An unexpected bright spot in an otherwise lackluster experience
I do believe that this term I shall have a weekday that I enjoy.
My Monday begins with Transfiguration. Head of Gryffindor though she is, Professor McGonagall seems to be as impartial as ever, and I feel that the likelihood of my receiving high marks on the Transfiguration O.W.L. at the end of this year is quite high, despite the astronomical amount of homework assigned to us after just the first day of class. Following Transfiguration I attend Ancient Runes, which may be my favourite class this year. Professor Thorin appears to have visited an island over the holiday, which may account for his red and peeling skin. Thankfully his skin condition has not visibly affected his teaching prowess, and it looks to be another fast-paced year in his class. Incidentally, it has been made clear to me that I shall be spending another term's worth of luncheons outside, by the lake, alone. The noise of the Great Hall is unbearable. It creeps into one's head and creates a hum that refuses to leave though one's best efforts are put into driving it away. It is likely that no one shall notice my absence.
Spellwriting follows Ancient Runes, which I feel will be another class more pleasant than not. Of course, the "not" would refer to Miss Donovan the Illiterate and Unimaginative, with whom I have regrettably been partnered this term. She is one of the few witches I must miserably admit I know who would consider crafting a spell called "the geting-rid-of red-spots charm", taken verbatim from her parchment this afternoon. I believe she wishes to spend the entire term creating new ways to attempt to make herself look like Miss Black the Elder But By No Means Aged. The scratchings from the margins of her parchment today:
Spells to Acomplish This Term:
- geting-rid-of red-spots charm
- under-chin-skin-reducing charm
- sharpering-profile esp. nose enchantment
- hair-yelowwing and curling charm
This class I am certain would be a very long one were it not for the fact that I will always be hurriedly finishing my Astronomy homework in class. It seems Professor Io has been speaking with Professor McGonagall and they are in rather staunch agreement on what a suitable workload for this term should be. Io natters on in class, expecting us to be responsible on the exams for every single syllable that exits his mouth, then assigns us research on a completely different subject. For instance, today he spoke on the gravitational pulls of the stars of the Equuleus constellation on one another, and then ordered us to return half a meter of parchment on Piscis Austrinius and its lateral movement across our sky during the early autumn. It is perhaps because of this man and his "teaching" habits that I do so poorly in a subject that really is not so difficult at all. The one heartening detail about this class is that I am seated far in the back. Even more welcome is the fact that this term our class is double with Gryffindor, and though this would be a point of consternation in most normal situations, Professor Io had the lapse in acumen to seat me next to Mister Black the Painted and Ornamented. (The spiked ring was a remarkable touch, sir.) Perhaps Astronomy shall not be so bad after all. If I am indeed going to do poorly this year, I might as well do so while keeping myself half amused.
My Monday begins with Transfiguration. Head of Gryffindor though she is, Professor McGonagall seems to be as impartial as ever, and I feel that the likelihood of my receiving high marks on the Transfiguration O.W.L. at the end of this year is quite high, despite the astronomical amount of homework assigned to us after just the first day of class. Following Transfiguration I attend Ancient Runes, which may be my favourite class this year. Professor Thorin appears to have visited an island over the holiday, which may account for his red and peeling skin. Thankfully his skin condition has not visibly affected his teaching prowess, and it looks to be another fast-paced year in his class. Incidentally, it has been made clear to me that I shall be spending another term's worth of luncheons outside, by the lake, alone. The noise of the Great Hall is unbearable. It creeps into one's head and creates a hum that refuses to leave though one's best efforts are put into driving it away. It is likely that no one shall notice my absence.
Spellwriting follows Ancient Runes, which I feel will be another class more pleasant than not. Of course, the "not" would refer to Miss Donovan the Illiterate and Unimaginative, with whom I have regrettably been partnered this term. She is one of the few witches I must miserably admit I know who would consider crafting a spell called "the geting-rid-of red-spots charm", taken verbatim from her parchment this afternoon. I believe she wishes to spend the entire term creating new ways to attempt to make herself look like Miss Black the Elder But By No Means Aged. The scratchings from the margins of her parchment today:
Spells to Acomplish This Term:
- geting-rid-of red-spots charm
- under-chin-skin-reducing charm
- sharpering-profile esp. nose enchantment
- hair-yelowwing and curling charm
This class I am certain would be a very long one were it not for the fact that I will always be hurriedly finishing my Astronomy homework in class. It seems Professor Io has been speaking with Professor McGonagall and they are in rather staunch agreement on what a suitable workload for this term should be. Io natters on in class, expecting us to be responsible on the exams for every single syllable that exits his mouth, then assigns us research on a completely different subject. For instance, today he spoke on the gravitational pulls of the stars of the Equuleus constellation on one another, and then ordered us to return half a meter of parchment on Piscis Austrinius and its lateral movement across our sky during the early autumn. It is perhaps because of this man and his "teaching" habits that I do so poorly in a subject that really is not so difficult at all. The one heartening detail about this class is that I am seated far in the back. Even more welcome is the fact that this term our class is double with Gryffindor, and though this would be a point of consternation in most normal situations, Professor Io had the lapse in acumen to seat me next to Mister Black the Painted and Ornamented. (The spiked ring was a remarkable touch, sir.) Perhaps Astronomy shall not be so bad after all. If I am indeed going to do poorly this year, I might as well do so while keeping myself half amused.