Entry #13
I really don't know what came over me last night. Marching in there with those refreshments and upsurping Terence and humiliating him in front of all the students when for once he was actually doing what he should. Well, I do know. Sort of. I suppose it was just all those months of always having to be both his and my mediator and being the sensible one and sort of the parent of the relationship. In some ways it was like he was a naughty immature little child and I was his long-suffering mother. Oh Merlin, don't tell me that blokes are only interested in me if they're looking for some sort of maternal, mother figure. Ugh. I'd feel sexier if I was one of Hagrid's giant pumpkins.
I was in the wrong. I know that now. I don't think Marcus wanted me to take his advice quite that far. I just wanted Terence to know what it was like, how I felt, for the whole time we were together. Just because I'm better at being mature and responsible doesn't mean that it's easy for me or that I enjoy doing it. As Marcus says, why do I have to be the sensible adult all the time? Why can't I have a bit of fun and act up?
Alright, so what I did was inappropriate. And grossly unprofessional. I don't know how I'll look McGonagall in the eye when this comes out. But there's been so many times in past when I've apologised for things that weren't my fault and that I shouldn't have had to, so why should I apologise now when for once it is my fault? I'm entitled to that much. I've paid my dues. It all evens out.
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Blaise Zabini and Parvati Patil, you've left your Arithmancy and Transfiguration texts respectively in the library. You can come and collect them from me in the morning, but if you need them tonight for homework, I can owl them to you. They should only take about fifteen minutes from my place.
I was in the wrong. I know that now. I don't think Marcus wanted me to take his advice quite that far. I just wanted Terence to know what it was like, how I felt, for the whole time we were together. Just because I'm better at being mature and responsible doesn't mean that it's easy for me or that I enjoy doing it. As Marcus says, why do I have to be the sensible adult all the time? Why can't I have a bit of fun and act up?
Alright, so what I did was inappropriate. And grossly unprofessional. I don't know how I'll look McGonagall in the eye when this comes out. But there's been so many times in past when I've apologised for things that weren't my fault and that I shouldn't have had to, so why should I apologise now when for once it is my fault? I'm entitled to that much. I've paid my dues. It all evens out.
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Blaise Zabini and Parvati Patil, you've left your Arithmancy and Transfiguration texts respectively in the library. You can come and collect them from me in the morning, but if you need them tonight for homework, I can owl them to you. They should only take about fifteen minutes from my place.