Like rabbits
Spring must be in the air, February or not! I cannot believe how much lovey-doveying has been going on of late. The whole blasted faculty is acting like a gaggle of teenagers. The reckoning, as near as I can make it, goes something like this:
1. Remus and Severus are, as I long suspected, shacking up.
2. Remus and Lucius are, in all likelihood, shacking up.
3. Estelle is busily quashing a heartfelt longing for Remus.
4. Severus has gone nauseatingly squidgy for Estelle.
5. Estelle continues to rebuff Gilderoy's puppyish advances.
6. Freedman is, for once, nowhere on the romantic radar.
It's a fortunate thing Poppy has her novels and I have the parlor, because it certainly looks like we're the only two members of this staff who aren't shagging someone absolutely blind. It's becoming quite difficult to get any actual work done around here. One can hardly have an early morning practice without hearing suspicious noises from the faculty quarters, and don't think the students can't tell exactly what's going on. They can. And don't get me started on the grotesque unprofessionalism of 'footsie' under the staff table at meals.
...why do I suspect this has something to do with that very suspicious coffee a while back?
1. Remus and Severus are, as I long suspected, shacking up.
2. Remus and Lucius are, in all likelihood, shacking up.
3. Estelle is busily quashing a heartfelt longing for Remus.
4. Severus has gone nauseatingly squidgy for Estelle.
5. Estelle continues to rebuff Gilderoy's puppyish advances.
6. Freedman is, for once, nowhere on the romantic radar.
It's a fortunate thing Poppy has her novels and I have the parlor, because it certainly looks like we're the only two members of this staff who aren't shagging someone absolutely blind. It's becoming quite difficult to get any actual work done around here. One can hardly have an early morning practice without hearing suspicious noises from the faculty quarters, and don't think the students can't tell exactly what's going on. They can. And don't get me started on the grotesque unprofessionalism of 'footsie' under the staff table at meals.
...why do I suspect this has something to do with that very suspicious coffee a while back?