If It's Not One Thing, It's a Thousand
Day: Thursday
Date: 08 February, 2001
Time: during the first half of double lessons with the 5th years
Location: Hogwarts
Severus,
I think I have discovered the true purpose of written exams -- time for the professor to bore the man he's dating with the worries of his mind while the students worry over the answers they're writing.
How ionic is it that the Ministry sent me an invitation to some blasted new gala on the day of the full moon, when tonight brings evidence for the reason there's damned collar around my neck? What is this society's obsession with fancy dress parties for all the wrong reasons? Come let us put you on display like a prize pig, then we'll strip you of every human right until the next time we want to dust you off and trot you about for our amusement.
From the tone of it, I presume you received one as well? Tell me you find it all as tiresome as I do. Lie if you must.
As if that wasn't enough, my classes are all worked up once more, fearful whispers passing along with copies of this morning's Prophet. I always thought it was because we were students during the first war that more copies of the Prophet were passed in class than love notes. But, I see the same thing now and I have to wonder if the old cliches were ever really true. Any thoughts as to who might have orchestrated the attack? I'm sure I trust your hunches more than whatever theories the Ministry might arrive at.
I've told at least two others this same thing over the last week, but the more I say it, the more true it seems to become -- we're celebrating the end of a war that hasn't truly ended, only switched battlefields.
Remus
Date: 08 February, 2001
Time: during the first half of double lessons with the 5th years
Location: Hogwarts
Severus,
I think I have discovered the true purpose of written exams -- time for the professor to bore the man he's dating with the worries of his mind while the students worry over the answers they're writing.
How ionic is it that the Ministry sent me an invitation to some blasted new gala on the day of the full moon, when tonight brings evidence for the reason there's damned collar around my neck? What is this society's obsession with fancy dress parties for all the wrong reasons? Come let us put you on display like a prize pig, then we'll strip you of every human right until the next time we want to dust you off and trot you about for our amusement.
From the tone of it, I presume you received one as well? Tell me you find it all as tiresome as I do. Lie if you must.
As if that wasn't enough, my classes are all worked up once more, fearful whispers passing along with copies of this morning's Prophet. I always thought it was because we were students during the first war that more copies of the Prophet were passed in class than love notes. But, I see the same thing now and I have to wonder if the old cliches were ever really true. Any thoughts as to who might have orchestrated the attack? I'm sure I trust your hunches more than whatever theories the Ministry might arrive at.
I've told at least two others this same thing over the last week, but the more I say it, the more true it seems to become -- we're celebrating the end of a war that hasn't truly ended, only switched battlefields.
Remus