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In a few moments, I am about to go and rouse Mr. Malfoy from his enchanted slumber. And why would I do this on a Sunday morning? Because it is the worst time for a detention that I could think of. And what, pray tell, is this horrid thing that I must enforce? Why it is the nightmare of any wizard or witch.
Mr. Malfoy shall have to serve in the manner of an ordinary house-elf. I certainly do not envy him. However, I am of the belief that Mr. Malfoy is strong enough in character to overcome this minor inconvenience.
Minerva and I are once again locked in an impasse. Whether Mr. Malfoy remains a Prefect or not is at stake. We have exhausted all the game boards in the school and we've played every card game we could think of. We are in a dead heat so to speak. This is most irritating, as this issue has been going on for weeks. I wouldn't be surprised if the Headmaster suggested "Paper, Rock, Scissors" next.
Sylvia finally recovered and I was allowed to return to my normal life. In a way. I have absolutely nothing to say about my carrying-on over the past couple months. Just let it be known that it was only a temporary lapse. I don't know if I can honestly say that I'm better, but I can say that I am feeling like my old self again, which is comforting considering that it appears that I was a completely different person for a while.
I cringe at the thought of the upcoming holidays. One can only hope that everyone actually has a place to go. Looking after hormonal teenagers is not my idea of a relaxing time. Even giving detention is starting to lose its appeal. No, that can't be true. It must be the fatigue speaking. Yes, that's what it is.
Mr. Malfoy shall have to serve in the manner of an ordinary house-elf. I certainly do not envy him. However, I am of the belief that Mr. Malfoy is strong enough in character to overcome this minor inconvenience.
Minerva and I are once again locked in an impasse. Whether Mr. Malfoy remains a Prefect or not is at stake. We have exhausted all the game boards in the school and we've played every card game we could think of. We are in a dead heat so to speak. This is most irritating, as this issue has been going on for weeks. I wouldn't be surprised if the Headmaster suggested "Paper, Rock, Scissors" next.
Sylvia finally recovered and I was allowed to return to my normal life. In a way. I have absolutely nothing to say about my carrying-on over the past couple months. Just let it be known that it was only a temporary lapse. I don't know if I can honestly say that I'm better, but I can say that I am feeling like my old self again, which is comforting considering that it appears that I was a completely different person for a while.
I cringe at the thought of the upcoming holidays. One can only hope that everyone actually has a place to go. Looking after hormonal teenagers is not my idea of a relaxing time. Even giving detention is starting to lose its appeal. No, that can't be true. It must be the fatigue speaking. Yes, that's what it is.