. . . .K-I-S-S-I-N-G. . . .
Well. There certainly was no tree that I am aware of. However, the rocking motion of the air supplies enough of a tree-like atmosphere that the song does not require a rewrite.
Our unfortunate little Sevvie had quite the evening last night, he tells me. I laughed myself quite silly over the idea of it all. Severus was less than amused; however, I can never tell the difference between his face of merriment and his face of aggravation, as they are one and the same. A chisel, perhaps, to offer some dimples, or at least a curve at the corners of his mouth, would be helpful. Otherwise I may be forced to begin calling him 'Stonewall Severus.'
I am actually quite looking forward to this year's Lantern Festival, if only because of the idea of Severus folk-dancing. I am rather certain that with a few butterbeers and some gentle prodding, he will be cutting a regular rug with the children. I shall have my camera at the ready.
While Severus was trundling about last night, I myself was the unfortunate witness to an Astronomy lesson of the Gryffindors. Ms. Patil and Ms. Brown, while well-intended, never fail to create a complete disaster in their class. For whatever reason it may be, the only constellations they seem to enjoy pointing out are Gemini and Aquarius. They do not care for the fine subtlety of Cassiopeia. They do not care for the black holes spotted with the finest telescope. They do care, quite a bit, that Venus is awfully bright tonight. I am certain that they belong in the Forbidden Forest with the centaurs, if only for their incessant grooming habits alone.
I enjoyed a quiet evening in my Tower afterwards, and managed to catch a pair of fifth year Slytherins who were clearly Up To No Good. I think that the twenty-three points taken from Slytherin were quite nice of me. Surely if Professor McGonagall had been the one to find them, it would have been one-hundred-and-twenty-three. I imagine, however, that she was far too busy getting entangled with Mrs. Norris.
Our unfortunate little Sevvie had quite the evening last night, he tells me. I laughed myself quite silly over the idea of it all. Severus was less than amused; however, I can never tell the difference between his face of merriment and his face of aggravation, as they are one and the same. A chisel, perhaps, to offer some dimples, or at least a curve at the corners of his mouth, would be helpful. Otherwise I may be forced to begin calling him 'Stonewall Severus.'
I am actually quite looking forward to this year's Lantern Festival, if only because of the idea of Severus folk-dancing. I am rather certain that with a few butterbeers and some gentle prodding, he will be cutting a regular rug with the children. I shall have my camera at the ready.
While Severus was trundling about last night, I myself was the unfortunate witness to an Astronomy lesson of the Gryffindors. Ms. Patil and Ms. Brown, while well-intended, never fail to create a complete disaster in their class. For whatever reason it may be, the only constellations they seem to enjoy pointing out are Gemini and Aquarius. They do not care for the fine subtlety of Cassiopeia. They do not care for the black holes spotted with the finest telescope. They do care, quite a bit, that Venus is awfully bright tonight. I am certain that they belong in the Forbidden Forest with the centaurs, if only for their incessant grooming habits alone.
I enjoyed a quiet evening in my Tower afterwards, and managed to catch a pair of fifth year Slytherins who were clearly Up To No Good. I think that the twenty-three points taken from Slytherin were quite nice of me. Surely if Professor McGonagall had been the one to find them, it would have been one-hundred-and-twenty-three. I imagine, however, that she was far too busy getting entangled with Mrs. Norris.