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My hair has Not regained its former length and lustre. I considered asking Mr Lockhart to brew a hair growth potion for me (Would that I had understood the Importance of Potions before I declined to continue the class!) but ultimately decided that a blow to my Vanity should only be accepted as an act of Fate.
Do not imagine that my elevated state of mind means I shall ever forgive or forget this, Mr Potter, Mr Potter’s Partners in Crime.
The surreal experience of returning to Hogwarts from my idyllic Home was, I believe, exasperated by the mere Fact of this year’s appointment to Head Boy. Only in Hogwarts, where the impossible is Commonplace, would such a decision be made. Luckily for me, I have long since given up trying to the least bit comprehend the Headmaster, else I’m sure I would have quite the Headache right now.
To my fellow classmates: Your show of abhorrence Heartens me. Let us not All descend into petty debaucheries, now that we are back and approaching the End of our Hogwarts careers.
To my fellow housemates: I intend to devote myself wholly to NEWTs this year. Lest you worry, be assured that I shan’t impose observance of my regimen upon the entire Common Room - yet. Nor will I permit Mayhem (the very idea!). Quiet hours will continue as they have from last year, and the year before that. I also Humbly Request that all and sundry airborne substances Not be indulged in in public areas. Some of the younger students may be Asthmatic. Sibyll, that means You.
Speaking of Certain Housemates, I could not Help but peruse the journal during my holiday, and having noticed certain Behaviours that exhibit a weakness of Character… It is Unfortunate, I only remark, that over Honesty, Prevarication and Reticence should prevail, and beyond such observances it is not my place to say…
Do not imagine that my elevated state of mind means I shall ever forgive or forget this, Mr Potter, Mr Potter’s Partners in Crime.
The surreal experience of returning to Hogwarts from my idyllic Home was, I believe, exasperated by the mere Fact of this year’s appointment to Head Boy. Only in Hogwarts, where the impossible is Commonplace, would such a decision be made. Luckily for me, I have long since given up trying to the least bit comprehend the Headmaster, else I’m sure I would have quite the Headache right now.
To my fellow classmates: Your show of abhorrence Heartens me. Let us not All descend into petty debaucheries, now that we are back and approaching the End of our Hogwarts careers.
To my fellow housemates: I intend to devote myself wholly to NEWTs this year. Lest you worry, be assured that I shan’t impose observance of my regimen upon the entire Common Room - yet. Nor will I permit Mayhem (the very idea!). Quiet hours will continue as they have from last year, and the year before that. I also Humbly Request that all and sundry airborne substances Not be indulged in in public areas. Some of the younger students may be Asthmatic. Sibyll, that means You.
Speaking of Certain Housemates, I could not Help but peruse the journal during my holiday, and having noticed certain Behaviours that exhibit a weakness of Character… It is Unfortunate, I only remark, that over Honesty, Prevarication and Reticence should prevail, and beyond such observances it is not my place to say…