Happy Hallowe'en
He sleeps...
Can you believe its been two whole months since school began again for those students and Ernie and I have only now been able to spend a proper night together? Sure there's been snogs in places, tucked away hard shags limited by schedules. There was that bit of a crack up on the 10th when we fought over... Merlin. I don't even remember what it was about. Oh yeah I remember. Ernie wanted to borrow my notes from Potions since his were confiscated by the Inquisitors. Not that they could have read said notes. I'm pretty sure half of Slytherin House is only functionally literate. They probably made paper airplanes out of them...
... Or whatever the Pureblood equivalent might be. Swans probably. No, thats giving them a shot at grace. Vultures. We'll say vultures.
It wasn't the fact that he borrowed my notes. Its that he returned them in his unique ability to order them. And I still don't want to know why they were sticky.
Anyhow, he's lying next to me. I locked the door and put up several anti-intrusion charms. I even imprinted the mental notion to whoever grips the doorknob that if they open it, they might encounter an irate three-headed dog.
I missed the Hogwarts party, of course. I had to work. I was up near Inverness all week on a special assignment. But I apparated back, and nearly splinched on my stop in the Black Cuilin. There's a strange oval-shape hole in my cloak that I can only guess was that. Thank Merlin it wasn't my foot or something. I guess its the days like this that I second guess my decision. I'm completely disconnected from my mates on the important days and whatnot. This must be what it feels like to be a remedial student and be held back, only in reverse. I'm the overachiever. That's nothing new. But now I feel like I've missed a lot.
I got a letter from Mum. She's finally back to work at the Ministry. They think they'll be off assistance within the next couple of months. Mum's making noises already of trying to get me to get myself a permanent place in their new home down in Dover. I ask you, Dover? Sure the cliffs are nice but why there? Devon and Cornwall have everything a bloke would need. Nice sulky yews, some craggly moors and stately tors. Nice and changeful weather, lots of rain. Dover... yech.
I've been keeping up on the Wizengamot's trials. There's rumors they'll kiss some of the worst most unreformable types. I hate them all, but somehow that seems a bit of a cop out. I know... a few months ago I would have said Kiss them all! Well now, just Kiss the worst.
Well... best get some sleep myself. Have to wake up early and make sure Ernie gets back to the castle on time.
Can you believe its been two whole months since school began again for those students and Ernie and I have only now been able to spend a proper night together? Sure there's been snogs in places, tucked away hard shags limited by schedules. There was that bit of a crack up on the 10th when we fought over... Merlin. I don't even remember what it was about. Oh yeah I remember. Ernie wanted to borrow my notes from Potions since his were confiscated by the Inquisitors. Not that they could have read said notes. I'm pretty sure half of Slytherin House is only functionally literate. They probably made paper airplanes out of them...
... Or whatever the Pureblood equivalent might be. Swans probably. No, thats giving them a shot at grace. Vultures. We'll say vultures.
It wasn't the fact that he borrowed my notes. Its that he returned them in his unique ability to order them. And I still don't want to know why they were sticky.
Anyhow, he's lying next to me. I locked the door and put up several anti-intrusion charms. I even imprinted the mental notion to whoever grips the doorknob that if they open it, they might encounter an irate three-headed dog.
I missed the Hogwarts party, of course. I had to work. I was up near Inverness all week on a special assignment. But I apparated back, and nearly splinched on my stop in the Black Cuilin. There's a strange oval-shape hole in my cloak that I can only guess was that. Thank Merlin it wasn't my foot or something. I guess its the days like this that I second guess my decision. I'm completely disconnected from my mates on the important days and whatnot. This must be what it feels like to be a remedial student and be held back, only in reverse. I'm the overachiever. That's nothing new. But now I feel like I've missed a lot.
I got a letter from Mum. She's finally back to work at the Ministry. They think they'll be off assistance within the next couple of months. Mum's making noises already of trying to get me to get myself a permanent place in their new home down in Dover. I ask you, Dover? Sure the cliffs are nice but why there? Devon and Cornwall have everything a bloke would need. Nice sulky yews, some craggly moors and stately tors. Nice and changeful weather, lots of rain. Dover... yech.
I've been keeping up on the Wizengamot's trials. There's rumors they'll kiss some of the worst most unreformable types. I hate them all, but somehow that seems a bit of a cop out. I know... a few months ago I would have said Kiss them all! Well now, just Kiss the worst.
Well... best get some sleep myself. Have to wake up early and make sure Ernie gets back to the castle on time.