[[ooc: Slightly late, this will have been posted Thursday morning]]

Well, that was an interesting week. I’m currently sleeping in what I presume was an under-stairs cupboard and is now freezing; as a result, I think my knees are inverting. I don’t suppose anyone has any advice on how to wedge a lanky frame into such space without generating ( Read more... )

Books are heavy. Although it is quite interesting to be able to locate every muscle and tendon in my arms by ache alone.

Locked to the Order I suppose. [[ooc: Re-locked, and it works now]]Books aside ( Read more... )

In biro, on the back of a postcard in the shape of a Humorous Welsh Sheep, slightly tea-stained and jammed into an old bill envelope, along with a large packet and a smaller note in spidery scrawl:Hey-up, thaumic niece of mine! Been a while, sorry about that - impromptu trip to Wales for Hallow’s, and time drains damn fast down a pint glass. ( Read more... )

Today is inept day, apparently.

Well, that failed quite wetly spectacularly. Apples seem to dislike even temporary tranfigurations into a more leathery form. As for the resulting attempt at Scorgify - I didn't know it was possible to give yourself mild facial carpet burn by knackering a cleansing charm. It'd be interesting if it didn't itch ( Read more... )

Happy belated Haloween!

Yes, Atkins, you were the only one who noticed my robes and ears were a bit different that evening. You can stop calling me Spock now, please.

In unrelated queries - does anyone have any spare moisturiser? I've been bathing in it, damn near run out. I can offer chill-chocolate in exchange.

Private

Project notes -

It works!
Sort of ( Read more... )

I’m starting to suspect that the evaporation part of the transpiration cycle is broken. On the plus side, dad’s finally remembered about writing to me again and sent instruction for an interesting Caribbean variant on the Impervius charm, tweaked for rainfall best described as ‘downpour’ rather than ‘precipitation’.

It's... Potent as an ( Read more... )

Locked to ex-students

I have gained fresh respect for the teaching profession. How anyone manages to go for two weeks, let alone an entire career’s worth of time without cursing an entire year group into paralytic silence, I will never know.

Note to students taking the defence workshopsThere were some items left behind after the last session, ( Read more... )

Is it me, or is there a lingering scent of ammonia in the corridors?

Does this have anything to do with what that deranged Bellatrix woman was interweb-yelling about. Exploding dung? Impressive dietary faux-pas if true.

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Something smells off, and olfactory oddities are only one bit of it. Three… no, two Professors down - Sprout has ( Read more... )

Fresh term, fresh intake, and fresh realisation for Diane that she is freakishly tall. That, or the average height of 11-year-old wizarding folk is decreasing by a significant percentage every year. Is this what it feels like to be old?It's strange to think back to my own Sorting, somewhat overshadowed by tales of aeronautical automobiles though it ( Read more... )

Note to self: In future, do not:

a) Make a journal password entirely of random letters and numbers, with no useful aides to memory.
b) Having made such a password, think that writing the sequence on one's forearm is the best way of keeping it close.
c) Having written on the forearm, have odious bovines inflicted upon oneselfmilk cows, getting ( Read more... )