potions_master @ 2002-09-30 23:31:00

Current mood:	sore
Current music:	pietro mascagni - cavalleria rusticana: intermezzo

My my, it has been a bit of an eventful week and a half. So, I had "the summons" from His Evil Royalty again last Sunday, as I posted before I left. And once again, it was another asinine attempt at taking over the world. If the Dark Lord wasn't so sensitive, I'd ask him to practice this hostile takeover by playing a few games of Risk beforehand. However, I have become quite emotionally attached to this particular body and would be loathe to relinquish it over something as trivial as world domination strategy.

The big assignment? We had to loiter about Leicester Square. Again, we had to be on the lookout for "anything dodgy." Well, for those of you who have ever *been* there will know that in addition to the multitudes of tourists, you also have your unemployed as well as your "artists." So, once again the four of us (me, Lucius, Goyle and MacNair) commandeered a table at a pub right across the street and were forced to "make do" with Muggle alcohol. Once again, we had our way of passing the time. Only this time I lost at poker. I will never place wagers again. At least not while on assignment.



Anger Management picked up right where we left off. I quickly suggested chess (which is a game that I am relatively competent in). Sirius showed up after dinner where we began arguing about the merits of vegetarianism. Of course it's ridiculous that humans would be vegetarians. Even vegetarian food...some of it, is modeled after meat. Meat substitutes. If it looks like meat, smells like meat and tastes like meat, why not just eat meat? Of course he disagreed, and the argument got rather silly. I have no idea why I did it, but I was beyond normal irritation and just whisked the chessboard off the table. I realize it was childish, but it felt unbearably good.

And then for a moment, Sirius and I just stared at each other...and as he said, the table was immediately put to better use. I think that one of the chess pieces is permanently embedded in my back, but I didn't pay much attention to that at the time. Until I thought. And admittedly, a time like that is NOT the time to think, but my nature defeats me. All the time. And I can't help but think. So, I had to stop. Sirius was frustrated, but if there's one thing I've found in life, it's that nobody will ever watch out for you except for you. So, I stopped.

So, it was with trepidation that I set out for the Forbidden Forest. Albus sent Sirius to accompany me. His reason? "You need a second pair of eyes." I was reluctant to admit that it was a logical suggestion. It really IS better considering the creatures that roam about. While I was gathering some VERY rare Silybum marianum, the skies darkened and it began raining in sheets.

It is rather fortunate that Sirius has that sensitive nose, because he was able to find Hagrid's cabin. We were both soaked, but all the cur had to do was shake the water off his blasted FUR COAT (and all over me, I might add). So, I admit I may have been peevish. But there's nothing worse than being wet and catching a draft.

A half-bottle of Hagrid's firewhisky and an argument later, Sirius and I found much better ways to spend the time. Speaking of which, we found our newfound mutual interest so agreeable, that we continued all weekend.

I should be worried about the ribbing that I'll get from Sylvia and Xiomara, but at this point, I can't find it within myself to be too concerned about it. I think it's worth it.

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