Today, I saw my Slytherins talking with Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs ... decently. I saw only a few spats, which is very few because usually they're at each others throats ( Read more... )

McGonagall's team won the bloody swimming contest. Bravo, old girl, bravo and all that. I honestly think she'd be happy but she didn't seem to care. I'm not exactly happy that McGonagall's team won, but the Slytherins on that team did exactly what I wanted them to do. Win. On the other hand, the Slytherins on my team did as well ... they were just ( Read more... )

I am unused to camping. Oh, the wizard tent I have is fine, but I don't like the idea at all. Students, running around with muggle contraptions they hardly know how to use, is not my ideal situation. My wizard tent is rather similiar to my chambers actually. Deeply polished wood, carpet ... It's not bad actually ( Read more... )

Amazingly enough, my day started out as a total fiasco. Ridiculously stupid, the first years took it upon themselves to try to pull the "glue on the chair" prank on me. A flick of my wand and I had the glue gone, the culprits up front (looking like a pair of idiots) and a detention slip in my hand. Gryffindors. Everytime, it has to be Gryffindors. ( Read more... )

My office is a very grim place. There's a stone floor, stone walls and only one window which casts an ever-white light over the room in a large beam. I have my oak desk, my chair and my bookcase. Then there is the door at the back to my chambers. Yes, my office is a very grim place. Many things have happened in this room. Some I like, some I don't ( Read more... )

I haven't left my dungeons for the past 2 days. I had my meals in my room and I spent most of the day going over my lesson plan and my potions stock. Ridiculously slow procedure that doesn't require alot of effort but takes a large amount of time nonetheless ( Read more... )

Swapping dorms?! I ask you, if you were Dumbledore, and in a perfectly sane state of mind, would you do that with a load of hormonal reckless teenagers?

Yes. Yes, you would. Because you'd be Dumbledore. And Dumbledore is barking mad. His sane state of mind is being totally, completely, barking mad. If he were in St. Mungo's, he'd be playing chess ( Read more... )

I've just had the very odd pleasure of meeting Mr. Peccato in Hogsmeade. Italian boy, very charming. I think he could charm the dementors of Azkaban if he had too. Note to self; Bring Mr. Peccato with me to Azkaban (if I ever do go ot Azkaban). Mr. Peccato was dressed in a plain black robe and it struck me that it almost looked like mine. But on ( Read more... )

Perhaps I shouldn't have threatened my students with the cane. It's a decidedly harsh punishment if someone loses points over this 'inter-house relationship' plan. But then again, with this punishment, they're not likely to do it again. And anyway, I get a secret laugh out of the looks on their faces when they live my offices. A secret pleasure, ( Read more... )

I really do despise Pomfrey and her ridiculous list of potions. At least I've finished. They're all stacked neatly in a crate, labelled and stoppered. Hah, take that you old cow. Being the despicable and nasty man that I am, I'm giving Poppy the potions late by two days exactly. It's expected of me ( Read more... )