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Even Old Hogsmeade Was Once New Hogsterdam
Apr. 3rd, 2003 06:26 pmFirst off - Ginny, I recieved a message from your brother today (he's only got the one owl, I suppose), and he included a note for you for me to pass on.
He's also sent one for Ron, as well.
Am taking a break from putting together the third segment on werewolves as apparently I am working too hard, and with Sirius shouting at me to eat something or take some tea it's very hard to concentrate, so I have come to the library for a little peace and quiet, and a go at the school computers for a change.
Naturally, however, there is no quiet to be had here, as a large but shifty-looking group of Hufflepuff have gathered around one of the larger tables and seem to be discussing some sort of subterfuge. Nothing unusual there, but they're being a bit noisy about it.
I love the library. I spent so much time in here, when I was a boy. I may very well have read every book in the place, at some point or another. I wouldn't say I was particularly swotty when I was younger, but I did like to study and it's not like I had anything else to do when recuperating in the hospital wing. Sirius used to pinch extra books for me whenever he could - sorry, Irma - after he'd checked out his limit and James's on top of that. And Lily would bring me Muggle books which I couldn't get anywhere else - I think my favourite of hers was Jane Eyre. Sirius once said that explained everything. Sirius is also an idiot.
It smells lovely in here. The musty scent of knowledge. I could breathe this all day, if only it weren't for the sneezing.
Wedding news: I think we're very close to setting the date, after which invitations will be owled, and the real fun begins. I've managed to get us registered, at a Muggle shop I'm rather fond of. And whether Sirius likes it or not, I think we'll go with formal dress for the whole thing. I'd like this to be fairly traditional. I'm a traditional sort of fellow, anyway. Aside from the werewolf thing, of course.
Speaking of - this is the last time I skip taking my potion for the month. I'm becoming a nervous wreck, and it's been quite a while since I've gone through a complete transformation, and the anticipation is making me nervous and not a little bit ill. I won't know myself, I will be completely given over to the other side of myself, and I'm always, always afraid I can never come back from that. I do, of course, but the fear is still there.
So many people are afraid of me because of what I am. I wonder if they know that I'm afraid of me, too.
Anyway, I'll be glad when this is over, and I can take my potions and feel like myself again. And Sirius can stop fussing over me like a bloody woman.
Cho Chang just stalked by, muttering a particular hex I don't think she's supposed to know, under her breath. Hm. I'd best go and prevent mayhem.
Cheers, Hogwarts.
PS, to Severus: Embrace the cranes.
He's also sent one for Ron, as well.
Am taking a break from putting together the third segment on werewolves as apparently I am working too hard, and with Sirius shouting at me to eat something or take some tea it's very hard to concentrate, so I have come to the library for a little peace and quiet, and a go at the school computers for a change.
Naturally, however, there is no quiet to be had here, as a large but shifty-looking group of Hufflepuff have gathered around one of the larger tables and seem to be discussing some sort of subterfuge. Nothing unusual there, but they're being a bit noisy about it.
I love the library. I spent so much time in here, when I was a boy. I may very well have read every book in the place, at some point or another. I wouldn't say I was particularly swotty when I was younger, but I did like to study and it's not like I had anything else to do when recuperating in the hospital wing. Sirius used to pinch extra books for me whenever he could - sorry, Irma - after he'd checked out his limit and James's on top of that. And Lily would bring me Muggle books which I couldn't get anywhere else - I think my favourite of hers was Jane Eyre. Sirius once said that explained everything. Sirius is also an idiot.
It smells lovely in here. The musty scent of knowledge. I could breathe this all day, if only it weren't for the sneezing.
Wedding news: I think we're very close to setting the date, after which invitations will be owled, and the real fun begins. I've managed to get us registered, at a Muggle shop I'm rather fond of. And whether Sirius likes it or not, I think we'll go with formal dress for the whole thing. I'd like this to be fairly traditional. I'm a traditional sort of fellow, anyway. Aside from the werewolf thing, of course.
Speaking of - this is the last time I skip taking my potion for the month. I'm becoming a nervous wreck, and it's been quite a while since I've gone through a complete transformation, and the anticipation is making me nervous and not a little bit ill. I won't know myself, I will be completely given over to the other side of myself, and I'm always, always afraid I can never come back from that. I do, of course, but the fear is still there.
So many people are afraid of me because of what I am. I wonder if they know that I'm afraid of me, too.
Anyway, I'll be glad when this is over, and I can take my potions and feel like myself again. And Sirius can stop fussing over me like a bloody woman.
Cho Chang just stalked by, muttering a particular hex I don't think she's supposed to know, under her breath. Hm. I'd best go and prevent mayhem.
Cheers, Hogwarts.
PS, to Severus: Embrace the cranes.
