An eventful day, yes?
Well, then, good evening, Hogwarts.
As today is the 16th of the 3rd week of the 8th month in the arithmantic year, the signs are right for a distribution of final assessments for each of my students over your first 8 weeks of Arithmancy study. I will be giving out full remarks in each of your classes; however, I have been observing with great pleasure the advanced progression of three of my best students, and therefore I wish to publicly acknowledge, and give 25 points each to houses Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw for the stellar accomplishments of missgranger, potterstinks, and legit_regit. Though, Mr. Malfoy, I really do wish you would consider changing your journal name to something a little less odious, as it always fills me with a terrible sense of dismay to type out such a derogatory and erroneous falsehood about one of our best students.
Which reminds me, I owe a public 'thank you' to Mr. Potter, whom I yesterday espied polishing his glasses as he gazed out the window in such a contemplative way that I was instantly recalled to memory of Arturo, my great Italian flame, who used to sit on the Palazzo of the Rio de Fiamme drinking from a glass of armagnac and sighing, "Ah, mia ragazza, life, she is always leaving us behind," before launching into a discussion of his last great flame, which, depending on how drunk he was, was always a woman with flaming red hair named Maria, or a man with flaming red thighs named Paolo. While I doubt whether Mr. Potter has experienced any sort of flame at his age, I did observe that his cheeks were flushed as he stared disconsolately outside, and therefore I must conclude that the subject of his reflection was one engaging enough to require a sense of loss upon my approaching him and asking him to help me locate my broach, the clasp of which had lately come undone. This he did with such a sterling amount of grace that the pin was recovered quite speedily, and thanks to him, the rubies given to me by my darling Russian pen pal, Dmitri, are safely back in their rightful spot on my jewelry stand. Therefore, please take 15 points to Gryffindor, for your courtesy, and another 5 for holding the door open for me as I entered the Great Hall. It is so good to know that chivalry is not dead.
Other things I have observed of late in my daily routines about the castle: Monday, Miss Brown and Miss Patil went out of their way to show inter-house hospitality to Miss Bones and Miss Abbott by giving them both the most charming shade of Manticore Orange fingernails. 5 points to each of them for their generosity. Methinks I spied the rambunctious Mr. Finnigan gazing into the equally lovelorn eyes of his friend and companion during breakfast yesterday; 5 points apiece to Gryffindor for daring to speak the love that dare not speak its name. Miss Weasley asked the most interesting question in her beginning Arithmancy class on Wednesday that engaged the class in a quarter hour discussion about whether the meanings of numerical insights into one's lifescope change if you happen to be a twin; she deserves a full 10 points for her most insightful thinking. Others, too, have been proving themselves to be scholars-in-the-making, so I am told. 10 points to Gryffindor for agreeing to tutor Dennis Creevey in Herbology, Mr. Longbottom. Do try not to squeak quite as much as you did when attempting to explain arithmantric algorithms to my class.
And finally, 15 points to Natalie MacDonald for staying behind in today's third-year class to help me sort quizzes. At first I feared Miss MacDonald might have risked tardiness for a Gryffindor Quidditch practise, but, apparently, disgracing Quidditch rather than merely practising it was the order of the day. Tied 0-0. Really. What kind of players are you? Today was a Universal 8--I expected you all to do your best, and your teams to at least score. Obviously, my task as a bestower of numerical enlightenment remains, sadly, as daunting as ever.
As today is the 16th of the 3rd week of the 8th month in the arithmantic year, the signs are right for a distribution of final assessments for each of my students over your first 8 weeks of Arithmancy study. I will be giving out full remarks in each of your classes; however, I have been observing with great pleasure the advanced progression of three of my best students, and therefore I wish to publicly acknowledge, and give 25 points each to houses Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw for the stellar accomplishments of missgranger, potterstinks, and legit_regit. Though, Mr. Malfoy, I really do wish you would consider changing your journal name to something a little less odious, as it always fills me with a terrible sense of dismay to type out such a derogatory and erroneous falsehood about one of our best students.
Which reminds me, I owe a public 'thank you' to Mr. Potter, whom I yesterday espied polishing his glasses as he gazed out the window in such a contemplative way that I was instantly recalled to memory of Arturo, my great Italian flame, who used to sit on the Palazzo of the Rio de Fiamme drinking from a glass of armagnac and sighing, "Ah, mia ragazza, life, she is always leaving us behind," before launching into a discussion of his last great flame, which, depending on how drunk he was, was always a woman with flaming red hair named Maria, or a man with flaming red thighs named Paolo. While I doubt whether Mr. Potter has experienced any sort of flame at his age, I did observe that his cheeks were flushed as he stared disconsolately outside, and therefore I must conclude that the subject of his reflection was one engaging enough to require a sense of loss upon my approaching him and asking him to help me locate my broach, the clasp of which had lately come undone. This he did with such a sterling amount of grace that the pin was recovered quite speedily, and thanks to him, the rubies given to me by my darling Russian pen pal, Dmitri, are safely back in their rightful spot on my jewelry stand. Therefore, please take 15 points to Gryffindor, for your courtesy, and another 5 for holding the door open for me as I entered the Great Hall. It is so good to know that chivalry is not dead.
Other things I have observed of late in my daily routines about the castle: Monday, Miss Brown and Miss Patil went out of their way to show inter-house hospitality to Miss Bones and Miss Abbott by giving them both the most charming shade of Manticore Orange fingernails. 5 points to each of them for their generosity. Methinks I spied the rambunctious Mr. Finnigan gazing into the equally lovelorn eyes of his friend and companion during breakfast yesterday; 5 points apiece to Gryffindor for daring to speak the love that dare not speak its name. Miss Weasley asked the most interesting question in her beginning Arithmancy class on Wednesday that engaged the class in a quarter hour discussion about whether the meanings of numerical insights into one's lifescope change if you happen to be a twin; she deserves a full 10 points for her most insightful thinking. Others, too, have been proving themselves to be scholars-in-the-making, so I am told. 10 points to Gryffindor for agreeing to tutor Dennis Creevey in Herbology, Mr. Longbottom. Do try not to squeak quite as much as you did when attempting to explain arithmantric algorithms to my class.
And finally, 15 points to Natalie MacDonald for staying behind in today's third-year class to help me sort quizzes. At first I feared Miss MacDonald might have risked tardiness for a Gryffindor Quidditch practise, but, apparently, disgracing Quidditch rather than merely practising it was the order of the day. Tied 0-0. Really. What kind of players are you? Today was a Universal 8--I expected you all to do your best, and your teams to at least score. Obviously, my task as a bestower of numerical enlightenment remains, sadly, as daunting as ever.