This chore must be done.
If I do find out who the culprit behind those ridiculously pink valentines is, I will not refrain from force-feeding said person a most painful poison. One can tire easily of these cards when you suddenly find your ears being assaulted by the soppy lyrics that suddenly echo around your classroom without warning when a first year bumps their bag and it opens accidentally.
I found that confiscating the horrid things did not bring any sense of relief because as soon as I held them, I was unable to shut the damn things. A clever charm to have it so that when a teacher held the card, he or she would be unable to close it, though it is annoying to no end. I am sure that I have had to cast the Reducto more than once on the horrid things.
While the valentines are odd enough for Hogwarts, though I have a feeling Hogwarts is never not odd (the name of this school is an adequate example) the creatures of the lake outside are partaking in activities that I did not know they were capable, let alone think of. It is highly disconcerting to see one of the Giant Squid's tentacles making a slow beeline for you while you are returning from the Greenhouses from which you were retrieving the plants, belladonna and hellebore. The third years will find their belladonna oddly damp, for I had to wrestle the arm that held it away from one of the squid's gigantic tentacles.
Sex Ed. was not in my contract. I am a Potions Master. The most I will teach my students is how to brew a contraceptive potion. That is all. I refuse to work with Professor Black simply because he is a flea-infested, deranged, intolerable prat. That, and the fact I am the wiser one here because I happen to know that none of the students actually need Sex Ed. They certainly would not be having no trouble going up in front of a class talking about the activity without a few of them blushing madly and/or blabbering or mumbling. I am sure I heard one student mutter under his breath that this would be "a piece of cake." I rest my case.
Before I am to finish this chore that I must complete, I must express my surprise at the quality of some of the Potions work that my sixth year Slytherins are handing in and the overall lack of enthusiasm. While I don't expect anyone to be jumping for joy at the prospect of work, it is far more noticeable in certain individuals. I will not reveal any names, but I must make it clear - if your work does not improve by the end of next week (for I shall be issuing a new piece of work) you will be seeing me.
I found that confiscating the horrid things did not bring any sense of relief because as soon as I held them, I was unable to shut the damn things. A clever charm to have it so that when a teacher held the card, he or she would be unable to close it, though it is annoying to no end. I am sure that I have had to cast the Reducto more than once on the horrid things.
While the valentines are odd enough for Hogwarts, though I have a feeling Hogwarts is never not odd (the name of this school is an adequate example) the creatures of the lake outside are partaking in activities that I did not know they were capable, let alone think of. It is highly disconcerting to see one of the Giant Squid's tentacles making a slow beeline for you while you are returning from the Greenhouses from which you were retrieving the plants, belladonna and hellebore. The third years will find their belladonna oddly damp, for I had to wrestle the arm that held it away from one of the squid's gigantic tentacles.
Sex Ed. was not in my contract. I am a Potions Master. The most I will teach my students is how to brew a contraceptive potion. That is all. I refuse to work with Professor Black simply because he is a flea-infested, deranged, intolerable prat. That, and the fact I am the wiser one here because I happen to know that none of the students actually need Sex Ed. They certainly would not be having no trouble going up in front of a class talking about the activity without a few of them blushing madly and/or blabbering or mumbling. I am sure I heard one student mutter under his breath that this would be "a piece of cake." I rest my case.
Before I am to finish this chore that I must complete, I must express my surprise at the quality of some of the Potions work that my sixth year Slytherins are handing in and the overall lack of enthusiasm. While I don't expect anyone to be jumping for joy at the prospect of work, it is far more noticeable in certain individuals. I will not reveal any names, but I must make it clear - if your work does not improve by the end of next week (for I shall be issuing a new piece of work) you will be seeing me.