Remus Lupin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lupercusna) wrote2002-09-08 01:58 am
lupercusna) wrote2002-09-08 01:58 am
Masura la toate, cea mai buna dreptate.
It's very hard to work when there is a Dark Arts Defence teacher sprawled across your desk, making a nuisance of himself.
As you may have guessed, a very bored, on-the-mend Sirius has called by my offices at this unseemly hour with the intent to pester me. Strangely enough, however, I am not bothered in the least. I could use the company; my tower has been feeling rather empty and quiet as of late. I blame the onset of the waxing moon.
I am, in a word, antsy.
Vrbanus, Charlie Weasley's owl, arrived this evening with his nightly delivery. This postcard may well be my favourite:
It informs me that the two delegates from the sanctuary are confirmed and preparing to travel to Hogwarts to participate in the lecture. They're seeking accomodations in Hogsmeade but I will ask Albus tomorrow if perhaps we might find them rooms in the castle. No need for them to have to stay all the way up in the village. I believe they will arrive the day before the lecture - he doesn't say who they are, though. Odd.
Am embroiled in something of a debate with Charlie Weasley. He seems to think that the Bludger defense of the Chudley Cannons far outmaneuvers that of the Caerphilly Catapults. I've no idea where he'd acquire such a notion; perhaps the dragon-breath fumes are finally getting to him. At any rate, as everyone with half a mind knows the 'Pults are far superior in every aspect to the Cannons, as evidenced by the Cannons' most recent and dismal loss to Puddlemere (oi, Oliver well done).
I think I shall be sending Charlie a detailed, play-by-play account of that match, which may take at least three postcards.
(Not a word, Sirius. Not one word.)
Also delivered by poor, long-suffering Vrbanus: another bottle of Sange Vin as well as a handmade fireproof balaclava. A curious item, I'm almost tempted to give it to Ron, as he is the more likely of us when it comes to the threat of incineration. (A joke - sorry, Ron.)
I must go. Sirius is currently molesting a rather testy jobberknoll and causing it to molt. This will not please Severus as he requires those feathers for his Veritaserum lessons, and I don't want him storming up here in a fury over ruined ingredients. He tends to frighten the doxies.
Buna seara.
As you may have guessed, a very bored, on-the-mend Sirius has called by my offices at this unseemly hour with the intent to pester me. Strangely enough, however, I am not bothered in the least. I could use the company; my tower has been feeling rather empty and quiet as of late. I blame the onset of the waxing moon.
I am, in a word, antsy.
Vrbanus, Charlie Weasley's owl, arrived this evening with his nightly delivery. This postcard may well be my favourite:
It informs me that the two delegates from the sanctuary are confirmed and preparing to travel to Hogwarts to participate in the lecture. They're seeking accomodations in Hogsmeade but I will ask Albus tomorrow if perhaps we might find them rooms in the castle. No need for them to have to stay all the way up in the village. I believe they will arrive the day before the lecture - he doesn't say who they are, though. Odd.
Am embroiled in something of a debate with Charlie Weasley. He seems to think that the Bludger defense of the Chudley Cannons far outmaneuvers that of the Caerphilly Catapults. I've no idea where he'd acquire such a notion; perhaps the dragon-breath fumes are finally getting to him. At any rate, as everyone with half a mind knows the 'Pults are far superior in every aspect to the Cannons, as evidenced by the Cannons' most recent and dismal loss to Puddlemere (oi, Oliver well done).
I think I shall be sending Charlie a detailed, play-by-play account of that match, which may take at least three postcards.
(Not a word, Sirius. Not one word.)
Also delivered by poor, long-suffering Vrbanus: another bottle of Sange Vin as well as a handmade fireproof balaclava. A curious item, I'm almost tempted to give it to Ron, as he is the more likely of us when it comes to the threat of incineration. (A joke - sorry, Ron.)
I must go. Sirius is currently molesting a rather testy jobberknoll and causing it to molt. This will not please Severus as he requires those feathers for his Veritaserum lessons, and I don't want him storming up here in a fury over ruined ingredients. He tends to frighten the doxies.
Buna seara.
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Yes, indeed, I'm quite the Quidditch fan, going back since 1964 actually. I can also say - rather proudly - that I've yet to miss a Quidditch Cup match. Some might call me obsessive, but they might themselves be called idiots.
Your offer is of course most kind - I should like to see Puddlemere sometime! I shall let you know, and thank you.
And please, I was only your teacher for a year, Oliver, and that was ages ago - call me Remus.
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And what's so wrong with having an obsession with Quidditch? I like my obsession quite well, thanks. *grins*
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See, that wasn't so hard, was it?
I have to agree with you about this journal project. It does take one back. I have to remind myself constantly to behave like a Professor and not a student; the students seem to have much more fun.
You won't hear any arguments from me about Quidditch obsessions. I'm fully in support of them, have been cultivating mine for over thirty years. Greatest sport in the world, as I'm sure you're quite aware of!
I hope professional life is treating you well. World Cup or Bust!