The new Gilderoy Lockhart.
I was not amused when my pack of cigarettes transfigured itself into a copy of Wizard: Know Thyself. Nor was I amused when my pillow did the same thing. Nor was I amused when I found the pages I had torn out of Wizard: Know Thyself crammed beneath my chamber door. However, Professor Lupin has now gone too far. Today, as I fixed myself a Bloody Morgana, my drink swirled and turned into a particularly familiar looking face which began advertising Wizard: Know Thyself. If you do not relent, Remus, you will not Know Thyself from a flobberworm.
Perhaps Madam Hooch has been correct in her hypothesis that someone has slipped something into the Hogwarts water, for everyone is certainly in quite the abysmal mood lately. It would be most pleasing, if not for Professor Lupin, who continues to spread the word of love as if he were John Denver. This leads to only one assumption, which is the fact that Professor Lupin is the one slipping things into our water. No, I have not turned into an hysterical Hufflepuff, but even I have noticed that Lupin seems a bit too happy. Soon he will begin passing out "Make Love, Not War" buttons and sticking flowers in the ends of our wands.
Mr. Potter seems to have been particularly sour lately, for which I cannot be more pleased. Aside from the fact that he nearly broke one of my telescopes during the Sixth Years' lesson this week, I have noticed he has been grating Professor Snape's nerves especially. I just love it when that vein bulges in Severus's forehead. Mr. Potter, you may take two points for Gryffindor.
In other news, I spied something of great interest from everyone's favourite Charms professor. What is it that Flitwick recites like a mantra? Oh, yes. "Swish and flick." I am pleased to see he puts his theories to practise in privacy as well as in the classroom.
Perhaps Madam Hooch has been correct in her hypothesis that someone has slipped something into the Hogwarts water, for everyone is certainly in quite the abysmal mood lately. It would be most pleasing, if not for Professor Lupin, who continues to spread the word of love as if he were John Denver. This leads to only one assumption, which is the fact that Professor Lupin is the one slipping things into our water. No, I have not turned into an hysterical Hufflepuff, but even I have noticed that Lupin seems a bit too happy. Soon he will begin passing out "Make Love, Not War" buttons and sticking flowers in the ends of our wands.
Mr. Potter seems to have been particularly sour lately, for which I cannot be more pleased. Aside from the fact that he nearly broke one of my telescopes during the Sixth Years' lesson this week, I have noticed he has been grating Professor Snape's nerves especially. I just love it when that vein bulges in Severus's forehead. Mr. Potter, you may take two points for Gryffindor.
In other news, I spied something of great interest from everyone's favourite Charms professor. What is it that Flitwick recites like a mantra? Oh, yes. "Swish and flick." I am pleased to see he puts his theories to practise in privacy as well as in the classroom.