| potterstinks @ 2004-02-14 06:25:00 |
| Current mood: | enraged |
Yesterday's trust lesson turned into a fine mess, thanks to Professor Black's desire to relocate Professor Snape's rooms onto the Quidditch pitch. It's nice to see that our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is so clever at showing us how to defend ourselves from things, rather than how to attack. Oh, wait a moment. That doesn't make any sense. Then again, having Black as a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor doesn't make any sense either, so I suppose it's all right.
Just to complete the absurdity that is this week, we've been forced to answer surveys about our partners. I'm positive that Dumbledore has an ulterior motive in all of this, especially now that he's collecting information about us. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd rigged what our 'prized possessions' were just to create some sort of dysfunctional experiment. I suspect we're all the victims of strange psychological testing. You'll notice that Peter Weasley person from the Ministry was here checking things out as well. Certainly if the Ministry is sending their bottom-dwellers to inspect they've noticed something is awry as well.
Of course, today is Valentine's Day, which means we're all being carted to Hogsmeade, which means we'll all be spending the evening waiting for a feast to end so that we can get our belongings back from our loving partners. We've the rest of the evening in Hogsmeade to do whatever we like, and I'm sure that will be the best thing to ever happen. I've always wanted to spend Valentine's Day in Hogsmeade. Who wouldn't want to walk around among the fluttering hearts and cupids? If I have to eat with Turpin one more time I shall cut off my own oxygen supply with a neck tie. I don't intend on suffering through the feast with her and then spending the rest of my evening in the village with all of the hags and third years giggling. Not to mention the fact that I'm sure I'll have a pile of valentines to sort through. Holidays are so tedious.
Since Turpin is my official date today, I've sent Pansy flowers. At least I haven't got to suffer with the dinner partner she does. Millicent, on the other hand, is still recuperating from her unfortunate incident with Cheering Charms. I must say I do feel sorriest for Crabbe. Brown will likely spend all of the feast trying to steal the food off of his plate, and I know Crabbe will end up sulking the entire evening because of it.
At some point during the chaos yesterday, Granger took my wand from me. Evidently she thinks being a Prefect--not Head Girl, I might add--gives her the right to take our wands. Next she'll be trying to take over our lessons. I think I accidentally put an Inversion Charm on Bones's nose in my struggle to get it back. It was quite grotesque.
Professor Snape, if you happen to be reading this, can I speak to you before we go to Hogsmeade?
Comments:
| potions_master @ 2004-02-14 05:28 pm UTC Re: |
Of course, Malfoy. What about Love Your Neighbour Week, if I may be so bold?
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2004-02-14 05:38 pm UTC |
I'd really rather not discuss it in front of everyone, as they're prone to eavesdrop.
(parent)| potions_master @ 2004-02-14 05:46 pm UTC Re: |
Very well. But I am afraid you will have no choice but to ask me in front of Professor Black, as Dumbledore has shackled us together for the day. I am in the hospital wing.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2004-02-14 06:03 pm UTC |
Not now. I have to run an errand. Have you tried drowning?
(parent)| petitemillicent @ 2004-02-14 06:13 pm UTC Re: |
I will just cut off my air supply instead.
M. B.
