The first symptom of stress is...
Lately I've been bothered about a story I can't remember. It involved a king and his three sons which His Majesty sent out to do something. When they came back, one of them could use his sword so quickly even the rain couldn't touch him, and another was able to cut the fur off a rabbit in full flight. Or possibly the man who was hunting the rabbit; or the horse the man was riding on. I forget.
The third son might have had something to do with a swan. Of course, he also mightn't have. I could be mixing things. I know I ought to remember this, but I can't and it's driving me quite insane.
Professor Vector was making some noise about a Project in Arithmancy earlier this week. I don't know if I should volunteer for that as it's not one of my best subjects, but we're heading toward the NEWTs and I should do all I can to be prepared for them.
Incidentally, I don't think I'm ever going to see Sirius, James, Peter or Frank again, unless it's in class. Everybody is so busy already.
The third son might have had something to do with a swan. Of course, he also mightn't have. I could be mixing things. I know I ought to remember this, but I can't and it's driving me quite insane.
Professor Vector was making some noise about a Project in Arithmancy earlier this week. I don't know if I should volunteer for that as it's not one of my best subjects, but we're heading toward the NEWTs and I should do all I can to be prepared for them.
Incidentally, I don't think I'm ever going to see Sirius, James, Peter or Frank again, unless it's in class. Everybody is so busy already.