| potterstinks @ 2003-02-26 20:07:00 |
| Current mood: | enraged |
I'm vaguely certain that the atrocity of life that is the month of February was invented purely out of spite by Muggles at some point. Only Muggles would decide that rather than extending the length of the year or shortening a few thirty-one day months, they ought to cram a twenty-eight day month in there. It's hardly any wonder that February is so cursed. I know if I were a month, and I'd got the shaft like that, I'd take it out on the entire human race as well.
This morning I awoke to find my feet suitably warm. However, the comfort was immediately cancelled out when I realised they were warm because Millicent's heinous beast of a cat was laying on them. Naturally I knew it was going to be a horrid day from the get-go.
Cats have got to be the stupidest beasts imaginable. Just look at the ones around here. Millicent's cat is irritatingly stupid, Mrs Norris needs no further explanation, and of course we have Granger's monstrosity. Of course, they do say that pets reflect their owners.
At breakfast Greengrass left crumbs all over the butter, and no one would even go and fetch some more. As though I want some girl's used crumbs all over my food. So there was no butter for me, and I was stuck looking at Greengrass' greasy face for the whole of the morning.
Then, in Transfiguration, there was hardly even time to get comfortable in my seat before McGonagall decided to drop some vague hints about parents' trips during the weekends. Of course, I'm certain she was talking about My Father's recent trip to Romania, where I believe he picked up a few gifts for Mother. Tokens of love, and McGonagall decides to make something sinister out of it. Naturally, I had to owl Father about it, as he likes to be kept informed as to when the professors mention him. She didn't mention him by name, but one would have to be an idiot not to have realised.
I had Care of Magical Creatures with the Gryffindors later in the afternoon. I personally find it highly funny that whomever creates the schedules around here always likes to pair the Slytherins with the Gryffindors for at least two lessons. If there were anyone on the faculty with any intelligence aside from Professor Snape, they'd be opposed to this, but I'm starting to think they do it just to create some entertainment in their otherwise insignificant lives.
Of course, Weasley and I managed to get into a bit of a row, as I don't think he's enjoying the idea of having to work off his debt to My Family. Potter and Granger had to step in, as per usual, but before Potter and I could get into it Lupin broke things up to ensure that Potter didn't get any scratches on him. I don't see why they don't just Spellotape Potter to the wall so he doesn't come into harm's way.
Now Pansy is reading aloud the latest on the world of wizarding litigation, which is always quite fascinating.
Comments:
| arithmantra @ 2003-02-27 04:47 pm UTC |
Come now, Mr. Malfoy. You know as well as I do that falling as it does in the yearly cycle as the second month of the year, February is a very unstable month but one that shows great forward motion and progress if one is aware of its potential. I do not have to tell you, one of my best students, of the current arithmantic properties of the past month, given that it is indeed a 1 in an 8 universal. It should have been reaping only good things for you, Mr. Malfoy; well? has it or has it not?
| arithmantra @ 2003-03-01 02:10 pm UTC |
How distressing. Better luck with March, then. I strongly suggest bathing with a rose quartz crystal on the seventh day of your particular cycle--it will open up your receptive abilities and allow you to capitalize on the joys that await you in this, a month with all the wonderful mystical properties of an 11.
(parent)| sinistra @ 2003-03-01 09:37 pm UTC |
Hilda, I had no idea you were so perceptive. I myself have always found that Mr Malfoy's monthly cycle of joys bring suffering to all around him. Does this rose quartz cure cramps and bloating?
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2003-03-01 02:01 pm UTC |
Yes, well, my owl can be trained to use your morning breakfast plate as a lavatory, but I don't like to brag.
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