a series of unfortunate events
When will wonders cease? I will begin with the events that transpired last week. Despite the rather incredulous theories that Xiomara and Sylvia threw at me, I managed to have a rather productive week.
Received the latest issue of Periodic Poisons. I suppose that there are some interesting theories that I can pursue. Never let it be said that I have a shortage of research time. At this point, time is a commodity that I have a surplus of, to my chagrin.
I did attend the Animagus class last Thursday because as Head of House, I felt it my responsibility to be "in the know" about the interests of the Slytherin students. I admit that the subject matter was...intriguing, perhaps even quite promising. However, I do not believe, upon further reflection that this particular subject needs further pursuit. Personally speaking, of course.
I digress. I was going to try to have a few words with Professor Black, but somehow time got away from me and I left before I was able to do so. I needed to make preparations to leave for the weekend. I know that Lucius is looking out for Draco's best interest, but I felt it my duty to speak on Draco's behalf. Lucius was very gracious in allowing me to stay the weekend. Needless to say, Draco will remain at Hogwarts for the rest of his academic career. Should he decide to pursue a university degree, then we shall cross that bridge when we come to it, but for now, Draco remains.
Normally, it would have been a pleasurable relaxing weekend. This was not to be, however. As I was leaving for the weekend, Sirius Black caught up with me and we had a brief...conversation. Needless to say, it was enough for me to think on. So much that I was distracted over the course of the visit. Lucius was naturally put off, and I cannot in all honesty say that I blame him. It was most impolite. I felt that it was...in the best interest for the both of us that I depart Sunday morning rather than Sunday evening.
I did seek out Professor Black when I returned only to find that he was not in his quarters. Instead I opted to mark essays for the second and third years. After having lunch delivered to my office, Xiomara paid a visit. I was rather surprised as she is quite selfish and intensely jealous of her free time on Sundays. She had some rather...tumultuous news. Of course, she did tell me for the sake of our friendship. It was rather unfortunate news, however it was best that I know. Of course it was best that I know.
The world is a very small place, indeed. I find it rather amazing that no matter where you go, you will always find yourself there. That probably makes no sense to anyone save myself. Secrets can never really be kept. However, I suppose that something familiar is better than something uncertain.
I do not know what Albus is thinking. I receive a most urgent owl from him this afternoon. He seems almost fanatical that Professor Black and I continue our Anger Management therapy. With a reluctancy that surprised even me, I trudged to Black's quarters to inquire what evening would be the best. I find that with my upcoming research project, and the fact that I am neglecting my dear Sylvia and Xiomara, that time will be very short indeed.
With the Animagus class, Thursday nights are out of the question. I'd rather not have to sacrifice my weekends. So, I suppose that Wednesdays will work best. Early evening, of course. I cannot afford to have late nights during the week any longer. I have been horribly remiss with my responsibilities. I feel the urgency of the "publish or perish" pressure upon me once again. Yes, I will be most busy.
I find that I am most unenthused with the fact that I have to assign a detention to Ravenclaw for Potter's mishap in Potions last week. I must meet with the Headmaster about this as well as Professor Flitwick. Perhaps it is fatigue, but I find that even the thought of making Potter miserable to be extremely tiring and not satisfying in the least.
I believe I hardly have the energy to really concern myself with the Anger Management sessions. However, if the Headmaster insists, I suppose I will have to grin and bear it. It isn't even that I have quite the aversion to attending so much as I feel hardly anything akin to anger. In fact, I find that I feel nothing at all. Perhaps it is the fatigue speaking.
Good night, Hogwarts.
Received the latest issue of Periodic Poisons. I suppose that there are some interesting theories that I can pursue. Never let it be said that I have a shortage of research time. At this point, time is a commodity that I have a surplus of, to my chagrin.
I did attend the Animagus class last Thursday because as Head of House, I felt it my responsibility to be "in the know" about the interests of the Slytherin students. I admit that the subject matter was...intriguing, perhaps even quite promising. However, I do not believe, upon further reflection that this particular subject needs further pursuit. Personally speaking, of course.
I digress. I was going to try to have a few words with Professor Black, but somehow time got away from me and I left before I was able to do so. I needed to make preparations to leave for the weekend. I know that Lucius is looking out for Draco's best interest, but I felt it my duty to speak on Draco's behalf. Lucius was very gracious in allowing me to stay the weekend. Needless to say, Draco will remain at Hogwarts for the rest of his academic career. Should he decide to pursue a university degree, then we shall cross that bridge when we come to it, but for now, Draco remains.
Normally, it would have been a pleasurable relaxing weekend. This was not to be, however. As I was leaving for the weekend, Sirius Black caught up with me and we had a brief...conversation. Needless to say, it was enough for me to think on. So much that I was distracted over the course of the visit. Lucius was naturally put off, and I cannot in all honesty say that I blame him. It was most impolite. I felt that it was...in the best interest for the both of us that I depart Sunday morning rather than Sunday evening.
I did seek out Professor Black when I returned only to find that he was not in his quarters. Instead I opted to mark essays for the second and third years. After having lunch delivered to my office, Xiomara paid a visit. I was rather surprised as she is quite selfish and intensely jealous of her free time on Sundays. She had some rather...tumultuous news. Of course, she did tell me for the sake of our friendship. It was rather unfortunate news, however it was best that I know. Of course it was best that I know.
The world is a very small place, indeed. I find it rather amazing that no matter where you go, you will always find yourself there. That probably makes no sense to anyone save myself. Secrets can never really be kept. However, I suppose that something familiar is better than something uncertain.
I do not know what Albus is thinking. I receive a most urgent owl from him this afternoon. He seems almost fanatical that Professor Black and I continue our Anger Management therapy. With a reluctancy that surprised even me, I trudged to Black's quarters to inquire what evening would be the best. I find that with my upcoming research project, and the fact that I am neglecting my dear Sylvia and Xiomara, that time will be very short indeed.
With the Animagus class, Thursday nights are out of the question. I'd rather not have to sacrifice my weekends. So, I suppose that Wednesdays will work best. Early evening, of course. I cannot afford to have late nights during the week any longer. I have been horribly remiss with my responsibilities. I feel the urgency of the "publish or perish" pressure upon me once again. Yes, I will be most busy.
I find that I am most unenthused with the fact that I have to assign a detention to Ravenclaw for Potter's mishap in Potions last week. I must meet with the Headmaster about this as well as Professor Flitwick. Perhaps it is fatigue, but I find that even the thought of making Potter miserable to be extremely tiring and not satisfying in the least.
I believe I hardly have the energy to really concern myself with the Anger Management sessions. However, if the Headmaster insists, I suppose I will have to grin and bear it. It isn't even that I have quite the aversion to attending so much as I feel hardly anything akin to anger. In fact, I find that I feel nothing at all. Perhaps it is the fatigue speaking.
Good night, Hogwarts.