Midnight In the Garden of A Thousand Sighs.

A remarkably pleasant day. The sixth-year Gryffindor and Slytherin worked with Billywigs, and though sternly cautioned not to allow themselves to be stung one or two managed it anyway, and it wasn't long before half the Gryffindor class were floating around the room, laughing their fool heads off, while the land-locked Slytherin tried to grab at their shoes to chuck them out the windows.

I suppose any other teacher might have looked upon the situation with some disdain, but honestly, it was brilliant fun. The resulting billywig essays were also very accurate, so I'm guessing they learnt something, as well. Always a plus, that.

( Quidditch! )

Edit [10:21am]: As tonight is the full moon I would appreciate it if the North Tower and the corridors outside my rooms were to remain off-limits to both students and faculty from now until Sunday, as I would like to catch up on my sleep.

I'll see you all again Monday morning.

(Not one bloody word, Sirius.)