I love teaching, I love teaching, I love teaching, I love teaching...

[lupercusna]

You have not truly lived until you have removed a Billywig sting from the elbow of a small girl. Sandy Gudgeon spent the remainder of the lesson tethered to my desk to prevent her from floating off into the aether. Meanwhile, Sherman Hopkirk managed to swallow a Chizpurfle. I have absolutely no idea how or why, and I do not envy Madame Pomfrey right now. Or the Chizpurfle.

Yet another exciting day in the Care of Magical Creatures.

Was on my way to the library this afternoon when I ran into a sulky, monosyllabic Sirius. He did not have much to say and I didn't press. It wasn't the time nor the place. We did agree to talk at the weekend, though I admit that I am not much looking forward to it. It's very easy to imagine it's 1975 again and Sirius and I are having a row about his latest prank on Severus. He would pout and sulk his way back into my good graces and eventually I would cave in and we'd be all right again, trotting off after James to raid the kitchen or torment some first-years.

It was always like that with us back then, but it isn't now. Not anymore.

Spoke by fire with Narcissa last night, and as frazzled as the poor dear seemed she was still very gracious when I asked her advice on something. I think she was grateful for the distraction. At any rate I came away from the chat quite a bit wiser, and I hope that she was a little calmer. She needs to get away from being away, I think.

Ah, Severus is here with my potion. I think I'll keep him around for a quick bit of chess. I'm not really very tired tonight and he looks surly. Perfect.

Comments

[potions-master.livejournal.com]

Ass.

[lupercusna]

I try.

How is the morning treating you?

[potions-master.livejournal.com]

You do not have to try very hard. You are also completely useless at subtlety.

The morning has passed. It is now the afternoon, and it is being no kinder to me than its predecessor.

I assume that you will now inform me as to the events of your day thus far as well, despite my not having requested the information.

[lupercusna]

Who was being subtle? I was merely discussing Salem, the effects of aging, and the art of Mandrake cultivation. Nothing more. You are paranoid, Severus.

And since you asked so nicely, my day has been relatively uneventful. Though I was thinking of nipping down to Hogsmeade in a bit to run some errands, before I settle down to mark some essays. I have the privilege of reading twenty essays on Horklumps tonight. Am simply giddy for it.

You? What are your plans for the rest of the day? Yes, I am prying.

[potions-master.livejournal.com]

You fool no one, Lupin. You are about as vague as a dragon with indigestion. I am not paranoid.

I am presently departing for the village as well. I am out of scarlet ink, and I have thirty scrolls on aconite to fail. The weather is agreeable enough for the journey.

I am leaving now.

[lupercusna]

Of course you're not paranoid, Severus. Everyone is out to get you.

Hang on, I'll walk with you. No use in going alone. It's too nice a day for it. I could do with the company.

All right?

[potions-master.livejournal.com]

If you must. I likely haven't a choice in the matter.

I shall be in the courtyard. Do not keep me waiting. I have no time for idleness.

[lupercusna]

There are always choices, Severus. I keep telling you that. Perhaps one day it'll finally sink in.

On my way.