Journal 045

[forever_alight]

Thank Merlin for drying charms. My robes this week have been saturated and I'm sure I would've been lost without them.

Summer's supposed to be on it's way and I'm failing miserably trying to remember what it felt like to be warm. The Common Room is my only salvation, I think.

Comments

[library_books]

Now what could have made you stay outside long enough so that you positively drench yourself?

[forever_alight]

Nothing. Herbology. Walking to and from the greenhouses. Among other things.

[library_books]

Professor Sprout isn't one to typically make her students stand outside in the rain, regardless the lesson.

[forever_alight]

Well, no, but. The ground is wet and it makes the bottom of my robes dirty.

[slanting_eyes]

I shall have to bring along a warmer cloak. But cold spring rain suits you beautifully.

[forever_alight]

A wet cloak, no matter how finely made, does nothing to keep in any heat at all.

You shouldn't. Don't.

[slanting_eyes]

I'm sure I can think of a charm to fix that. And I do owe you, as far as lending out cloaks go.

[forever_alight]

That's true.

[abitskeptical]

You could light yourself on fire? I'm sure that would remind you.

[forever_alight]

Thank you for the suggestion, Smith. I'll pass on that one.

[abitskeptical]

Really? I guess that's too bad, then.

[forever_alight]

Why? Do you have a penchant for things that are charred, Smith? I wouldn't put it past you.