| potions_master @ 2003-11-05 15:04:00 |
| Current mood: | highly annoyed |
| Current music: | Wagner: Tristan und Isolde: Liebestod |
on the solving of mysteries.
Granger came to my office last night in possession of a set of notes that wholly proves what has heretofore only been a supposition of mine: those who think they are brilliant are usually more stupid than a box of hair. Even, in Granger's case, a box of lots of hair.
It appears the daft child sneaked into my laboratory after-hours in April of last term to brew a wit-sharpening potion to further her incessant studying. (And what a pity that studying did not bear more fruit; I wonder if she has had many edifying discussions with Miss Turpin on what it is like to really be Head Girl?) At any rate, her notes reveal that, precisely at midnight while stirring widdershins, she added three ounces of elderwood, not elderwyrm. There may also have been other mistakes, she said, that she cannot be certain of due to her own fatigue at the time of the illicit brewing. Tsk, tsk, clever Miss Granger -- did our elementary grammar pass us by, in all that high-flown theoretical study? Tell me, is it true that you know how to make rain but lack the sense to come in out of it?
Granger claims this resulted in a potion of unknown properties. Insolent chit. Whatever properties it possesses, they will not remain unknown for long. She also claims that I actually interrupted her activities and sent her straight back to the Tower immediately, justly depriving Gryffindor of fifty points in the process. However, there is no record of such a loss of points in the school ledgers. I have mention of no such incident in my own notes. I have, in fact, no memory at all of the incident in question. But a judicious application of one of the lesser truth serums proved Granger was, in fact, speaking honestly -- how rare for a Gryffindor.
What to do? Obviously, it seems quite fitting to take the fifty points from Gryffindor now, as they were not properly taken before, and a further twenty points from Miss Granger for not being more forthcoming at the actual time of the incident. As I said -- honesty and Gryffindors rarely keep company. She claims she 'did not know I wasn't remembering it.' Idiot girl. In the meantime, I will peruse her notes more carefully. I am not fond of the idea that an evening of my life is lost to me due to the effects of a potion that, quite possibly, is not even supposed to exist.
I will get to the bottom of this. At present, however, Lilitou is yowling. How fortunate that I discovered an illegal pet Puffskein on the person of a second-year Ravenclaw. She has been missing that particular delicacy. Let us never say we cannot find some joy in a day.
Comments:
| lupercus @ 2003-11-05 03:57 pm UTC |
You truly can't remember a thing? How frightening. Are you all right?
At least she came to you about it. Eventually. Surely that's worth something?
| potions_master @ 2003-11-06 04:12 pm UTC |
I am perfectly fine, thank you. Why shouldn't I be? Whatever it was took place months ago. I see no reason to be concerned, and seek answers out of entirely intellectual curiosity.
At least she came to you about it. Eventually. Surely that's worth something?
Yes. It is worth exactly seventy points from Gryffindor, in fact.
| lupercus @ 2003-11-07 12:50 am UTC |
Well, that's good at any rate. I never liked losing time. I've got several gaps in my memory throughout the years. I'm waiting for photographs of me as a can-can dancer or something to surface in the Quibbler.
Seventy points is a bit excessive, my dear boy. Luckily for her she turned in a very impressive essay on the mating habits of the Chimaera today. A very impressive, fifty-point essay. How very fortunate.
Busy tonight?
| potions_master @ 2003-11-07 07:33 pm UTC |
A can-can dancer? Even as a woman you hadn't the legs for it. Perhaps you worked in a cloakroom.
A very impressive, fifty-point essay. How very fortunate.
Yes. Fortunate indeed. My, my, when will this mad ride of coincidence ever stop?
Busy tonight?
By another coincidence -- and how unfortunate, this one -- yes. I am.
| lupercus @ 2003-11-07 11:33 pm UTC |
I thought my legs were really quite lovely. Or, that's what I was told anyway.
Ah. Well then. Another time perhaps.
| potions_master @ 2003-11-06 04:13 pm UTC |
Please remove yourself from my journal. I fear you may be infectious.
(parent)| wehaveseven @ 2003-11-07 03:48 am UTC |
Well! Good Heavens. With a comment like mine, it seems like you are the infectious one? Hahaha.
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