Pansy and her armful of obscenely colourful gifts disappeared to the hospital wing to play fetch with Professor Black.
Thusly, I have nothing better to do than update my journal.
I could read up for the Animagus class but that would be taking initiative.
And that simply cannot be.
The class is, like the rest of the school, a waste of time.
It is equivalent to learning the history and theory of swimming before learning how to swim.
Exactly what purpose it does serve, I will never know.
Not to mention, one of the professors kept smiling at me, the same way she usually does to Miss I Must Be Right Or I Will Surely Die.
It is very creepy.
Stop it.
However, the antics of
The Angsty Trio entertains me so.
Do carry on.
M. B.