Samantha, you get back here and unlock this window right now, you hear me? I mean now.
Nownownownow. And just in case you decide not to check this at Zoe's house for once, or in case you do check and decide to ignore this, if you're not back here in fifteen minutes, I'm sending an owl to get you. Wizarding secrecy be hanged; I want off this roof and I want off now.
And don't even try to tell me about how I'll catch it from Mother for being on the roof trying to catch your
cat, because if I'm not down soon, you'll be catching it even worse for stealing my computer and stashing it up here as you obviously have done. Unless you get right back here and unlock the window.
Am I completely clear?
ETA: I have gotten down from the roof, and now I would appreciate it if no one ever, ever
mentions this to my parents. At least not until Samantha and I are both grown witches who can defend ourselves against our parents' righteous anger. Because, while I am not in the least sorry for sending that owl after Samantha, and while it did turn out all right anyway, I really don't think our parents will see it quite in the same light. And so we've decided that they don't need to know any of it.
I did not really -- I mean --
I am a bit shocked, to tell the truth.
Leverett, of course, was not re-hired to teach Defense next year.
That will be me, instead.
I am... going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts class. That has not quite sunk in yet.
Next year is going to be absolutely
(I have also been informed as to who is replacing Azoth as Potions Master, but really none of the professors are supposed to be announced before the opening feast. I am only mentioning that I will be teaching because, well, there was really no way I could keep from telling all of you. Besides, I am entirely sure you would all have found out somehow.
The point remains; next year is going to be completely mad.)
That was very
Give me back my Beatles tapes!
Well, that was an interesting party, to say the least. I think I still have yet to fully recover. For that matter, I think most of my friends have not yet begun to recover. Poor things; first they had to deal with my acceptance of a date from James, then with my actually enjoying the date, then with more dates, and now this.
James, I don't know what got into you.
It being the day after the last exam (EVER, in our dear Marauders' and Lily's cases) I propose it be spent partying in the Room of Requirement.
Hugh and I being unable to raid the kitchen, we'll leave that up to you guys and we'll set up the Room. Everybody's invited (even outside our group, if that's alright, although certain persons
would probably do well to stay away).
I figure we can start the party after breakfast and see how long we can make it last before the teachers say "Enough!"
Thank all the gods, I'm finished with my exams (the last one for the fifth years is Arithmancy on Monday, but I don't take that)!
With my blessed free-time I've been exploring the new passageway in the Common Room. Minda was nice enough to cast a little spell around the entrace so people don't even notice it unless they already know it's there, so only she and I (and Jenyae and Chaeyz) can see it presently.
I was right-- there are other passageways connected to the chamber.( A rather long descriptionCollapse )
I hied off to the common room then, to avoid Minda sending people in after me. I expect this will be my project for the last month of school.
Ugh, I despise Potions. I will not
be taking that class next year, even if Flamel promises to tell the secret of the Philosopher's Stone to the whole class!
I'm joking, interesting as immortality would be.
At least I got to explore a litte yesterday, and I'll have the whole weekend-- Monday is History of Magic O.W.L.: boring but easy. Cicero seems to prefer the passageway and hidden study (I'm calling it a study; I've no idea what type of room it technically is) to the common room so I visit him there. He likes sushi.
Also I think I may have found new paths in the study. I think they must
be there; where else could Cicero have come from? Mine were the only footsteps in the dust that covered the floor that first time, and there was a lot of dust.
I'm torn between looking for these other passages and looking at the study itself. The books are written in a language I don't understand. I thought it was Old English at first, or Latin, but it isn't. The only other tongue I recognize is Norwegian, and it's not that. And I can't take the books out of the study, I'm afraid they'd crumble to dust when outside the preservation spells. They are very, very old. I think I will try tonight to copy down what I can, and spend tomorrow looking for the new routes.
I think I know where one is definitely. I'll start there tomorrow.
Minda forbids me to go exploring any further tonight unless I'm simply studying the books in room. Paranoid
Minda. Not every hidden chamber is a trap, and there is so much that could be hidden!
In one hour--right after breakfast--my Theory of Astronomy O.W.L. commences.
Which means that the practical will be tonight.
I will not panic.
I will not panic.
I will not panic.
I will simply remember everything Minda has taught me about Astronomy and shock our Astronomy professor into incoherence.
P.S. The DADA O.W.L. was pathetically easy. Granted, it wouldn't have been if not for Professor Lupin (about three-quarters of it came from portions of the book we never even covered in class), but considering that I managed to fill two-and-a-half extra rolls of parchment with all the information I learned in study group, I don't think Leverett will be able to say that I cheated. At least not convincingly.
And I eschewed all controversy. This time.
I asked the Grey Lady about the secret passageway; she said it's been here as long as she has but the last person to use it was a boy called Cicero about 150 years ago. I assume he must have put a preservation spell on the room for it to be in the good condition it is now.
Chaeyz and Jenyae and I will be going down together in a few hours, and I suspect the cat will too. He needs a name, even though I don't know if he plans to stick around.
ETA: Chaeyz suggested I call the cat Cicero, after the boy who used the room. Minda looked obliquely pleased when she heard this and began quoting some ancient Muggle writer, so I guess Cicero it is.