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Right. My post-hols schedule this semester, for those who care:
5:00-breakfast: on the field
then breakfast
then classes
then tea, which I will mostly spend studying
then classes
classes-dinner: in the Great Hall, working on the playbook
then dinner
then dinner-7:00: somewhere by the field. On the field if we have it scheduled, running plays or working on the book somewhere else outside if not.
7:00-9:00: in the common room, working on homework and my own projects. Bugging me then is acceptable, I'm not studying that hard.
After that is pretty fluid, but mostly sleep.
Sorry about the 4 AM alarm to those in my dorm. I'll turn it down as much as I can. I guess you should be used to it by now.
A message to my team: we're going to take the cup this year. I can feel it. Because I have such a good feeling, we're adding an extra practice a week as often as I can get Professor Flitwick to get us the field.
A message to the person who thought it was funny to draw equasions I would feel the need to solve on my bludger bat: if I find out who you are, you die at dawn.
To whomever solved the equasions for me when I left it in the common room: thanks, that's my favorite bat.
To the rest of the Ravenclaws: Has anyone seen my new Arithmancy text? It shouldn't be this hard to find, I had to put a floatation charm on it just to carry it.
If I find out someone's glued a cushion to it and is using it as a stool again, I'll be rather put out.
That is all.
5:00-breakfast: on the field
then breakfast
then classes
then tea, which I will mostly spend studying
then classes
classes-dinner: in the Great Hall, working on the playbook
then dinner
then dinner-7:00: somewhere by the field. On the field if we have it scheduled, running plays or working on the book somewhere else outside if not.
7:00-9:00: in the common room, working on homework and my own projects. Bugging me then is acceptable, I'm not studying that hard.
After that is pretty fluid, but mostly sleep.
Sorry about the 4 AM alarm to those in my dorm. I'll turn it down as much as I can. I guess you should be used to it by now.
A message to my team: we're going to take the cup this year. I can feel it. Because I have such a good feeling, we're adding an extra practice a week as often as I can get Professor Flitwick to get us the field.
A message to the person who thought it was funny to draw equasions I would feel the need to solve on my bludger bat: if I find out who you are, you die at dawn.
To whomever solved the equasions for me when I left it in the common room: thanks, that's my favorite bat.
To the rest of the Ravenclaws: Has anyone seen my new Arithmancy text? It shouldn't be this hard to find, I had to put a floatation charm on it just to carry it.
If I find out someone's glued a cushion to it and is using it as a stool again, I'll be rather put out.
That is all.