work work work.
augh, so many assignments, i can't keep up! i love deadlines, especially the swooshing sounds they make as they fly by. at least we haven't had any potions or sex-ed or DADA to do lately, as professors Snape and Lupin (or Snoopy and Loopy, as some of my classmates have been referring to them lately) are too busy doing whatever newlyweds do to even come to class half the time. the last potions essay i received back had "squshable schnoogly loveliness!" in the grade email. i don't even know what that means! i'm honestly worried that i will horribly muck up some potion (if we ever have class again) and Snape will be too distracted to even notice, and something horrible will happen! i mean more horrid than the usual melting my own cauldron bit, of course. does getting married affect your brain? i believe i shall never get married.
so Harry Potter was the dark lord eh? how did only the real dark lord see that coming, i wonder? good game, Theo.
I need to go out the greenhouse and check up on a few things. Luna, if you read this, you should find me and join me. Professor Sprout has given me permission to put calming draughts and fertilizer on your large plant friend, i thought you might like to see it again.
so Harry Potter was the dark lord eh? how did only the real dark lord see that coming, i wonder? good game, Theo.
I need to go out the greenhouse and check up on a few things. Luna, if you read this, you should find me and join me. Professor Sprout has given me permission to put calming draughts and fertilizer on your large plant friend, i thought you might like to see it again.