( Private )

Daddy's been swamped with letters and articles from all over with theories on what could have happened, both with the earthquake and the Azkaban breakout; there ought to be a special edition Quibbler out shortly. Perhaps even two. But because he's so busy, he hasn't had the chance to come and take me home yet ( Read more... )

A one word definition for hard work, late nights, and being regretfully tardy for some of my prefect rounds: OWLs.

Saturday has never looked so welcome nor so far away.

( Private to Professor Lupin )

These people just keep signing their names to everything. That's not very tactful, but then who is to say that they're using their real names anyway. I'm still not quite sure what they're saying, or why they feel the need to spend so much money on parchment to get their ideas out. I'm really not sure what to make of this, but if it keeps up, ( Read more... )

It's now less than a month until O.W.L.s and I still have quite a bit of work to do. So I'm not sure if I'll be attending the party this weekend. I'm not quite good at them. And as it is, I'm most likely taking off this coming Tuesday from studying.

( Private to Harry Potter )

Did anyone else get the odd tract pamphlet from Angus McFearsum? My father got an extra one and sent it along to me. He wants to know what I, and other people, think of it. Perhaps the Prophet could look up its subscribers and see if Mr McFearsum is among them. I doubt he's a subscriber to the Quibbler, but I'll suggest it to Daddy. As it is, ( Read more... )

( Private to Lavender Brown )

Things I've been up to ( Read more... )

I'm feeling better and should be back in classes tomorrow.

( Private to Ronald )