Today the repulsive fluids they've been forcing on me appear to have done their job, in respect to one part of my body at least. My voice, although never quite as lovely as Severus's, has returned so I can voice-post on my own and not bother Poppy with it. (I mention Severus because I hear him right now, and I'm so glad I do ( Read more... )

This is just Poppy Pomfrey again, because Xiomara was sleeping so fitfully before the second potion and I'm worried about the poor dear. She's so upset about Professors Lupin and Snape-- she kept talking about how they was prepared and she wasn't, even though she always said she would be. I keep telling her, there is no way you could have known and ( Read more... )

This is Madam Pomfrey. It's supposed to be a free few minutes for me to drink a bit of tea, because young Seamus is so capable and I haven't slept since this whole debacle began, but Xiomara is very upset and it seems this is the only way to get her to calm down and stop pawing at her bandages and take her potions properly ( Read more... )

Since Severus and I sent Alarico off on an exciting tropical Muggle curse-- er, cruise-- things have been pleasantly quiet. My brother, of course, was full of dire nonsense during his entire stay, but he was probably just thinking about his own future. I am sure at this very moment he is surrounded by grass skirts, seasickness, lurid neon flower- ( Read more... )

Severus Snape is a god among wizards. I will never speak poorly of his intellect again.

My journal has become merely a lackluster record of the now-daily horrors Alarico inflicts on me. This is deeply depressing not only because I'm starting to become acclimated to the deeds of that infernal man but also because it is interrupting my usual non-posts about other people who don't have the same last name as me. (Right now, for example, I ( Read more... )

Right, so I hereby formally apologize for anything Alarico (the rather loud man running about the castle loose insulting everything he sees, including potted plants) might say or has already said to any of you, students and staff ( Read more... )

The absolutely unthinkable has happened. I cannot imagine what that man was thinking when he decided to come "pay me a little visit" at my place of employment.

What's more, he contacted Dumbledore before he came, whereas he didn't even send me an owl to let me know he was coming. He's stayingIf you hear anguished and/or squelchy sounds coming ( Read more... )

Getting "cocktailed" with Sibyll, Severus, and Sylvia last evening was certainly interesting. I'm still picking debris of bar nuts and pulpy fruit material out of Sibyll's hair. Fortunately all of the crushed ice melted fairly quickly ( Read more... )

So, the Ministry is being completely and utterly useless; students are cracking under the pressure of life and turning to depraved activities like fort-making for sport; and Severus is lost under a pile of brightly colored wires. I went down to the dungeons to offer him assistance, as Sirius seems to have left him in the lurch, but the steam coming ( Read more... )