A Charmed Life
My, it's windy out today, isn't it? March has officially arrived like a lion. Let's hope it doesn't eat the lamb.
Class today was rather enjoyable. We studied the kraken, the Scandinavian sea-monster, and since nobody has ever seen it (except for the famous wizard explorer Balbo the Inarticulate, whose reports were unintelligible and who came to an untimely end by way of a misguided grackle) I had the children create images of what they suspected the kraken looked like. The results were amusing - from endless serpents to winged fish with teeth like knives. There are some very imaginative students here at Hogwarts.
Let's hope that the imagination continues when they write seven inches of parchment to accompany their illustrations.
Life progresses, as always. And life ends. Owl-post reveals to me this morning that my grandmother, the Matriarch of the Lupin Estate, has passed on. She was the woman who raised me, when my parents could not, and shielded me from the whispers and gossip of the rest of the family for as long as she could. Unfortunately, when I became old enough to understand the names and accusations flung my way, I bid her fond farewell and fled south. A life of solitude is far more preferable to one of shame. And, for the most part, I've not had too bad a time of it, save for the regret of leaving Grandmum behind.
I am ashamed that the last time I saw her I only stayed around long enough for a bite of dinner and a bit of Christmas bread. Bugger all.
I'll be needing to go to Edinburgh to attend the wake and burial on Thursday. Is anyone available to take up the lessons for the day? I would be most grateful, to the tune of a bottle of Shoggoth's Old Peculiar (just a hair more potent than the firewhiskey, I reckon). I shall return on Friday, when your kraken essays are due, and we will go over them in class.
Oh, that will be Sirius at the door, looking for tea. Cheers.
Class today was rather enjoyable. We studied the kraken, the Scandinavian sea-monster, and since nobody has ever seen it (except for the famous wizard explorer Balbo the Inarticulate, whose reports were unintelligible and who came to an untimely end by way of a misguided grackle) I had the children create images of what they suspected the kraken looked like. The results were amusing - from endless serpents to winged fish with teeth like knives. There are some very imaginative students here at Hogwarts.
Let's hope that the imagination continues when they write seven inches of parchment to accompany their illustrations.
Life progresses, as always. And life ends. Owl-post reveals to me this morning that my grandmother, the Matriarch of the Lupin Estate, has passed on. She was the woman who raised me, when my parents could not, and shielded me from the whispers and gossip of the rest of the family for as long as she could. Unfortunately, when I became old enough to understand the names and accusations flung my way, I bid her fond farewell and fled south. A life of solitude is far more preferable to one of shame. And, for the most part, I've not had too bad a time of it, save for the regret of leaving Grandmum behind.
I am ashamed that the last time I saw her I only stayed around long enough for a bite of dinner and a bit of Christmas bread. Bugger all.
I'll be needing to go to Edinburgh to attend the wake and burial on Thursday. Is anyone available to take up the lessons for the day? I would be most grateful, to the tune of a bottle of Shoggoth's Old Peculiar (just a hair more potent than the firewhiskey, I reckon). I shall return on Friday, when your kraken essays are due, and we will go over them in class.
Oh, that will be Sirius at the door, looking for tea. Cheers.