May 6th, 1983 -- as Colbert Cornfoot
Ahhh, May. What a wonderful month. And it's still early, so I haven't heard yet of many people starting their end of year parade to the hospital wing for Calming Draughts.
Though there was a group of first-years that got caught on not one, not two, but three changing staircases that might start trying to find an alternate way to classes because I have never seen that happen so quickly in all my hardy years at this school. I also had a rather rousing conversation with Nearly Headless Nick this evening. Not bad for rounds, considering at this stage I'm usually just at people to not hex each other in the corridors or to mind that they don't miss being in their common rooms by curfew (hey, I did my job. Not my fault if they disregard my advice).
I was supposed to head to the library but I don't know. I'm not really feeling the library this evening.
I have some post to reply to (that pile of unanswered letters under my bed from my mother is starting to spill over), so perhaps I should do that. All the letters are the same, though, which is sort of annoying: what am I going to do after Hogwarts? As I told my parents at Easter, I applied to everything! I have no idea what I want to do, really, and nothing (yet) has struck me as THE thing I simply HAVE to spend the rest of my life doing, so we'll see what happens. Being the youngest of six is working in my favour at this point since my brothers and Liv have already accomplished just about everything there is do do in the world (including giving Mum and Dad two grandkids to spoil). I have absolutely no pressure on me and it sort of feels great.
Scratch that previous thought of not heading to the library. I've already written a lot so I am in suddenly no mood to write any more. I can handle reading for a little bit. Or maybe I'll just stay here and sleep.
Though there was a group of first-years that got caught on not one, not two, but three changing staircases that might start trying to find an alternate way to classes because I have never seen that happen so quickly in all my hardy years at this school. I also had a rather rousing conversation with Nearly Headless Nick this evening. Not bad for rounds, considering at this stage I'm usually just at people to not hex each other in the corridors or to mind that they don't miss being in their common rooms by curfew (hey, I did my job. Not my fault if they disregard my advice).
I was supposed to head to the library but I don't know. I'm not really feeling the library this evening.
I have some post to reply to (that pile of unanswered letters under my bed from my mother is starting to spill over), so perhaps I should do that. All the letters are the same, though, which is sort of annoying: what am I going to do after Hogwarts? As I told my parents at Easter, I applied to everything! I have no idea what I want to do, really, and nothing (yet) has struck me as THE thing I simply HAVE to spend the rest of my life doing, so we'll see what happens. Being the youngest of six is working in my favour at this point since my brothers and Liv have already accomplished just about everything there is do do in the world (including giving Mum and Dad two grandkids to spoil). I have absolutely no pressure on me and it sort of feels great.
Scratch that previous thought of not heading to the library. I've already written a lot so I am in suddenly no mood to write any more. I can handle reading for a little bit. Or maybe I'll just stay here and sleep.