| potions_master @ 2003-03-26 05:24:00 |
| Current mood: | harsh |
| Current music: | mahler - kindertotenlieder |
The Story of S
It is certainly not as though it were infinitely imperative that I grace Lupin's abysmal housewarming party with my very presence. Nonetheless, it would seem that in my absence, Potter was elevated to adult-status and given permission to consume alcoholic beverages. He spent the evening, I imagine, sitting around the lounge smoking cigars and drinking dry martinis. Soon Potter will become a playboy and begin spending his Friday evenings on the prowl with Black for the sleaziest night-spots available in the seedier corners of Hogsmeade and--dare I say--Knockturn Alley. Stop the presses and cease your concern over Potter's safety, because surely one who can throw back a few drinks with the men does not need any guardians in their life. Soon Potter will show up for lessons with a beard.
Sylvia has informed me that she spent a great deal of time informing Black and Lupin of all tawdry secrets involving me. It is ever so novel to spend one's time in the company of a woman who shall cheerfully slash your name to ribbons and inform you of it over a cigarette the following morning as though she were delivering the weather. Now it is time that I inform you that Sylvia Sinistra, our own Astronomy professor, was indeed a Hufflepuff during her days at Hogwarts. This shall come as no surprise to Black or Lupin, but I feel it only right that the Hufflepuffs know that they have a role model in their midsts, and one who will not lead them down the sweet road of sin and seduction as the ever-elusive Sprout.
Defying Albus, I have again begun work on my memoirs, despite his insistence that it is of poor taste to compose these when one has not yet hit the peak of their career. An excerpt:
Morning dawned and with it the acrid scent of Hufflepuffs who have wet their beds in secret. Make no mistake: I am still at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. By breakfast I had encountered no fewer than five students who needed to beg for an extension on the latest essay I have assigned. I have deducted no fewer than fifty points from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, respectively. Black remains Defence Against the Dark Arts professor and I have left him my daily token of appreciation. Today, a guide to defeating your dog's fun new ringworm. My goals were achieved well before 0915.
Comments:
| lupercus @ 2003-03-26 11:56 am UTC |
I always thought the Sorting Hat had gone out of its tree when it sorted Sylvia into Hufflepuff. I don't think that house has ever lost as many points as it did during that particular decade. Didn't it set a new record for longest amount of time spent in final place for house cup? Seven solid years, if I recall.
Yellow and black, however, are certainly her colours.
Incidentally, Severus, your presence was sorely missed on Saturday. I daresay every time I saw a skulking movement in the shadows, I thought you might have deigned to join us. Alas, was only the Boggarts.
- Remus
