There's a party at Angelina and Roger's tonight. Possibly we shouldn't go, given the amount of arithmancy I have to do this weekend, but it would be a shame to ignore Halloween altogether, and Harry has grand plans to appear as a talking skull.

Have been going to bed a good two hours before Harry, and getting up before him as well, due to all this arithmancy, and cetera; but he has taken to tucking me in, as it were. The adorableness knows no bounds.

One of the other fellows at the TRC has a new tattoo: a projection of the hypercube (four-dimensional cube). It rotates slowly as he moves his arm . . . Rather impressive charm work on the shading, really ( Read more... )

Worked on arithmancy for about 14 hours yesterday. By candlelight. At least I know I'm not wasting my time.

Draco and Ginny dropped by yesterday, in the middle of some lengthy and complicated pilgrimage to the shrine of one of the founders of Bellomancy. This meant I had to spend the morning in a frenzy of cleaning; I tend to treat my living space rather like my clothing, in that as long as it doesn't incur violent criticism, I don't pay attention to it ( Read more... )

Have nearly finished algebraic methods problem set. Am worrying that my courses are insufficiently challenging; but I suspect things should pick up. And I ought to be reading further ahead, anyway.

Courses began today. All the arithmancy courses are in a building which seems to be built like a maze; there's an intricately carved wooden pillar in the middle of the classroom where I spent most of today. The Manifolds professor asked me not to answer questions after the first five minutes or so, but I was unable to restrain myself; they're ( Read more... )

Tried to talk to Harry about the whole journal thing today. Was essentially stonewalled, with the remark that, "I don't think talking will fix anything." Which it might not . . . But I know not talking isn't working. Damn boys.

Had a nice little chat with a Greek fellow in Applied Arithmancy about Plato last night. In general, though, it appears that arithmancy is about to consume my life. Still facing the prospect of specialisation with some trepidation.

In some fit of inspiration, Arabella Figg sent Harry and me beef-jerky tea only slightly less strong than the sort Ron has. Ron tells me that he tried using some of the tea in his packet to make Chinese tea eggs; but Percy dropped by, decided any sign of Ron cooking was sinister and bound to explode, and threw the whole thing out. Still, Ron ( Read more... )