lupercusna | Well.

My week consisted of marking twelve thousand (approximately, though likely not far off) essays on the mating habits of the kappa, prying one third-year's hand out of the beak of a malacaw, a Hogsmeade outing with Severus, cleaning up the cage of a very sick jarvey, tea with Sirius, giving a detention to a first-year boy for putting a flobberworm down the back of a girl's robes, and playing chess last night with Harry. And it's only Tuesday.

I don't care how old I get, Hogsmeade will always be enjoyable. Severus even seemed to have a good time, he looked decidedly less sour than usual over dinner and only deducted fifteen points total from hapless students we encountered. I am hoping we can do it again at the weekend - if Severus hasn't anything better to do, of course.

Tea with Sirius went well, better than I expected I admit, though really I don't feel any different now than I did before. We parted in tentative friendship however and I suppose that is a good thing, seeing as how we have to work together and I would rather exist in civility. It's far less taxing than open hostility, and there's by far enough of that going around. I do enjoy Sirius's company anyway, or I will learn to enjoy it again. He was my friend first, after all.

Hm. There's a new book on my desk that's asking me to read it. Far be it from me not to obey the siren call of literature. Hermione might have me flogged.

Edit: Nevermind, the book's been foresaken for a brilliantly frustrating Quidditch match from America on the wireless right now - it's the Chicago Crups against the Florida Fireballs and a moment ago the match became tied because a bloody idiot in the stands interfered with the Quaffle, and the officials didn't say a damned thing about it. Uproar abounds, and I won't sleep until I know how this turns out.

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From what I hear, Chicago wouldn't be nearly so popular with most of America if they didn't spoil their chances at the last possible minute, every time. Chicago are popular for being the perpetual underdog, and they must stay the underdog.

I hear they've just perpetuated their losing legacy for one more game. Two hundred seventy to thirty!

From what I understand they didn't do anything this time! I think someone must have Confunded the officials personally. There's no way that wasn't fan interference on that Quaffle.

They lost, anyway. Chicago. So I suppose you may be right. Their motto IS, "Oh well, we tried," after all.

Fitchburg (who legend has it have not won a match in a century, thanks to a curse put upon them by a disgruntled ex-Chaser) at New York tomorrow night, and the WWN has it. If you're not busy we could have a listen to it in the staff room?

I'll bring the firewhiskey.

That's very generous of you.

Indeed.

Loquacious tonight, are we?

Yes.

I take it then that our arragement for tomorrow evening has been postponed.

No, because the Quidditch match is just after dinner and you and I are meeting at ten.

You could join us, you know.

That would not be wise.

I shall see you at ten.

Definitely not wise.

Remus, perhaps we should put this off for another night. Wouldn't want to interfere in your plans.

Do not let me put a damper on your plans, mutt. I am certain I can find some way to amuse myself until Remus deigns to grace me with his presence - provided of course that he is not too incapacitated by your sub-par Firewhiskey.

Yes, of course. Perhaps you can take points from more students in the infirmary? Maybe you'll find a few more lucky unconscious souls there.

You're at your best, I think, when you're maliciously kicking your students while they're down.

Flattery will get you nowhere.

That's very lucky for me.

Nonsense, it doesn't interfere at all.

I'll see you in the staff room, after dinner.

Fine.

Well.

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