Another normal week at Hogwarts...
Pranks have been going on like crazy - it's getting a bit ridiculous, actually. I'm just glad that, for the time being, I've yet to piss anyone off seriously enough to prank me.
Well, I've pissed Snape off, but I don't think you can prank current students. Speaking of Snape... DETENTION? What the bloody hell?!
Anyway. Before I begin launching into a deep discussion about how it isn't my fault that everytime he completes a sentence that ends with the words 'in my pants' I can't help but respond smartly, (What am I supposed to do? Find it perfectly normal for my professor to be insinuating that I once took lessons in his pants, and would probably not want to do it again? Was he expecting a complaint such as, "why wasn't I invited in your pants, Professor?") I must remember that he, too, has vu and can easily read what I'm writing.
If so, hello, Professor. Quite glad to go to detention, seeing as it's my favorite way to pass a boring evening. What shall we be doing? Cleaning off cauldrons? I hope so. That's a very interesting task, cleaning the same spot for hours on end. I tingle with excitement.
Moving on.
Yesterday I studied at the library with Neville. He's so much smarter than me when it comes to DADA! I actually understand what the hell we're doing now. So, if you're reading this, Nev - THANKS!
Oh. And just to reverberate yesterday's hilarity in the library: THE TRIPLE X SPELL. You'll remember what I mean if you read our notes from the library tutoring/study session. I KNOW. I KNOW. I'M LAUGHING TOO.
Well, I should go. Off to beat up Draco and set up the chocolate pity party for my friends.
Well, I've pissed Snape off, but I don't think you can prank current students. Speaking of Snape... DETENTION? What the bloody hell?!
Anyway. Before I begin launching into a deep discussion about how it isn't my fault that everytime he completes a sentence that ends with the words 'in my pants' I can't help but respond smartly, (What am I supposed to do? Find it perfectly normal for my professor to be insinuating that I once took lessons in his pants, and would probably not want to do it again? Was he expecting a complaint such as, "why wasn't I invited in your pants, Professor?") I must remember that he, too, has vu and can easily read what I'm writing.
If so, hello, Professor. Quite glad to go to detention, seeing as it's my favorite way to pass a boring evening. What shall we be doing? Cleaning off cauldrons? I hope so. That's a very interesting task, cleaning the same spot for hours on end. I tingle with excitement.
Moving on.
Yesterday I studied at the library with Neville. He's so much smarter than me when it comes to DADA! I actually understand what the hell we're doing now. So, if you're reading this, Nev - THANKS!
Oh. And just to reverberate yesterday's hilarity in the library: THE TRIPLE X SPELL. You'll remember what I mean if you read our notes from the library tutoring/study session. I KNOW. I KNOW. I'M LAUGHING TOO.
Well, I should go. Off to beat up Draco and set up the chocolate pity party for my friends.