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Teacher, leave those kids alone.
Jun. 11th, 2003 09:46 pmWhat is it about the end of the term that makes everyone lose their heads?
I've had a sandy-haired, Irish shadow for the last few days, except for the occasions when I had to teach lessons to people who are not sixth-year Gyffindor, and as much as I enjoy Seamus's company I prefer the happier version to the current, sullen and completely depressing one we have now.
The summer holidays couldn't have come at a better time, methinks.
I am finding homes for all the animals in the Menagerie, though a few are going to have to come back to Dogear with me as they are not trained to be handled by anyone else but myself, Sirius or Harry. The Fwoopers, the Griphorn, the Crup - not to mention Buckbeak of course. I will have to sort out their transportation next week - a word to the wise: do not ever attempt to Floo a Fwooper, unless you want a terminal case of sooty feathers everywhere. A lesson learnt the hard way by Hagrid many moons ago.
Speaking of moons, I am dreading Saturday. The boys will be setting up their Quidditch pitch, and I will be completely unhelpful after sundown as paws aren't exactly conducive to carpentry. I'll at least be harmless, thanks to Severus and his potion, so I can at least watch the fun. And drool on anyone who tramples the lupine and dogwood.
Sirius is currently sprawled across my legs, doing the Prophet crossword and pointedly ignoring the article on the front page about the attack on Pant-Y-Gyrdl last week. he's not saying anything about it and I am not saying anything about it, and by not saying anything about it we're saying quite a lot.
Harry's been round, to do his homework and play with Rosie to distract himself from studies and headaches. He also discovered that if you scratch Sirius behind the ear, his leg will shake. I didn't even know this, and now that I do - in fact, I think I do it now. Hold on.
Remarkable. This is endlessly amusing. I shall be occupied for hours.
Next week is going to be a trial. Exams to be given to everyone, including OWLs and NEWTs. The students are counting down the days with a mixture of anticipation and dread. I don't blame them. It's terribly stressful to have something so momentous on approach without knowing what to expect of it. I trust they will all be fine, but we won't know that until the time comes. And I daresay the teachers are as nervous as the students about it!
Sirius is purring. I'm a dead man for saying that, but I think it's cute. Isn't it, Harry?
You know, I think I will cut this short and go look up some protection charms and security spells to put up around Dogear at the weekend. No sense in leaving these things to the last minute.
Or until it's too late.
Goodnight, everyone.
I've had a sandy-haired, Irish shadow for the last few days, except for the occasions when I had to teach lessons to people who are not sixth-year Gyffindor, and as much as I enjoy Seamus's company I prefer the happier version to the current, sullen and completely depressing one we have now.
The summer holidays couldn't have come at a better time, methinks.
I am finding homes for all the animals in the Menagerie, though a few are going to have to come back to Dogear with me as they are not trained to be handled by anyone else but myself, Sirius or Harry. The Fwoopers, the Griphorn, the Crup - not to mention Buckbeak of course. I will have to sort out their transportation next week - a word to the wise: do not ever attempt to Floo a Fwooper, unless you want a terminal case of sooty feathers everywhere. A lesson learnt the hard way by Hagrid many moons ago.
Speaking of moons, I am dreading Saturday. The boys will be setting up their Quidditch pitch, and I will be completely unhelpful after sundown as paws aren't exactly conducive to carpentry. I'll at least be harmless, thanks to Severus and his potion, so I can at least watch the fun. And drool on anyone who tramples the lupine and dogwood.
Sirius is currently sprawled across my legs, doing the Prophet crossword and pointedly ignoring the article on the front page about the attack on Pant-Y-Gyrdl last week. he's not saying anything about it and I am not saying anything about it, and by not saying anything about it we're saying quite a lot.
Harry's been round, to do his homework and play with Rosie to distract himself from studies and headaches. He also discovered that if you scratch Sirius behind the ear, his leg will shake. I didn't even know this, and now that I do - in fact, I think I do it now. Hold on.
Remarkable. This is endlessly amusing. I shall be occupied for hours.
Next week is going to be a trial. Exams to be given to everyone, including OWLs and NEWTs. The students are counting down the days with a mixture of anticipation and dread. I don't blame them. It's terribly stressful to have something so momentous on approach without knowing what to expect of it. I trust they will all be fine, but we won't know that until the time comes. And I daresay the teachers are as nervous as the students about it!
Sirius is purring. I'm a dead man for saying that, but I think it's cute. Isn't it, Harry?
You know, I think I will cut this short and go look up some protection charms and security spells to put up around Dogear at the weekend. No sense in leaving these things to the last minute.
Or until it's too late.
Goodnight, everyone.
