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AM
You wouldn’t know it from watching those weedy films but Madam Pomfrey really is quite a spiteful tart. She pronounced me to be ‘seriously depressed’,,,, I don’t think the reply she was aiming for was ‘Shit off, really?’.
I’ve got to ‘avoid stress’ apparently. Little bit late for that really, isn’t it?
I need to take up ‘relaxing activities’ in my spare time, or find a ‘low-risk hobby’.
I don’t think that’s going to happen, somehow. Potter thinks this is hilarious. He recommended macramé. Pomfrey of course took this on board and booked me into some local courses in the village. I’ll get out of it, but I doubt that this fiasco will improve my stress levels.
I’ve got to sit through two hours of prep supervision with Potter and the rest of the second years this afternoon. Which should be about as ‘relaxing’ and ‘low-risk’ as one of Voldemort’s vivisection parties.
PM
He called me ‘dad’.
He called me ‘dad’ in front of the WHOLE second year class. Jesus Christ. I’m so embarrassed, I don’t even know what to do. I took 5,000,000 points from Gryffindor, but I doubt that can even start to repair the damage.
I was writing up a few penalty essays for the little brats as they’d taken too much time to get settled down to working, And all of a sudden his little whining voice rings out ‘dad, that’s not fair’
Potter had the grace to look almost as mortified as I felt, he has arranged to stay in the dormitory until Friday. I don’t know WHAT I’m going to do. Dumbeldore is grinning like a crack addict on benefit day. I should have known he would find inappropriate amusement in this.
You wouldn’t know it from watching those weedy films but Madam Pomfrey really is quite a spiteful tart. She pronounced me to be ‘seriously depressed’,,,, I don’t think the reply she was aiming for was ‘Shit off, really?’.
I’ve got to ‘avoid stress’ apparently. Little bit late for that really, isn’t it?
I need to take up ‘relaxing activities’ in my spare time, or find a ‘low-risk hobby’.
I don’t think that’s going to happen, somehow. Potter thinks this is hilarious. He recommended macramé. Pomfrey of course took this on board and booked me into some local courses in the village. I’ll get out of it, but I doubt that this fiasco will improve my stress levels.
I’ve got to sit through two hours of prep supervision with Potter and the rest of the second years this afternoon. Which should be about as ‘relaxing’ and ‘low-risk’ as one of Voldemort’s vivisection parties.
PM
He called me ‘dad’.
He called me ‘dad’ in front of the WHOLE second year class. Jesus Christ. I’m so embarrassed, I don’t even know what to do. I took 5,000,000 points from Gryffindor, but I doubt that can even start to repair the damage.
I was writing up a few penalty essays for the little brats as they’d taken too much time to get settled down to working, And all of a sudden his little whining voice rings out ‘dad, that’s not fair’
Potter had the grace to look almost as mortified as I felt, he has arranged to stay in the dormitory until Friday. I don’t know WHAT I’m going to do. Dumbeldore is grinning like a crack addict on benefit day. I should have known he would find inappropriate amusement in this.