The feathers of a flightless bird...
I've had the most aggravating past week. First I black Colin's eye, then he won't talk to me because he's afraid Ron's going to give him another one. I've been quite nervous in Transfiguration, and I'm still working on that bale of straw. I'm starting to wonder if I didn't mess up my brain getting hit in that Three Broomsticks fiasco. Oh, I know I didn't. But it seems so very difficult to concentrate lately and it feels like I can't do anything right.
I do have a lovely bunch of Diricawl feathers, though. They're soft and clean and I tied them together with a pink hair ribbon whose partner I lost a while ago. Ron told me this morning about the baby unicorn Professor Lupin delivered; it almost doesn't seem like a punishment to witness an event like that. I rather wish I could have been there.
I haven't anything else to say, but I'm not ready for bed yet. I think I'll go get Dante and watch the chess game that's been going in the common room.
I do have a lovely bunch of Diricawl feathers, though. They're soft and clean and I tied them together with a pink hair ribbon whose partner I lost a while ago. Ron told me this morning about the baby unicorn Professor Lupin delivered; it almost doesn't seem like a punishment to witness an event like that. I rather wish I could have been there.
I haven't anything else to say, but I'm not ready for bed yet. I think I'll go get Dante and watch the chess game that's been going in the common room.