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Let it not be said that teaching at this school does not keep one entertained at all times.
Today's lesson for the sixth-years involved bugbears, which are rather difficult creatures to control, and during the lesson one lashed out at Lavender and her scream incited the others, causing a minor bugbear riot. They're not large beasts but they're not too friendly, either, and so it was a bit dodgy for a while, at least until I could Petrify the ringleader and cast Calming Charms on the rest.
Add to that some rather unusual localised weather patterns and one well-done Weasley, and you have all the earmarks of a very interesting day.
A word, if I may, regarding the raincloud a few of you have noticed following one of your fellow students about today. That is not, actually, a real cloud but rather a Susceptor Spell, which is a sort of protection enchantment. Some of you might be familiar with how a Patronus Charm works: it conjures up a guardian that defends you against something specific, like a Dementor. The Susceptor Spell is more generalised, a sort of bodyguard that follows you around and keeps aggressors at bay, and like the Patronus it takes its form based on its charge's moods. In this case, it is a small black raincloud, which some of you have realised is not as harmless as it looks. I expect that by now you have all realised that it would be best to leave well enough alone.
Wedding gifts have begun to arrive already by owl. A few trinkets and baubles from my cousins, a few lovely things from various and sundry friends scattered around the country. The most interesting gift so far comes from friends in London: a first-edition Wilde that I never thought I'd lay my hands on, along with a bottle of Atlantean wine for Sirius. The wine's I think shall be saved for after the wedding, but the book... I'm spellbound, to say the least.
Right, then, it's time to get these Phooka scrolls marked and then it's down to the dungeons with me - Severus has requested that I start my Wolfsbane potion a bit earlier than usual, since I was off it for so long it needs a bit more time to work itself back into my system. I'm not complaining; the less I have to go through next month the better.
Also, Sirius is dragging me off to the kitchens in yet another attempt to convert me to his wicked, wretched vegetarian ways. Have any of you heard of a vegetarian werewolf? Neither have I. Sirius is insane. I'm looking into St Mungo's as we spea
Ow.
Well, that'll teach you to read over my shoulder.
Goodnight, all.
Today's lesson for the sixth-years involved bugbears, which are rather difficult creatures to control, and during the lesson one lashed out at Lavender and her scream incited the others, causing a minor bugbear riot. They're not large beasts but they're not too friendly, either, and so it was a bit dodgy for a while, at least until I could Petrify the ringleader and cast Calming Charms on the rest.
Add to that some rather unusual localised weather patterns and one well-done Weasley, and you have all the earmarks of a very interesting day.
A word, if I may, regarding the raincloud a few of you have noticed following one of your fellow students about today. That is not, actually, a real cloud but rather a Susceptor Spell, which is a sort of protection enchantment. Some of you might be familiar with how a Patronus Charm works: it conjures up a guardian that defends you against something specific, like a Dementor. The Susceptor Spell is more generalised, a sort of bodyguard that follows you around and keeps aggressors at bay, and like the Patronus it takes its form based on its charge's moods. In this case, it is a small black raincloud, which some of you have realised is not as harmless as it looks. I expect that by now you have all realised that it would be best to leave well enough alone.
Wedding gifts have begun to arrive already by owl. A few trinkets and baubles from my cousins, a few lovely things from various and sundry friends scattered around the country. The most interesting gift so far comes from friends in London: a first-edition Wilde that I never thought I'd lay my hands on, along with a bottle of Atlantean wine for Sirius. The wine's I think shall be saved for after the wedding, but the book... I'm spellbound, to say the least.
Right, then, it's time to get these Phooka scrolls marked and then it's down to the dungeons with me - Severus has requested that I start my Wolfsbane potion a bit earlier than usual, since I was off it for so long it needs a bit more time to work itself back into my system. I'm not complaining; the less I have to go through next month the better.
Also, Sirius is dragging me off to the kitchens in yet another attempt to convert me to his wicked, wretched vegetarian ways. Have any of you heard of a vegetarian werewolf? Neither have I. Sirius is insane. I'm looking into St Mungo's as we spea
Ow.
Well, that'll teach you to read over my shoulder.
Goodnight, all.
