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Anyone catch that Cannons-Magpies match on the WWN the other night? How amusingly dismal. For a while I suspected that they were merely pretending that the Cannons had actually shown up, until I very clearly heard their Keeper, Cadmus Orangegrove, shriek in terror as a Bludger knocked him out of the air.
Godric love the Cannons, though, for trying.
Am afraid I overslept a bit this morning, due to this sodding cold. The house-elves were nice enough to bring up some toast and juice for breakfast, which I immediately spiked with a dash of Firewhiskey to quell the coughing. Unfortunately I went back to sleep, only to be shaken awake by an elf in an unfortunate sweater, emblazoned with an "H," demanding to know why 'Mister Moony' was not out 'teaching about beasties.' Oh, bugger.
Apologies to my first class of the day, for my disheveled appearance and lack of breath. Also, to whomever it was I may or may not have knocked down in the corridor, in my haste to reach my classroom. Sorry about that.
I have since given in and asked Pomfrey for some Pepper-Up Potion, which she graciously handed over in large quantities. I now feel much better, which is just as well. There's nothing more pathetic than a sick dog, and a sick wolf is even worse. Very hard to blow one's nose when you have no opposable thumbs.
By the way, it's disappointing that I will not be able to attend the first Animagus lesson tomorrow. I'd neglected to speak with Sirius about the scheduling conflict, mostly because it's a bit embarassing to have to ask people to work around you every bloody minute. "No, I'm sorry, I can't come to your class, for I'm already booked to mutate into a hideous creature that day. Rain cheque?"
Needless to say, I offer my most sincere apologies to Minerva and Sirius, for being difficult. I do hope the class is a success; from what I understand there is universal interest in the subject. I suppose that while turning into an animal doesn't amuse me in the slightest, it's different when it's entirely voluntary.
( Between the Dog and Wolf. )
Oh, and before I forget, an owl arrived this morning, from Romania. From Charlie Weasley, of all people. Charlie is more than willing to assist me with my dragon lecture, which is wonderful to hear (and amusing, in that I simply cannot escape the Weasleys, not that I particularly want to). He also suggested something that I'm quite excited about, and when I put it to Dumbledore he was most encouraging. This is coming along quite nicely.
What was most interesting about Charlie's letter was that it was not, actually, a letter. Not one on parchment, anyway but rather a postcard. I've never seen such a card before. It's quite beautiful, and I suspect it was handmade - well, you can see for yourself.
I wonder where he procured it? The artwork in Romania is quite impressive, to say the least. Finding one suitable for a reply was quite the challenge, but I think I did well.
Ah, here's Sirius now, with that information packet from Severus. That took longer than necessary. Ah, well. I owe him a pint at the Broomsticks, so I'd best be off. More later.
Godric love the Cannons, though, for trying.
Am afraid I overslept a bit this morning, due to this sodding cold. The house-elves were nice enough to bring up some toast and juice for breakfast, which I immediately spiked with a dash of Firewhiskey to quell the coughing. Unfortunately I went back to sleep, only to be shaken awake by an elf in an unfortunate sweater, emblazoned with an "H," demanding to know why 'Mister Moony' was not out 'teaching about beasties.' Oh, bugger.
Apologies to my first class of the day, for my disheveled appearance and lack of breath. Also, to whomever it was I may or may not have knocked down in the corridor, in my haste to reach my classroom. Sorry about that.
I have since given in and asked Pomfrey for some Pepper-Up Potion, which she graciously handed over in large quantities. I now feel much better, which is just as well. There's nothing more pathetic than a sick dog, and a sick wolf is even worse. Very hard to blow one's nose when you have no opposable thumbs.
By the way, it's disappointing that I will not be able to attend the first Animagus lesson tomorrow. I'd neglected to speak with Sirius about the scheduling conflict, mostly because it's a bit embarassing to have to ask people to work around you every bloody minute. "No, I'm sorry, I can't come to your class, for I'm already booked to mutate into a hideous creature that day. Rain cheque?"
Needless to say, I offer my most sincere apologies to Minerva and Sirius, for being difficult. I do hope the class is a success; from what I understand there is universal interest in the subject. I suppose that while turning into an animal doesn't amuse me in the slightest, it's different when it's entirely voluntary.
( Between the Dog and Wolf. )
Oh, and before I forget, an owl arrived this morning, from Romania. From Charlie Weasley, of all people. Charlie is more than willing to assist me with my dragon lecture, which is wonderful to hear (and amusing, in that I simply cannot escape the Weasleys, not that I particularly want to). He also suggested something that I'm quite excited about, and when I put it to Dumbledore he was most encouraging. This is coming along quite nicely.
What was most interesting about Charlie's letter was that it was not, actually, a letter. Not one on parchment, anyway but rather a postcard. I've never seen such a card before. It's quite beautiful, and I suspect it was handmade - well, you can see for yourself.
I wonder where he procured it? The artwork in Romania is quite impressive, to say the least. Finding one suitable for a reply was quite the challenge, but I think I did well.
Ah, here's Sirius now, with that information packet from Severus. That took longer than necessary. Ah, well. I owe him a pint at the Broomsticks, so I'd best be off. More later.
