I appreciate that the professors want the seventh years to do as well as we possibly can on the exams-that-must-not-be-named, but it seems to me that the class of 1983 is more than ready for them if only we keep from being too distracted over the course of this year. Even the dimmest of our lot is cleverer than most, I'd have to say.
They expect we'll cram, so they press us to overwork. Personally I'd like to see us prove them wrong.
That's the last I'll say about it, though. Quidditch is a better topic. U-21 this summer was on many counts a fine preview of this season, I think, for all teams.
Two weeks until we win against Hufflepuff.
Hogsmeade today, I'm out to enjoy the village myself. Cheers.
Head Boy. Revision. Eberhilde. Maya. Nonsense.
I don't even have the energy to__
It is a relief to have Maya, here and now, when we don't have to think about what comes next.
She writes every week. As does Maman. We're discussing my future, what matters most, et cetera.
I think I may miss Britain.