Festivity preparation is a rather grim, arduous task and not festive at all

Oct 25, 2004 11:43

I would like to inform everyone that this year's batch of pepper-up potion is completely disgusting and should be avoided at all costs; not only will your ears steam, but your tongue will turn white as well. I discovered this last week when, during Astronomy lab, Professor Sinistra took it upon herself to yank me away from my telescope and drag me down to Pomfrey's office in the hospital wing. It was there that a large phial of pepper-up was forced down my throat. Apparently, Sinistra claimed I looked "odd" and claimed that my forehead was "hot". All lies, of course. I don't know what she was playing at. I just happened to have a really good idea during our constellation lab, is all. I didn't realise that really good ideas were such disturbing events, particularly during class time.

At any rate, the really good idea is for the Hallowe'en "Ball". I hate the word "ball". Whose idea was it to call it a ball? That is the sort of word that makes girls behave peculiarly. When I asked Ermengarde if I might escort her, she grabbed the front of my robes and started squealing "REALLY? OH, REALLY? YOU MEAN IT? REALLY?" She pulled a button loose and half-strangled me. I almost recanted my invitation right then and there, but feared for the rest of my wardrobe.

Fortunately, I have other things to concern myself with. Crabbe, Goyle... you two still take Care of Magical Creatures, yes? Tell that Hagrid person that we will require some of those giant-sized pumpkins for the jack-o-lanterns. Blaise, I'll need you to scour the kitchens for what we talked about earlier. Actually, you shouldn't even need to scour. Just ask a house elf--in my experience they are more than eager to please, no matter what the request. Pansy, I assume your own contribution was in the owl package I received this morning? You really could have attached an explanatory card with that, you know. Though I'll say I'm glad that you thought of it--I myself was looking all over the castle for more like this, but they appear to be in short supply.

Has anyone ever tried to talk to the Bloody Baron before? When I was a second year I accidentally sat on him at dinner. He was in my usual chair, so I didn't think to inspect if for ghostly occupants. Sitting on him--in him, really--was like being submerged in an ice bath. He didn't say anything to me, though. Just slowly wafted away, with his bloodstains glimmering. Last night I discovered him squashed into a grate in the dungeon floor. He was entirely unresponsive. Perhaps he was sleeping... if ghost's sleep.
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