potions, partners and prefects
Potter really hasn't got much better over the past week, you'd think that working in close proximity with someone who actually knows one end of a cauldron from another would have a beneficial effect on his skills but apparently not. I have numerous holes in my robes from where he's been clumsy and sloshed something all over me, I don't even know how he manages to stay on a broomstick, he has the coordination of a dish cloth. I might join Millicent in wearing armour to potions, it has to be safer that way either that or I invite Potter to my remedial potions class for first years.
Mother wrote to me to ask which males were paying attention to me, I replied saying that I was sorry to disappoint but this term I'd been rather lacking in male attention but I would try harder; perhaps she would like me to streak across the Quidditch pitch or take to bathing in the Prefect's bathroom with a "please please please enter" sign on the door. Mother is worried I'll end up a weird old witch living in the attic with 48 cats, I don't see any imminent cause for alarm, besides I like cats. I'm sure I'll end up with a reprimand for my "impertinence" but it's worth it. Anyway, Mother doesn't do howlers, she says they're common.
Prefect meetings have been dull, Granger is so horribly efficient that it leaves very little for the rest of us to do. I seem to have all the graveyard shifts and my patrol route is miles away from Slytherin, it will take me 20 minutes just to reach the starting point. I can't think what Granger has against me so I'm assuming it's a house issue and nothing personal. You might ask why I'm not blaming Newton but I know for a fact Granger went over the preliminary rotas he did and changed them so I'm not just being prejudiced against Gryffindors.
There has to be a Hogsmeade weekend coming up soon, I'm dying to get out of the castle and I know there is a marzipan marshmallow melt in Honeydukes with my name on it, literally actually as I've reserved some. I think I deserve a treat and a bit of retail therapy - not that the shops in Hogsmeade compare to Rome, Paris or even London but I'm sure I can find something to indulge my consumerist nature. If anything I can always watch the Gryffindors attempt to buy Firewhisky, that is always worth a few laughs.
Mother wrote to me to ask which males were paying attention to me, I replied saying that I was sorry to disappoint but this term I'd been rather lacking in male attention but I would try harder; perhaps she would like me to streak across the Quidditch pitch or take to bathing in the Prefect's bathroom with a "please please please enter" sign on the door. Mother is worried I'll end up a weird old witch living in the attic with 48 cats, I don't see any imminent cause for alarm, besides I like cats. I'm sure I'll end up with a reprimand for my "impertinence" but it's worth it. Anyway, Mother doesn't do howlers, she says they're common.
Prefect meetings have been dull, Granger is so horribly efficient that it leaves very little for the rest of us to do. I seem to have all the graveyard shifts and my patrol route is miles away from Slytherin, it will take me 20 minutes just to reach the starting point. I can't think what Granger has against me so I'm assuming it's a house issue and nothing personal. You might ask why I'm not blaming Newton but I know for a fact Granger went over the preliminary rotas he did and changed them so I'm not just being prejudiced against Gryffindors.
There has to be a Hogsmeade weekend coming up soon, I'm dying to get out of the castle and I know there is a marzipan marshmallow melt in Honeydukes with my name on it, literally actually as I've reserved some. I think I deserve a treat and a bit of retail therapy - not that the shops in Hogsmeade compare to Rome, Paris or even London but I'm sure I can find something to indulge my consumerist nature. If anything I can always watch the Gryffindors attempt to buy Firewhisky, that is always worth a few laughs.