lupercus: So tired, it's the sky that makes you feel so tired

So tired, it's the sky that makes you feel so tired
Anyone catch that Cannons-Magpies match on the WWN the other night? How amusingly dismal. For a while I suspected that they were merely pretending that the Cannons had actually shown up, until I very clearly heard their Keeper, Cadmus Orangegrove, shriek in terror as a Bludger knocked him out of the air.

Godric love the Cannons, though, for trying.

Am afraid I overslept a bit this morning, due to this sodding cold. The house-elves were nice enough to bring up some toast and juice for breakfast, which I immediately spiked with a dash of Firewhiskey to quell the coughing. Unfortunately I went back to sleep, only to be shaken awake by an elf in an unfortunate sweater, emblazoned with an "H," demanding to know why 'Mister Moony' was not out 'teaching about beasties.' Oh, bugger.

Apologies to my first class of the day, for my disheveled appearance and lack of breath. Also, to whomever it was I may or may not have knocked down in the corridor, in my haste to reach my classroom. Sorry about that.

I have since given in and asked Pomfrey for some Pepper-Up Potion, which she graciously handed over in large quantities. I now feel much better, which is just as well. There's nothing more pathetic than a sick dog, and a sick wolf is even worse. Very hard to blow one's nose when you have no opposable thumbs.

By the way, it's disappointing that I will not be able to attend the first Animagus lesson tomorrow. I'd neglected to speak with Sirius about the scheduling conflict, mostly because it's a bit embarassing to have to ask people to work around you every bloody minute. "No, I'm sorry, I can't come to your class, for I'm already booked to mutate into a hideous creature that day. Rain cheque?"

Needless to say, I offer my most sincere apologies to Minerva and Sirius, for being difficult. I do hope the class is a success; from what I understand there is universal interest in the subject. I suppose that while turning into an animal doesn't amuse me in the slightest, it's different when it's entirely voluntary.

Speaking of Sirius, I ran into him again last night and we were able to have a rather nice chat, this time at length. He was a bit put out that I'd asked him to pick up something from Severus for me, but the fact is that I just don't have time to go prowling the dungeons looking for the increasingly-elusive potions master. I'm simply too busy at the moment, trying to get this research started before tomorrow evening. Despite his reluctance however Sirius did oblige me, and for that I am grateful. That wasn't so hard, now, was it Padfoot?

Aside from that, we managed to talk again like the old friends that we are. Sirius even managed to flirt a bit, albeit feebly. We raided the kitchens (sadly, this time we did not find McGonagall violating a cheesecake, nor did we uncover another of Dumbledore's secret candy stashes; methinks they're onto us) and, after some bickering on the subject, I finally sent Sirius muttering ("Bugger, bollocks, arse, feck," I believe it was) off to the dungeons so that I could go back to my rooms and continue my study.

It's odd, however, that I have not seen Sirius since. This is most troubling. I really do need that information.

Oh, and before I forget, an owl arrived this morning, from Romania. From Charlie Weasley, of all people. Charlie is more than willing to assist me with my dragon lecture, which is wonderful to hear (and amusing, in that I simply cannot escape the Weasleys, not that I particularly want to). He also suggested something that I'm quite excited about, and when I put it to Dumbledore he was most encouraging. This is coming along quite nicely.

What was most interesting about Charlie's letter was that it was not, actually, a letter. Not one on parchment, anyway but rather a postcard. I've never seen such a card before. It's quite beautiful, and I suspect it was handmade - well, you can see for yourself.

I wonder where he procured it? The artwork in Romania is quite impressive, to say the least. Finding one suitable for a reply was quite the challenge, but I think I did well.

Ah, here's Sirius now, with that information packet from Severus. That took longer than necessary. Ah, well. I owe him a pint at the Broomsticks, so I'd best be off. More later.

onourbrooms @ 2002-08-23 08:40 pm UTC

I did indeed have the opportunity to watch the Cannons-Magpies and found it perfectly wretched. Although I admire Orangegrove's broom, it takes a capable flier to handle such of that quality. The remake of the Moontrimmer is one of the best recent models, I should think, although not given nearly the attention it deserves.

I am hopeful we won't have to be subjected to another year with him as Keeper. I would shudder to imagine the gore that will be the upcoming Cannons-Harpies game, were I not a Harpies fan myself. I do wish the Cannons were more of a challenge, though. It gets mundane watching one-sided matches.

lupercus @ 2002-08-24 01:37 pm UTC

I test-flew a Moontrimmer on a recent jaunt to London. A fine example of broomsmanship, I must say, though I do like my old Shooting Star which still gets good altitude and speed (though I have been getting a few unpleasant splinters lately - time to have it serviced methinks).

I think Orangegrove's days as Keeper are numbered. I've heard very interesting things about a young lady they have just acquired in the reserves, Nicole Owlworthy, who has shown actual promise as a competent flyer. She not only manages to stay on her broom through practise, but she can actually block a Quaffle. I am optimistic.

However, I shall exercise some caution, and all wagers are on the Harpies. You should take the weekend and go to the Montrose-Kenmare match in Ireland this afternoon, Xiomara. If you'd like to see a *real* battle. If I recall correctly, the last time these two teams came together, someone wound up hexed with Bludgers instead of eyes. Very interesting.

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onourbrooms @ 2002-08-24 08:43 pm UTC

You are entirely welcome to my stocks of broom repair supplies, Remus. Splinters can be most unpleasant.

I still enjoy my Shooting Star thoroughly. Of course, I've done some modifications of my own to it over time, but nevertheless it remains a fine broom. Are you familiar with the Tinderblast? Another quite good older model-- Cleansweep had some lovely brooms in their day.

I am amazed at how some players appear to have absolutely no idea what they're doing yet make ridiculous sums of money to do it. This Owlworthy, or even anyone who could manage to stay on their broomstick, would seem to be a welcome change to that.

Perhaps I shall go to Ireland this weekend. I am rather in the mood to see a proper Quidditch match. It'll have to be rather last minute, but I may just as well...

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