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I'd forgotten about updating this journal.
Not that I have much to say, at the moment. I didn't want to go to the Malfoy gathering on Saturday, but I did it for Charlie, in the end. He didn't want to stay cooped up in the castle all weekend, especially Hallowe'en, and I suppose I can't say that I blame him. I just haven't felt much like celebrating, as of late.
Nevertheless we went, him as Schmendrick the Magician and I as the Crow. As I'm sure you've all learned in Defence Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, and Muggle Studies, Schmendrick was a would-be wizard involved in the Unicorn Uprising of the 14th Century, while the Crow is a Muggle mutation of ancient history: when someone dies, a crow escorts their soul to the Land of the Dead. Or, on occasion, brings them back to right any wrong they may have left behind.
Charlie suggested it, actually, because in his words, "The Crow is bloody hot."
So, we went to the Gala, and I suppose it was lovely as Galas go. I'm just not one for large social gatherings of people, I'm afraid. In the end Charlie and I went for a walk out in the garden and avoided most of the party guests.
Most, but unfortunately, not all.
Unfortunately, some people seem to think that they are still fifteen years old, and given to immature brawling in public places. A sorry way for a professor to behave, honestly. Appalled, Charlie and I left shortly after the incident with the dragon, valiantly handled by my companion, and retired to my rooms for a quiet evening.
Sadly, the evening did not stay quiet for long, but that is not anyone's business but our own, and that is all I have to say on the subject.
I am off now, to prepare quizzes for all years for the coming week.
I suggest that everyone study.
Hard.
Not that I have much to say, at the moment. I didn't want to go to the Malfoy gathering on Saturday, but I did it for Charlie, in the end. He didn't want to stay cooped up in the castle all weekend, especially Hallowe'en, and I suppose I can't say that I blame him. I just haven't felt much like celebrating, as of late.
Nevertheless we went, him as Schmendrick the Magician and I as the Crow. As I'm sure you've all learned in Defence Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, and Muggle Studies, Schmendrick was a would-be wizard involved in the Unicorn Uprising of the 14th Century, while the Crow is a Muggle mutation of ancient history: when someone dies, a crow escorts their soul to the Land of the Dead. Or, on occasion, brings them back to right any wrong they may have left behind.
Charlie suggested it, actually, because in his words, "The Crow is bloody hot."
So, we went to the Gala, and I suppose it was lovely as Galas go. I'm just not one for large social gatherings of people, I'm afraid. In the end Charlie and I went for a walk out in the garden and avoided most of the party guests.
Most, but unfortunately, not all.
Unfortunately, some people seem to think that they are still fifteen years old, and given to immature brawling in public places. A sorry way for a professor to behave, honestly. Appalled, Charlie and I left shortly after the incident with the dragon, valiantly handled by my companion, and retired to my rooms for a quiet evening.
Sadly, the evening did not stay quiet for long, but that is not anyone's business but our own, and that is all I have to say on the subject.
I am off now, to prepare quizzes for all years for the coming week.
I suggest that everyone study.
Hard.