| potions_master @ 2003-07-21 12:38:00 |
| Current mood: | uncomfortable |
For this, for everything, we are out of tune.
It would seem that I have nothing but impeccable timing in my travels. We have finally managed to escape the endless rains of the previous week, only to arrive in the midst of what appears to be a massive Polynesian carnival of some sort. Miss Chang suggested that we go and observe the festivities, however I am not interested in Muggles cavorting about in grass skirts and strategically-placed feathers, and we have left the main island in favour of a smaller, more traditional one, where I shall conduct my business in peace.
Or, relative peace. It would seem that I am being followed. This does not surprise me, though I am decidedly not impressed by the chosen agent. I would have hoped that I would require a shadow more interesting, or at least one more skilled in the art of stealth. There's hardly anything clandestine in popping out from behind palm trees or ducking under tables in semi-populated cantinas. Honestly.
Moving on, Miss Chang has taken to entertaining herself with local history while I am working, and when I return in the evenings she regales me with enough information to cure even the most stubborn case of insomnia. However, I do wish to point out to certain people that the Muggles precious 'faith' seems to be responsible for most of their enduring existential misery, if the ruins and blood-stained past of the Australs is any indication. It is quite the testimony to the Muggle's enduringly destructive nature to eradicate everything that they do not understand, with divine vindication for their actions.
How delightfully inspiring, I'll be certain to drop by the nearest Muggle church now and embrace their religion, if it entitles me to the righteous destruction of other, lesser entities. I'll start with the fools at the Ministry, and the Department of Potions Control.
At any rate, my work is complete and Miss Chang insists we extend our stay by an additional day, as Lilitou is enjoying herself in the tropical jungle, and I have acquiesced to her request on the grounds that our travel is hindered by the Muggle festival at any rate, and so we must remain on the island until tomorrow morning.
Unfortunately, this has resulted in my being abducted and forced to endure the sun and the sea, and Miss Chang insists on wandering about in varying stages of undress as if she were native, and ignores my insistence that her naturist behaviour is completely inappropriate, not to mention disturbing as she has only grown her arm back halfway. She does not seem to care about this. She also refuses to allow me to wear my usual attire and thus I sit here in a pair of obnoxiously-hued trousers that end at my knees, and my vest, as every one of my shirts have mysteriously gone missing. I am not amused, and am seriously reconsidering my need for an assistant. If only Lilitou did not take to her so kindly.
It is time to go. Miss Chang has just placed a circle of colourful vegetation upon my head and demands that we attempt something she describes only as "surfing." I believe a simple Petrification spell is in order.
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