go around dumping blood on fellow year mates and speaking ill of the deceased.
And I agree with Cho. He would be so much nicer as a newt. Or perhaps a ferret?
Kind regards,
Hannah
lupercus @ 2003-04-03 10:11 pm UTC |
Hannah,
My only concern is that when one is plotting subterfuge, one might consider going about it in a manner just a shade more stealthily.
As much as I disapprove of Mr Malfoy's actions, I dislike revenge even more.
- Prof. Lupin
hannahabbott @ 2003-04-03 10:29 pm UTC |
I actually dislike Revenge also, Professor.
As a matter of fact, we were having a house meeting about how would should approach certain attitudes that the rest of the school seem to harbour that Hufflepuff's are weaklings and are not worthy of any kind of respect.
And while some in my house were leaning towards the Revenge side of things, we have all decided that it would not gain us anything.
I, for one, realise that we can not change the system that we live in, as much as we wish it. This disappoints me more than I could ever say.
~ Hannah Abbott
jadedsirius @ 2003-04-03 10:50 pm UTC |
Excuse me? I'm the woman? Who registered at Neiman bloody Marcus for housewares?
lupercus @ 2003-04-03 10:58 pm UTC |
"Take some tea, dear."
"Are you getting enough sleep, dear?"
"Should you still be awake, dear?"
"Let me get that for you, dear."
You know I love you, but my God, you sound like me.
jadedsirius @ 2003-04-03 11:00 pm UTC |
Right, well forgive me for caring. I'll be off to the pub then. Or better yet, the leather club down in Knockturn Alley. Since you don't need me.
(parent)lupercus @ 2003-04-03 11:20 pm UTC |
Of course, I don't need you. Which is precisely why I'm drinking alone and sulking and listening to way too much Celestina Warbeck to be healthy.
How thick can you possibly get, Padfoot?