turpinol @ 2004-04-24 01:29:00

Current mood:	sleepy
Current music:	Broomhandle Confessional - Weights and Wizards

A trophy display of hexes.
This week has been . . . strange, to say the least.

My Easter was okay. Jayna came home too, and we went to Hay-on-Wye with our parents. We haven't gone as an entire family since we lived in Hereford when I was smaller, or at least I can't remember doing it. It's usually just Dad and me. I bought a copy of The Sword of Mild Indignance in Welsh. My Welsh is very poor and I would like to improve it, so fiction seems a good way to go with that. I think my interest in fantasy novels is becoming an obsession.

It's Hogsmeade weekend, so I think I might go into the village and visit Gladrags. I realise that I am the only person who enjoys the Gladrags advert. It's a cross I have to bear alone.

There have been a lot of new rules instilled since we've come back, as I'm sure everyone knows. It's somewhat frightening being one of a handful of students allowed out after dark. The professors usually hang about in the corridors when I'm on my rounds, but still, it doesn't seem proper to feel creeped out at seven or eight in the evening. The corridors seem odd that empty. It must have been like this in my third year, but since I wasn't a prefect or head girl at the time, I didn't find it so creepy. I'm almost surprised that this Hogsmeade weekend wasn't cancelled, but then, life does continue eventually.

I just returned from my rounds this evening, actually. The Grey Lady kept me company, if you could call it that, and we had a long, awkward conversation. She asked if I'd made my skirt myself, and when I told her that I had she began telling me about how her husband had an affair with her seamstress. Nearly-Headless Nick came along and they reminisced about Hogwarts in the forties, and I felt very out of place. It's very strange when the corridors are filled only with yourself and the ghosts.

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