Benny Goodman does the soul good. I think by tomorrow I'll feel as fine as a rain shower in a sweltering desert.
Aug. 11th, 2008
Aug. 4th, 2008
late evening of 6 September 1975
I've been formally discharged from the Hospital Wing thanks to whomever decided to bombard the corridor outside the wing with dungbombs. Who would have thought the stench could make it past a heavy defense of my cold symptoms? Must have been high quality dungbombs, or a massive amount in quantity.
It's nice to be out of Pomfrey's fretting and fussing and mothering range. Not that I'm thanking or proverbially shaking the hands of the individual or individuals responsible, mind you. Filch has quite the mess to clean up, poor bloke.
( For Marauderly Eyes Only )
It's nice to be out of Pomfrey's fretting and fussing and mothering range. Not that I'm thanking or proverbially shaking the hands of the individual or individuals responsible, mind you. Filch has quite the mess to clean up, poor bloke.
( For Marauderly Eyes Only )
Jul. 22nd, 2008
5 September, 1975
The dreary weather and my immune system had a nasty scuffle, and of course with my feeble defenses the weather won, leaving me with a cold. I'll spare everyone the unpleasant details - it's hard to write complete sentences as it is. Feels like my head's full of lumpy bricks rolling hither dither.
Time to debate how I'm going to make it to the Hospital Wing without falling over or passing out in a corridor. If you see a heap of robes on the floor, you'll know who it is. Just keep walking on your merry way - I don't want to pass this misery onto anyone.
Time to debate how I'm going to make it to the Hospital Wing without falling over or passing out in a corridor. If you see a heap of robes on the floor, you'll know who it is. Just keep walking on your merry way - I don't want to pass this misery onto anyone.
Jul. 11th, 2008
September 2, 1975
This week has been something so far, hasn't it?
It's barely even begun, but already the corridors seem to be alive and permeating with either one of two topics: The madman on the platform, whose popularity hasn't waned in the slightest since the Prophet released a sensational picture. It's widely this no one can seem to stop talking about, but I can't whinge. I'm guilty of finding some of the theories too amusing to complain.
Then, there's the almost seemingly forgotten event of the two new professors, Professors Prewett and Prewett. It's like the underground conversation of the corridors. It's there, but you have to squint and strain to see or hear it, and as soon as you do, it's gone and lost to a flutter of giggles. The giggles came from me over-hearing something about rings, or the lack thereof them? I won't presume to know what they were talking about, but I have some inkling. I think.
( Warded private to Sirius )
It's barely even begun, but already the corridors seem to be alive and permeating with either one of two topics: The madman on the platform, whose popularity hasn't waned in the slightest since the Prophet released a sensational picture. It's widely this no one can seem to stop talking about, but I can't whinge. I'm guilty of finding some of the theories too amusing to complain.
Then, there's the almost seemingly forgotten event of the two new professors, Professors Prewett and Prewett. It's like the underground conversation of the corridors. It's there, but you have to squint and strain to see or hear it, and as soon as you do, it's gone and lost to a flutter of giggles. The giggles came from me over-hearing something about rings, or the lack thereof them? I won't presume to know what they were talking about, but I have some inkling. I think.
( Warded private to Sirius )
