the small things in life are free
It has been very stifling. I have no idea why I am so on edge today, more so than usual really. Perhaps it is these infernal Anger sessions that I am forced to attend with Black. Perhaps it is the asinine "confrontational exercises" that I am forced to complete in the accompanying manual. Perhaps it's because I just want to be away from Black and all of his Gryffindor nonsense.
He is too brash. He is too undisciplined. He speaks without thought of the consequences. He is, simply, too loud. I wonder if this is something that is inherent in Gryffindors. Ravenclaws are not like that. Hufflepuffs maybe be boisterous every now and then, but it's not a constant state of noise. I do not envy Minerva's place. She may be Deputy Headmistress, but she still needs to deal with those Gryffindors on a much more personal level.
I thank Merlin everyday that I only need deal with those exhausting creatures during Potions. If I had to deal with them anymore than that, my head would surely split open from the headache they would bring merely by existing.
Just when I had hoped that Potter would have learned from the peer pressure plan that I thought up, he continues to prove every point I had. He is too coddled and indulged. Today, I caught him staring blank-eyed while I was going over a very delicate brewing technique. I suspect he hadn't heard a word that I said. So, I quizzed the class over the lecture. If they were paying attention, it would have been an easy quiz grade to bring up their already abysmal percentages, and I refuse to grade on a curve.
Everyone who had not been asleep or who had bothered to take notes that were halfway decent managed to score at least an eighty. However, Potter scored an abominable forty. Forty! I have to let Minerva know. And I will show her the rest of the papers that her students turned in. There will be no questioning me. I have run out of students to give detention to in Potter's year. So the next step is to give detention to all of Gryffindor House.
Minerva will be most displeased. I'm quite looking forward to it. She develops this odd ticking in her left eye when students behave irresponsibly. It is at times like this, that I wish that muggle video recorders worked at Hogwarts, as I feel that this should be something that would merit being memorialized. It is the small pleasures in life that make this less than desirable job worth it.
He is too brash. He is too undisciplined. He speaks without thought of the consequences. He is, simply, too loud. I wonder if this is something that is inherent in Gryffindors. Ravenclaws are not like that. Hufflepuffs maybe be boisterous every now and then, but it's not a constant state of noise. I do not envy Minerva's place. She may be Deputy Headmistress, but she still needs to deal with those Gryffindors on a much more personal level.
I thank Merlin everyday that I only need deal with those exhausting creatures during Potions. If I had to deal with them anymore than that, my head would surely split open from the headache they would bring merely by existing.
Just when I had hoped that Potter would have learned from the peer pressure plan that I thought up, he continues to prove every point I had. He is too coddled and indulged. Today, I caught him staring blank-eyed while I was going over a very delicate brewing technique. I suspect he hadn't heard a word that I said. So, I quizzed the class over the lecture. If they were paying attention, it would have been an easy quiz grade to bring up their already abysmal percentages, and I refuse to grade on a curve.
Everyone who had not been asleep or who had bothered to take notes that were halfway decent managed to score at least an eighty. However, Potter scored an abominable forty. Forty! I have to let Minerva know. And I will show her the rest of the papers that her students turned in. There will be no questioning me. I have run out of students to give detention to in Potter's year. So the next step is to give detention to all of Gryffindor House.
Minerva will be most displeased. I'm quite looking forward to it. She develops this odd ticking in her left eye when students behave irresponsibly. It is at times like this, that I wish that muggle video recorders worked at Hogwarts, as I feel that this should be something that would merit being memorialized. It is the small pleasures in life that make this less than desirable job worth it.