I wonder what Sirius and James have been doing with their holiday at James'? Evidently James' family has no computer, or we should probably be hearing updates on the number of children they've terrorized with enchanted snowballs ( Read more... )

Packing up and off to James' tomorrow on the train. May Remus have fun with his fifth year minions while we are gone, and hopefully Peter won't eat the whole kitchen, either ( Read more... )

I really do wish I wasn't so prone to illness. Really, a night of 'flu shouldn't prevent me from taking classes all week. Fortunately Peter is a wonderful boy, and though I have more classes in common with Sirius and James, Peter takes the better notes. Not to say that Sirius and James didn't bring me absurd amounts of homework and candy, because ( Read more... )

And just when I thought Sirius had left Shakespeare behind him, he ups and starts recruiting people for a January production of Midsummer Night's Dream. To which I have one thing and one thing only to say: I absolutely refuse to be Titania. I shall be anyone else Sirius wishes, though I am not so much a fool as to start listing characters I am ( Read more... )

I can feel Christmas. It's in the air, I can smell it everywhere, even down in the potions dungeons and up in the astronomy tower. I really bloody love December ( Read more... )

I cannot possibly say how relieved I am that the Christmas hols are in less than three weeks now. We can finally stop worrying about these rediculous love potions. According to Hugh, there was even at least one girl after me, which is of course absolutely silly; I can't possibly imagine why they even notice me when I spend most of my time with ( Read more... )

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Shakespeare is excellent. Really, really excellent. Incredibly Muggle too, of course; boil, boil, cauldrons and things, honestly. It's funny, at any rate. This next one we'll be doing, once I'm finished with my transfigeration essay that's due tomorrow, is 'Hamlet', which Moony says is a good one. Tragically it appears to be, like Macbeth, horribly ( Read more... )

Yesterday's study session went rather better than Tuesday's. For that I have in particular two people to thank; Hugh, for being wonderfully considerate (especially taking into account what Diotima was saying ... really, you'd think she'd learn); and Charles, who brought all of us a number of biscuits. Actually, I suppose in this vein I also have ( Read more... )