Bored....
Thank goodness this wretched summer is almost at an end. It has taken every ounce of self control in me to not simply run away. However, one must be prudent and prudence calls for a means of supporting myself outside this despicable Muggle world. I have, of course, put in a few applications for a part-time position. I should have plenty of time for one now that I am on a specialized schedule.
I am still considering what major I should take. They're all so fascinating...well...almost all. The major in Muggle relations is, I think, absolutely insulting! What real witch or wizard would lower themselves to such a position! Though some, I'm sure, are lured into the lie that it is a "dignified" or even "honourable" and "commendable" thing to do. I think it is the biggest tragedy to ever enter into our world. "Muggle relations" indeed...I can think of quite a few better things we could do in relating to Muggles than what that class will sanction as beneficial. Who teaches that class anyway?
I greatly miss the company of my friends at Hogwarts. This place has been so...boring. Of course I'm still being treated as a child since for some reason Muggle custom says I'm not an adult until 18 years. Which won't be until next year! (ooc: I *think*. If he turned 17 at the beginning of this year anyway....but I'm not sure how old he was when he started Hogwarts? He had to still be underage when the Gaunt thing happened but...how would that work if he still had the trace? Unless he did that after he was 17? HOW OLD AM I PEOPLE???)
Needless to say, I'm finished with this place, and if I get a job, I shan't return ever again. But I am returning to Hogwarts. There's much to be done still. And I am looking forward to every minute spent among my equals and fellow students. Perhaps I'll look into becoming a teacher there. That would be fun, wouldn't it?
Well, I'm off to do some mundane Muggle chores. Maybe I'll fascinate them all by letting some magic loose, though the owner or babysitter of this accursed orphanage has forbidden me to do so. She's simply jealous, I suspect. After all, wouldn't all hell break lose if I were to usurp her meager authority here with my little tricks? As if I'd even care to. If I had my way, the place would be burned to the ground.
Well, I can still dream...
I am still considering what major I should take. They're all so fascinating...well...almost all. The major in Muggle relations is, I think, absolutely insulting! What real witch or wizard would lower themselves to such a position! Though some, I'm sure, are lured into the lie that it is a "dignified" or even "honourable" and "commendable" thing to do. I think it is the biggest tragedy to ever enter into our world. "Muggle relations" indeed...I can think of quite a few better things we could do in relating to Muggles than what that class will sanction as beneficial. Who teaches that class anyway?
I greatly miss the company of my friends at Hogwarts. This place has been so...boring. Of course I'm still being treated as a child since for some reason Muggle custom says I'm not an adult until 18 years. Which won't be until next year! (ooc: I *think*. If he turned 17 at the beginning of this year anyway....but I'm not sure how old he was when he started Hogwarts? He had to still be underage when the Gaunt thing happened but...how would that work if he still had the trace? Unless he did that after he was 17? HOW OLD AM I PEOPLE???)
Needless to say, I'm finished with this place, and if I get a job, I shan't return ever again. But I am returning to Hogwarts. There's much to be done still. And I am looking forward to every minute spent among my equals and fellow students. Perhaps I'll look into becoming a teacher there. That would be fun, wouldn't it?
Well, I'm off to do some mundane Muggle chores. Maybe I'll fascinate them all by letting some magic loose, though the owner or babysitter of this accursed orphanage has forbidden me to do so. She's simply jealous, I suspect. After all, wouldn't all hell break lose if I were to usurp her meager authority here with my little tricks? As if I'd even care to. If I had my way, the place would be burned to the ground.
Well, I can still dream...