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Well. I'm sure we all know of the events that "arose" between Severus and Sirius Black at the latest Hogsmeade weekend. I myself could hardly be bothered to jump into the fray. Really, there are much better ways to spend your weekend. I would say I'd have rather spent my time star-gazing, but that is reserved for the weekdays. Had last weekend not been a Hogsmeade weekend, I would have enjoyed my time on the Strip. No, not the ghastly Strip you're thinking of. We'll leave it at that.
Back to the brawl - I couldn't help hiking up my skirt and joining the ruckus for a bit. And by joining the ruckus, I mean stepping over the limbs to have my Manhattan refilled. Madam Rosmerta simply removed the tray from her face and gave me a horrified look. As though during a brawl, one doesn't get parched?
That's that, fortunately. While Madam Hooch may have felt it appropriate to "let down her hair" (a phrase I use here to mean, "lower her goggles over her face and roll her sleeves over her biceps"), I'd like to think I'm a bit more lady-like. We can't all be as manly as Hooch and Narcissa Malfoy. Isn't that right, Remus?
A word of advice to my pupils -- if Ms. Brown and Ms. Patil show me one more astrological chart, I swear this tower will burn.
And speaking of the Astronomy Tower. Last night I found three students engaged in acts of saliva-exchanging. That's right, three. Not two. Not four. Not six. Not even a respectable eight. But three. Together.
I leave you with that.
Back to the brawl - I couldn't help hiking up my skirt and joining the ruckus for a bit. And by joining the ruckus, I mean stepping over the limbs to have my Manhattan refilled. Madam Rosmerta simply removed the tray from her face and gave me a horrified look. As though during a brawl, one doesn't get parched?
That's that, fortunately. While Madam Hooch may have felt it appropriate to "let down her hair" (a phrase I use here to mean, "lower her goggles over her face and roll her sleeves over her biceps"), I'd like to think I'm a bit more lady-like. We can't all be as manly as Hooch and Narcissa Malfoy. Isn't that right, Remus?
A word of advice to my pupils -- if Ms. Brown and Ms. Patil show me one more astrological chart, I swear this tower will burn.
And speaking of the Astronomy Tower. Last night I found three students engaged in acts of saliva-exchanging. That's right, three. Not two. Not four. Not six. Not even a respectable eight. But three. Together.
I leave you with that.