First, I have a question for all of my Herbology students. Have you all done your summer reading? I expect that, for some few of you, the answer will be 'Not as such'. Those few students would do well to consult with their classmates regarding the materials. I intend to discuss them in class over the course of the next week or two; do try to be ( Read more... )

It appears to be another eventful summer. This year, rather than retreat to the cupboard teachers occupy during hols, I have squirreled myself away in the greenhouses. My special project- Greenhouse Three- proceeds apace ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I think that there is a fine line between extreme goodness and extreme evil. The urge to right wrongs, to issue retribution, is bound at its heart to be rooted (at least partially) in a notion of one's own essential rightness. Heroes must be cautious, because in the right lighting they can look an awful lot like the bad guys. In this ( Read more... )

Miss Abbott, Miss Lovegood, Miss Granger, Mr Longbottom, kind house elves, and all of you-

Thank you.

The cake was delicious, the sign is charming, and the beanie is admirable. Today has been a bright spot in this difficult year.

That is all, my dears.

The end of term is approaching. Therefore I have a number of academic reminders for my students ( Read more... )

First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who came to our little tea some time ago. It was good for the soul, in a profound sort of way ( Read more... )

I'm aware that you've quite a lengthy list of things to do just now, and a lengthier one of people to speak with ( Read more... )

If any of you would like the company, I'd like to come up to common room. I do try to let that space be yours, without faculty interference, but now ( Read more... )

To the miserable creatures who think they can abscond with innocent children,

I have a shovel, a compost heap, and some extremely hungry plants. Contrary to what you might believe, you will not be missed.

That is all.

It's a lovely day. The sun is shining. The birds are singing. My camelias are blooming, and they smell lovely.

Days like this make me miss Cedric Diggory.This afternoon, when my last class is finished, I am going to sit outside the greenhouse with some iced tea, enjoying the aforementioned camelias. Would anyone care to join me ( Read more... )