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It has actually been quite nice with a non-responsive Potter in a deep sleep. Madame Pomfrey is adamantly convinced that I caused this some how. Every time I must go to have my eyes checked she can hardly restrain herself from demanding me to repeat what happened and what I saw all over again in great detail. It is not like I told Potter to fly into that sleeping hex. I just wanted to do a bit of flying and Potter of course had to destroy my plans by nearly getting himself killed once again.
Apparently, some Hufflepuff is the cause of all the bitter looks I have been receiving. I am not positive on the details but from what Professor Snape has expressed to me, it all started with this Hufflepuff who required a billywig's stinger to finish a potion for class. Of course, if anyone who has taken three days of potions would know that a billywig is easily accessible in the supply room next to Professor Snape’s office. Though, this was a Hufflepuff so a mindless error such as this is to be expected from time to time.
This Hufflepuff, in all it’s vast intelligence, decided to venture outside to search for a billywig. A billywig is rather difficult to catch in the wild since it is a tiny blue insect so I am quite surprised the Hufflepuff even found one. But he did and apparently took a great liking to it. Professor Snape informed me that the boy felt bad about stunning it and decided to put it to sleep instead. I don’t see why he would go through all the trouble since he would end up having to cut off it’s stinger to make the potion anyways but again, this was a Hufflepuff.
The boy chases this billywig up a tree near the pitch, goes to cast the sleeping spell, and of course misses hitting Potter. Evidentially the Hufflepuff was “startled” by a loud noise, which is why the spell was cast so strong and Potter is now basically dead to the world. I overheard one of Trelawney’s followers discussing how this event is a sign of disastrous things to come. I personally believe it is a sign that Potter should quit flying or just simply stop surviving all together. Whichever is reasonable to me. Really, I am not picky.
Although, between the glares and tuts of disapproval, Madame Pomfrey was able to inform me that my eyes are healing but I may have to wear glasses for extensive reading from now on. This, of course, is extremely unsatisfactory news. I plan on sending Mother a letter telling her to find a healer who will fix my eyes so I can avoid this problem as soon as possible. Promfrey refuses to understand how much of a dilemma it will be for me to have to wear glasses for reading and I will not stand for it any longer even if it has increased the number of sexual favours I have received from numerous people.
Apparently, some Hufflepuff is the cause of all the bitter looks I have been receiving. I am not positive on the details but from what Professor Snape has expressed to me, it all started with this Hufflepuff who required a billywig's stinger to finish a potion for class. Of course, if anyone who has taken three days of potions would know that a billywig is easily accessible in the supply room next to Professor Snape’s office. Though, this was a Hufflepuff so a mindless error such as this is to be expected from time to time.
This Hufflepuff, in all it’s vast intelligence, decided to venture outside to search for a billywig. A billywig is rather difficult to catch in the wild since it is a tiny blue insect so I am quite surprised the Hufflepuff even found one. But he did and apparently took a great liking to it. Professor Snape informed me that the boy felt bad about stunning it and decided to put it to sleep instead. I don’t see why he would go through all the trouble since he would end up having to cut off it’s stinger to make the potion anyways but again, this was a Hufflepuff.
The boy chases this billywig up a tree near the pitch, goes to cast the sleeping spell, and of course misses hitting Potter. Evidentially the Hufflepuff was “startled” by a loud noise, which is why the spell was cast so strong and Potter is now basically dead to the world. I overheard one of Trelawney’s followers discussing how this event is a sign of disastrous things to come. I personally believe it is a sign that Potter should quit flying or just simply stop surviving all together. Whichever is reasonable to me. Really, I am not picky.
Although, between the glares and tuts of disapproval, Madame Pomfrey was able to inform me that my eyes are healing but I may have to wear glasses for extensive reading from now on. This, of course, is extremely unsatisfactory news. I plan on sending Mother a letter telling her to find a healer who will fix my eyes so I can avoid this problem as soon as possible. Promfrey refuses to understand how much of a dilemma it will be for me to have to wear glasses for reading and I will not stand for it any longer even if it has increased the number of sexual favours I have received from numerous people.