Winter, Blah.
Valentines came...
and went.
I attended Mrs. Malfoy's recent soirée with Lisa. She thought it would be fun and Hannah thought it would be good for me to get out of the castle. I didn't expect such a turnout and did my best to keep out of the way. I'm not quite sure why I went really. I am rather glad that I wasn't mentioned in the Daily Prophet's article. I'm not too sure what would Mum and Dad would think about it, and given the trouble I've been in lately, safe is better than sorry.
I've been sorry about quite a few things recently. I'm sorry that someone got hurt. I'm sorry that Terry is still in the infirmary. I'm sorry the hex backfired. I didn't realize that comments made before casting of the charm would cause such odd ramifications. I will do my best not to mention phrases like "bug-eyed", "shut your snout!", "buzz off!" or animals such as a horse, pig or dog around him for quite a while. Or Madame Pomfrey either for that matter. I think I shall avoid the hospital wing all together if at all possible for the rest of the year. I'm sorry that I've spent the duration of Terry's stay in the hospital wing reading the lecture notes, homework and even some of his post to him. I drew the line at Existentialism for Dummies, Foraging for Focus and Indentured Enlightenment: Your Inner-House Elf and You as I'm sure he'll be more than capable of catching up on those when he's out of hospital.
Speaking of the hospital wing, I need to find Seamus before I head over there with tonight's homework. I need to have a little chat with him concerning a certain matter. Some of us spent part of the holiday confined in a dreary castle with certain company because we haven't got a lovely boyfriend who takes us to football matches. Perhaps Hannah will help me find him.
and went.
I attended Mrs. Malfoy's recent soirée with Lisa. She thought it would be fun and Hannah thought it would be good for me to get out of the castle. I didn't expect such a turnout and did my best to keep out of the way. I'm not quite sure why I went really. I am rather glad that I wasn't mentioned in the Daily Prophet's article. I'm not too sure what would Mum and Dad would think about it, and given the trouble I've been in lately, safe is better than sorry.
I've been sorry about quite a few things recently. I'm sorry that someone got hurt. I'm sorry that Terry is still in the infirmary. I'm sorry the hex backfired. I didn't realize that comments made before casting of the charm would cause such odd ramifications. I will do my best not to mention phrases like "bug-eyed", "shut your snout!", "buzz off!" or animals such as a horse, pig or dog around him for quite a while. Or Madame Pomfrey either for that matter. I think I shall avoid the hospital wing all together if at all possible for the rest of the year. I'm sorry that I've spent the duration of Terry's stay in the hospital wing reading the lecture notes, homework and even some of his post to him. I drew the line at Existentialism for Dummies, Foraging for Focus and Indentured Enlightenment: Your Inner-House Elf and You as I'm sure he'll be more than capable of catching up on those when he's out of hospital.
Speaking of the hospital wing, I need to find Seamus before I head over there with tonight's homework. I need to have a little chat with him concerning a certain matter. Some of us spent part of the holiday confined in a dreary castle with certain company because we haven't got a lovely boyfriend who takes us to football matches. Perhaps Hannah will help me find him.