Thoughts on wasting time, lentils, and sleeplessness.
Now that the Headmaster's inspired group detention has drawn to a close, I feel that I can finally sit down and share my thoughts on the matter. First, I would like to say that this group detention could not have possibly been a bigger waste of my time. Which is what detention is supposed to be, of course--a waste of time, so that you can endure it while being punished by thoughts of all the things you'd rather be doing. In my case--one of carpentry, painting, and decorating spent with Potter, Granger, Weasel, and Weasel--I would rather be doing about a squillion other things. For example: scrubbing cauldrons; helping Pansy to organise her bonnet collection; hand-feeding Sarsparilla; trimming the quidditch pitch with a pair of cuticle scissors; trimming Crabbe and Goyle's toenails with a pair of cuticle scissors; or any number of other unpleasant tasks that nonetheless sound refreshing after watching Weasley slather orange paint all over the castle.
Believe me, I see the Headmaster's real intentions. With one wave of his wand he could have a half-dozen guest suites outfitted in comfortable furnishings and subtle decor. The point of this group detention was not about guest suites but about something dumb and Gryffindorish, like camaraderie or "working together in the face of a common goal". Just because a group of people can work together once (and with difficulty, at that) in order to escape certain death at the hands of dementors does not automatically mean that they will be keen on working together to assemble something called a "bean bag chair".
By the way, Potter, if that really is muggle furniture, it's the stupidest thing I've ever heard of. Who fills up a large canvas sack with lentils and decides it would be something nice to sit on? Proof yet again that muggles lack common sense, as well as style and taste.
For anyone who is thinking of speaking to me today, I should warn you that I'm not in a very good mood. My arm hurts, my best pair of shoes are filled with orange paint, and Sarsparilla was howling from the lake all night and I couldn't sleep because of it.
Believe me, I see the Headmaster's real intentions. With one wave of his wand he could have a half-dozen guest suites outfitted in comfortable furnishings and subtle decor. The point of this group detention was not about guest suites but about something dumb and Gryffindorish, like camaraderie or "working together in the face of a common goal". Just because a group of people can work together once (and with difficulty, at that) in order to escape certain death at the hands of dementors does not automatically mean that they will be keen on working together to assemble something called a "bean bag chair".
By the way, Potter, if that really is muggle furniture, it's the stupidest thing I've ever heard of. Who fills up a large canvas sack with lentils and decides it would be something nice to sit on? Proof yet again that muggles lack common sense, as well as style and taste.
For anyone who is thinking of speaking to me today, I should warn you that I'm not in a very good mood. My arm hurts, my best pair of shoes are filled with orange paint, and Sarsparilla was howling from the lake all night and I couldn't sleep because of it.