History Club Tomorrow
Let me know today if you're coming to History Club tomorrow. Belinda and Morag want to have cake for Corner's birthday, so we need to know how much to get from the house-elves. I don't know if he'll be able to eat, though, with all the magic charms he's got on his wrists it's hard for him to lift his fork!
Mum wrote this morning. She says that she and Dad might bring me and Parvati to the St Mungo's benefit, if our marks are good this term!
Well, I know mine will be, but Parvati, we'd better look over your essay for Charms together before you hand it in. And your Transfiguration work, too, now that Professor Carrow's back in the classroom. Professor Lockhart was ever so nice, but I do think some people might be a little rusty after a couple weeks of not doing much in the way of practical spellwork.
Did anyone else see that flying lessons were cancelled this week? For the firsties, I mean. There was a notice up on the board in our Common Room. I wonder if Madam Hooch is ill? That'd be too bad.
So many people are feeling poorly this term, it seems like. Brocklehurst has been in the hospital wing for a couple of days, which is just as well because nobody could sleep easy with her sicking up overnight and moaning and all. And I heard Thompson tell Electra Bobolis that Rubens has been sniffling for days and Lovegood woke them all up a few times last week, sleepwalking. I suppose that's not really the same as being ill; it's much odder.
Mum wrote this morning. She says that she and Dad might bring me and Parvati to the St Mungo's benefit, if our marks are good this term!
Well, I know mine will be, but Parvati, we'd better look over your essay for Charms together before you hand it in. And your Transfiguration work, too, now that Professor Carrow's back in the classroom. Professor Lockhart was ever so nice, but I do think some people might be a little rusty after a couple weeks of not doing much in the way of practical spellwork.
Did anyone else see that flying lessons were cancelled this week? For the firsties, I mean. There was a notice up on the board in our Common Room. I wonder if Madam Hooch is ill? That'd be too bad.
So many people are feeling poorly this term, it seems like. Brocklehurst has been in the hospital wing for a couple of days, which is just as well because nobody could sleep easy with her sicking up overnight and moaning and all. And I heard Thompson tell Electra Bobolis that Rubens has been sniffling for days and Lovegood woke them all up a few times last week, sleepwalking. I suppose that's not really the same as being ill; it's much odder.