I have no idea what's got into the faculty. Apart from going at it like knives, to a one they've gotten infernally touchy. No sense of humour at all. Snapping at each other at the slightest provocation. Poor Gilderoy. And I, for one, will likely be receiving a death threat or two by next owl post. Why, Remus nearly bit my head off in his eagerness ( Read more... )

Spring must be in the air, February or not! I cannot believe how much lovey-doveying has been going on of late. The whole blasted faculty is acting like a gaggle of teenagers. The reckoning, as near as I can make it, goes something like this:

1. Remus and Severus are, as I long suspected, shacking up ( Read more... )

Everyone seems to be dreading the approach of Valentine's Day so. It's really quite funny, if one is of a mind to find the anguish and despair of others entertaining. I'd determined to sequester myself in the Broomsticks and drink gin until my eyeballs floated, but the mood of the faculty in general seems to be so deliciously glum that I think I ( Read more... )

Wonderful practise with Ravenclaw today, it's quite obvious that they're very keen on ending the Slytherin-Gryffindor cup war this year. They may well be able to pull it off, come to that. Some very cunning tactics from them ( Read more... )

Remus Lupin's back on the staff and already making a menace of myself. He's irritated Estelle and molested Poppy, neither of which are good signs of things to come. Far be it from me to take a page from Severus's old book--since it seems that the surly bastard has had a truly inexplicable change of heart regarding him--but I'm of the opinion that ( Read more... )

Affairs at the parlor this evening did NOT go well. A very young client came in with a pair of round horn-rims tattooed directly onto his face, as well as a small reddish lightning bolt in the middle of his forehead. He had the courtesy to look suitably ashamed. They were quite fresh--apparently after having them put on in a moment of butterbeer- ( Read more... )

It seems that Katie Bell has gone and gotten herself--how do the French say it? Se mettre en cloqueA pity, really. The girl was a fine Chaser. A bit tentative, I thought, never really got over her fear of the bludgers, but certainly professional calibre for all that. And now she's gone and thrown a promising career with the Chudley Cannons right ( Read more... )

All work and no play gives Althea a nasty headache. Time for a hot bath and a vodka limeade.

Those Hufflepuffs ( Read more... )

What a clever little device.

At any rate, I suppose I ought to say something or other, but for the life of me I can't think of a thing. What do I look like, someone who needs to be published periodically to maintain their tenure?

I thought not.

One of my artists down at the parlor has been giving me absolute fits. Muggle-raised, so you know how ( Read more... )