Last night I found a large amount of animal hairs in my Tower, along with the sound of trainers quickly running away. Heaven help us if the pupils of Hogwarts are our future ( Read more... )

I thought the day would never come, but it seems it has at last. Severus has finally put his own House in a List. Professor Snape would have made an excellent dictator, I must say. I haven't seen a dictatorship this stringent since my days at Hogwarts under my Head of House. All Severus needs now is a toothbrush moustache and he shall resemble ( Read more... )

If ever in my elder years I take the moment to look back upon my youth with reflection and begin my memoirs, I believe this chapter will be entitled, The Horizontal Hustle. For horizontal has most certainly been my frequent position over this past weekend, and I do not care to remove myself from it in any way. Fortunately, keyboards are simple to ( Read more... )

It seems that my years as the Astronomy professor at Hogwarts have been ill-spent. I have spent far too much time dedicated to being horrified at the idea of fifteen-year-olds learning the facts of life in my Tower. Apparently, it is actually the professors who really have a penchant for stumbling through the birds and the beasts in public forums ( Read more... )

My oh my how the lightweight have fallen.

I shall keep my advice to you short but sweet, Severus.

For hangovers, the best remedy I have to offer you is the old but sweet Hair of the Dog (That Bit You). Do feel free to do the same dog you did the night before, Severus, to get rid of that nasty post-coital hangover. A good old Hair of the Dog has ( Read more... )

Dreadful, dreadful, all of these mishaps and Sibyll Trelawney never warned us in advance. What a surprise. I should think that if I were a 'Seer', I would warn children in advance when I knew they were going to be caught in duels and tangles with animals. Ah, but I suppose it is that she is a Sadist. Or perhaps she is just a fraud. Who would ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Unfortunately, it is Monday morning and I am awake. Why I bother to get up at such dismal hours is beyond me. I quite like having a nocturnal schedule, and it is rather convenient for one whose classes are held only after dark. I normally prefer to spend my evenings awake and my days in rest. However, the Headmaster wishes to speak with me ( Read more... )

Lucius "Looshie" Malfoy has decided to send his condolences to me via his latest "live"journal entry. I do not know why he was reading my journal so closely that he remembered my precise phrasings a few days later. Perhaps he is remembering what women who aren't made of silicone are like. It is a shame that we make such great mistakes when we ( Read more... )

As I have now put some distance between myself and the (rather traumatizing) events of the Bleu Ball, I can now relate my view of the experience adequately ( Read more... )