Thank You Headmaster
The socks are wonderful and the chocolate frog very yummy.
PRIVATE
As many of us have discussed among ourselves the headmaster is not himself.
Socks indeed.
It is very tense at Hogwarts, just at a time when we should all be relaxing.
For weeks now this machine has been sitting in my chambers taunting me. I know that I would feel better with an outlet for my fears but I have hesitated to put them down in words lest ministry officals, or (heavens forbid) HE should find a way to peruse our private journals.
I tried to talk with Sybill about what I was seeing in my castings of late, but she was not interested in a collaboration.
Professional jealousy? I'm not sure.
She begged off promising to get back to me, but what with exams and end of term....
Sybill is well meaning, but a bit nutty.
In truth I would not normally see her forms of divination as a serious discipline; all that tea-reading, crystal gazing, hysterical moaning visions sets me off and seems just a tad, well, base. Not at all the pure scholarship of Runes divination which requires not only exemplary translation skills but also a good base in arithmancy and a nice smattering of ancient magical history.
sigh
But at times like these one must make due.
Casting for those who have not made a formal request is not proper etiquette and can at times be considered dark magic to say the least. I can only say in my defense that what I am doing is only because of a love for Hogwarts and its inhabitants.
All of them.
I would sincerely hate to see harm befall anyone here.
That being said I really have no idea what I am reading.
It is bloody frustrating.
There is danger and confusion....but I cannot tell from where it is eminating. The paths that various individuals may choose overlap to a large extent with the fate of Hogwarts and all of its inhabinats.
My readings of the Headmaster, in particular, just make no sense.
Periodically I will feel that I have made a break through then I will perform a follow up with different results.
Bah! This will drive me mad.
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On a happier note I have made my escape from the castle as often as I can to spend time at the cottage. Conbec has now taken up permanent residence and seems quite happy to spend hours in the sunny garden chasing gnomes and sleeping
under the porch on the cool earth. He has taken up with a large tabby cat that belongs to one of my neighbors, a witch by the name of Etain Muse who assures me that he is a fine addition to the neighborhood.
My goodness!
I had completely forgotten about the owl father sent. He wanted to inform me that Andros Rhodocanakis, a dear family friend, had heard of my sad situation and wondered if a few weeks in Crete would help ease the pain of my most unfortunate marriage?...I'm sure that has put the cow who was once my mother out of sorts.
Now that I think about it, it just might. Warm ocean breezes, soft sand, dark Greek wizards.
I'll have to get back to him soon.
I wonder if I will be able to entice any of The Coven to come with me?
PRIVATE
As many of us have discussed among ourselves the headmaster is not himself.
Socks indeed.
It is very tense at Hogwarts, just at a time when we should all be relaxing.
For weeks now this machine has been sitting in my chambers taunting me. I know that I would feel better with an outlet for my fears but I have hesitated to put them down in words lest ministry officals, or (heavens forbid) HE should find a way to peruse our private journals.
I tried to talk with Sybill about what I was seeing in my castings of late, but she was not interested in a collaboration.
Professional jealousy? I'm not sure.
She begged off promising to get back to me, but what with exams and end of term....
Sybill is well meaning, but a bit nutty.
In truth I would not normally see her forms of divination as a serious discipline; all that tea-reading, crystal gazing, hysterical moaning visions sets me off and seems just a tad, well, base. Not at all the pure scholarship of Runes divination which requires not only exemplary translation skills but also a good base in arithmancy and a nice smattering of ancient magical history.
sigh
But at times like these one must make due.
Casting for those who have not made a formal request is not proper etiquette and can at times be considered dark magic to say the least. I can only say in my defense that what I am doing is only because of a love for Hogwarts and its inhabitants.
All of them.
I would sincerely hate to see harm befall anyone here.
That being said I really have no idea what I am reading.
It is bloody frustrating.
There is danger and confusion....but I cannot tell from where it is eminating. The paths that various individuals may choose overlap to a large extent with the fate of Hogwarts and all of its inhabinats.
My readings of the Headmaster, in particular, just make no sense.
Periodically I will feel that I have made a break through then I will perform a follow up with different results.
Bah! This will drive me mad.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On a happier note I have made my escape from the castle as often as I can to spend time at the cottage. Conbec has now taken up permanent residence and seems quite happy to spend hours in the sunny garden chasing gnomes and sleeping
under the porch on the cool earth. He has taken up with a large tabby cat that belongs to one of my neighbors, a witch by the name of Etain Muse who assures me that he is a fine addition to the neighborhood.
My goodness!
I had completely forgotten about the owl father sent. He wanted to inform me that Andros Rhodocanakis, a dear family friend, had heard of my sad situation and wondered if a few weeks in Crete would help ease the pain of my most unfortunate marriage?...I'm sure that has put the cow who was once my mother out of sorts.
Now that I think about it, it just might. Warm ocean breezes, soft sand, dark Greek wizards.
I'll have to get back to him soon.
I wonder if I will be able to entice any of The Coven to come with me?