Here's a Thought.

[eagle_of_words]

My typist just two days ago went mountain-walking, which I've been thinking over.

Who else has ever been up on top of the world, so to speak? Being drunk doesn't count, really. I don't suppose it should, at any rate. *grins* R.

And what did you used to do for a day out? 'Chetta and Joly and I often picnicked to put it nicely, and on the rare

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[prof_ssnape]

There is nothing quite so satisfying as successfully brewing a new experimental potion, so perhaps my 'days out' would be better described as a day in, doing just that.

[eagle_of_words]

Curious, but hardly disagreeable. What sort of experiments do you make potion-wise? Anything for growing hair? *rubs his head ruefully*

[prof_ssnape]

My potions are for a number of uses. In fact, far too many to be relayed in this space. But I assure you, they are for far more substantial purposes than... curing baldness.

[eagle_of_words]

Of course, of course. I imagine that if one has that sort of ability, one uses it for only the most creative and Important of things. well, it was worth a try.

[prince_des_mers]

On top of the world? I infinitely prefer to be below it, so to speak, sir.

As for days out--before my self-exile, I used to go into the forests and hunt. Now I prefer shell-hunting and the collecting of specimens for my scientific studies. But a day out is such frippery. When I go shell-hunting, it's called a scientific endeavour. Ahem.

[eagle_of_words]

Awfully dark, though, don't you think?

Of course, of course. Shell-hunting, hmm? Well, now, that's something that's only for some people. Still, one man's trash, as they say.

[wiseathena]

I live on top of the world.

I like to weave things, though I do that quite often. For a day out . . . well, there was that time I had dinner with Telemachus, though I was disguised as a mighty soldier and we talked about Odysseus. There was also the time I challenged Arachne to a weaving contest and we competed in a beautiful meadow.

I suppose I have never really had a day out, so to speak. I have always had some purpose in what I do.

[eagle_of_words]

*laughs!* So you do, mademoiselle, so you do.

Ah, yes, that Arachne. *grins* A beautiful meadow? You do have an eye for details. My typist is performing in a play she tells me is based on The Metamorphosis, but she regrets that Telemachus isn't included in it and wonders how that went, since you're the person to ask.

[wiseathena]

I would just like to take a quick moment to say that my recorder is far too fond of this strikeout function. The final part of my previous comment was unintended to have that line through it.

Yes, it was quite pretty. Though the books chronicling our 'mythology' don't say so, I often went back to admire the view and visit Arachne in spider form.

What is this Metamorphosis and why isn't Telemachus included? How do they resolve the final conflict without him to assist Odysseus?

It went splendidly, if I may say so. We had dinner and I offered him advice on how to find news of his father, all of which he took happily. It was fortunate that he did so, too, as Penelope's horrible suitors were plotting to kill him.

[eagle_of_words]

Oh, really? All right. It was funnier struck out, I'm afraid. And my typist abuses the function, too.

What they don't tell you! Your Grace, I find that entirely wonderful.

Some sort of Greek or Roman history which my girl has failed to read, I fear, and so have I. All I know is that it features the story of thy birth, but nothing else that regards you, for which I am entirely sorry.

I've already applied the word "wonderful" to you, but I've got to do it again, I think. Wonderful.

[matcauthon]

In short? Wine, women, and gambling. What could be better? *grin*

[eagle_of_words]

Indeed, what could? I must agree with you, there, my fine fellow.

[loonyradish]

I've been flying on a thestral, if that counts!

On the weekends I like to read by the lake whenever it's a nice day. I would read in my common room, but it is always very cluttered with papers and books. No wonder my stuff gets lost all the time!

[eagle_of_words]

A thestral? Tell me what it is, my pretty girl, and I'll tell you if it counts. It sounds queer and wondrous enough, doesn't it?

Well, cherie, outdoors is a fine place to be when your lovers haven't got hayfever and expensive dresses, respectively.

[loonyradish]

They're ... skeletal-like horse. With wings. They're really rather charming, I think, though only people who have witnessed deaths can see them.

[eagle_of_words]

Well, in that case, I should be able to. *grins* They do sound rather interesting, though. Winged horses! I thought they only existed in faerie stories R's absinthe fantasies imagination.