It seems that my years as the Astronomy professor at Hogwarts have been ill-spent. I have spent far too much time dedicated to being horrified at the idea of fifteen-year-olds learning the facts of life in my Tower. Apparently, it is actually
the professors who really have a penchant for stumbling through the birds and the beasts in public forums. Fortunately, my Tower was not desecrated, but if you are going to act like a fifteen-year-old, you may as well choose the same venue, professors.
Apparently, Looshie was not even worth the trip. This is most abysmal news, Looshie. Surely you could have made this worth Sevvie's while.
Severus has been dreadfully sombre as of late. I've agreed to an evening of beverages with him this Friday evening after my class with the second years. We shall be enjoying ourselves at the Fig Leaf Tavern in Knockturn Alley, so named for the uniforms of the waiters. I do hope I am not troubled for identification, as per usual. Looking so youthful does have its disadvantages: more often than not, I am mistaken for a Hogwarts student instead of a professor.
However, I suppose that is greatly better than being a student who thinks that they have the authority of a professor.