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It's odd, being back at school. That sounds so strange, now that I read it. After all, it's late October, it would be strange to be starting school now. Well, resuming, anyway. It's still odd all the same, having a structure to my day. Of course, I've been at it for almost a week now, and as such, it should start to become less awkward, but as of yet, it's not. However, I shouldn't really complain. It's not that bad. I'll get back into the habit soon enough.
At least I'm not behind. I hated being behind. Now, I just have to keep up, and given that all I'm doing now is school, that shouldn't be hard. Even with Snape's determination to whittle the class down to just himself. He won't scare me off. I need that class. I suspect that around NEWTs, though, that the Hufflepuff common room is going to be a Very Interesting Place. Here's to hoping that some people don't decide to go into hysterics. Again.
Ankaa, for anyone who wants to know, will do anything for attention. She's not particularly thilled at this whole going to school thing, as it means that I'm spending time away from her -- she doesn't seem to like that idea at all. As such, she's taken to waiting just inside the common room for when I come in and then pouncing on my foot. The first time she did that, I ended up kicking her half across the room. I'm told my face was something to behold. Nevertheless, kittens are apparently made of rubber, as she bounced, got to her feet, gave me a reproachful glare and then did it again! She's either incredibly stupid or was determined to milk my remorse for all it was worth. Why do I suspect the latter? She's a kitten, they're not into guile...wait, yes, yes they are.
I kind of miss playing Quidditch, though. I hear Justin and Wayne going off to practice, and I watch them through the window (Ernie's requested that I not do anything louder than that else he will remove every single point Hufflepuff has ever received for disrupting a prefect from his well-needed rest or something -- he's a strange, strange lad, our Ernest Macmillan) and I kind of miss it. Well, not the getting up at 4:00am to make sure that you rude mongrels didn't take the pitch from under us (and yes, I would have used that stick had you done so -- you think I'm bad-tempered? Try me at 4:30 when some rude little bugger's nicked off with your pitch), but the actual playing. Sometimes. And no, that is not a veiled request to get me in an armlock and drag me down there. If I wanted you to do that, I'd say as much.
I just wish this cold would hurry up and go away. It's getting really annoying now. I know, I know, I should be grateful that it's just a cold and nothing serious like last winter (and I'm endeavouring not to get the 'flu this time). It's just annoying. It's like that frustrating phase when you're just starting to get sick, when you wish that you would just get sick or get rid of it and not be stuck between it. And no, it isn't something more serious than a cold.
And just to break a trend, I'm actually going to end this entry with something positive. Take that, people who reckon I can't. Hah. Anyway, it turns out that my mother's pregnant. According to Michael (who was visiting Gareth at the time that he was writing his letter, so I got two -- hey, I thought that was kinda cool), she's "not glowing or anything strange, so the kid's not a wizard or a...whatever the chicks over there are called." After reading that, I learnt something very important. It is impossible to die laughing. I made a good attempt though. I'm quietly confident that if anything like that did happen that someone would have noticed. I'm struggling on how to phrase the reply. It's a fun experience. Try explaining the wizarding world to someone who has never seen it when you yourself barely know anything about it.
At least I'm not behind. I hated being behind. Now, I just have to keep up, and given that all I'm doing now is school, that shouldn't be hard. Even with Snape's determination to whittle the class down to just himself. He won't scare me off. I need that class. I suspect that around NEWTs, though, that the Hufflepuff common room is going to be a Very Interesting Place. Here's to hoping that some people don't decide to go into hysterics. Again.
Ankaa, for anyone who wants to know, will do anything for attention. She's not particularly thilled at this whole going to school thing, as it means that I'm spending time away from her -- she doesn't seem to like that idea at all. As such, she's taken to waiting just inside the common room for when I come in and then pouncing on my foot. The first time she did that, I ended up kicking her half across the room. I'm told my face was something to behold. Nevertheless, kittens are apparently made of rubber, as she bounced, got to her feet, gave me a reproachful glare and then did it again! She's either incredibly stupid or was determined to milk my remorse for all it was worth. Why do I suspect the latter? She's a kitten, they're not into guile...wait, yes, yes they are.
I kind of miss playing Quidditch, though. I hear Justin and Wayne going off to practice, and I watch them through the window (Ernie's requested that I not do anything louder than that else he will remove every single point Hufflepuff has ever received for disrupting a prefect from his well-needed rest or something -- he's a strange, strange lad, our Ernest Macmillan) and I kind of miss it. Well, not the getting up at 4:00am to make sure that you rude mongrels didn't take the pitch from under us (and yes, I would have used that stick had you done so -- you think I'm bad-tempered? Try me at 4:30 when some rude little bugger's nicked off with your pitch), but the actual playing. Sometimes. And no, that is not a veiled request to get me in an armlock and drag me down there. If I wanted you to do that, I'd say as much.
I just wish this cold would hurry up and go away. It's getting really annoying now. I know, I know, I should be grateful that it's just a cold and nothing serious like last winter (and I'm endeavouring not to get the 'flu this time). It's just annoying. It's like that frustrating phase when you're just starting to get sick, when you wish that you would just get sick or get rid of it and not be stuck between it. And no, it isn't something more serious than a cold.
And just to break a trend, I'm actually going to end this entry with something positive. Take that, people who reckon I can't. Hah. Anyway, it turns out that my mother's pregnant. According to Michael (who was visiting Gareth at the time that he was writing his letter, so I got two -- hey, I thought that was kinda cool), she's "not glowing or anything strange, so the kid's not a wizard or a...whatever the chicks over there are called." After reading that, I learnt something very important. It is impossible to die laughing. I made a good attempt though. I'm quietly confident that if anything like that did happen that someone would have noticed. I'm struggling on how to phrase the reply. It's a fun experience. Try explaining the wizarding world to someone who has never seen it when you yourself barely know anything about it.