Apr 08, 2004 16:18
I love how my mother writes to me about how beautiful the weather is lately and how fantastic the house is looking and then the minute I get back home, it's cloudy, overcast, and very depressing in general. Mei (the youngest of this branch of the Chang family) becomes unbearable when it's warm and she can't play outside.
I become unbearable when I can't go outside. Then again, I left my broom at school so being outside would involve a great deal of walking instead of, well, flying in low circles late at night.
The apothecary in Diagon Alley is looking for someone to work full time. They pay surprisingly well, but I don't suppose they'll be willing to hire me now, let me go back to school for two and a half months then start working? I didn't think so. The parents would probably object anyway. NEWTs are still to come, after all. Those should be fun, in a very stressful, hair tearing, screams of the damned kind of way.