I've got my tools back, a fact I celebrated by repotting several bonsai. And I found my wand again and even managed to avoid having it bite me before I transfigured it back into a wand.

Life is good.

Still haven't found my wand, but I'm hopeful that Harry might be able to lay hands on it soon. ( Here's my Survey )

My panic over my garden tools turned out to be premature. Apparently when they "went up in smoke," Professor Dumbledore only meant that they disappeared from Goyle's custody and reappeared in Dumbledore's office--along with Goyle's chocolate box. Then we went to his office and he told us who are partners are, since we hadn't figured it out in time ( Read more... )

Well, it's nice to be back again, with the start of another New Year. Dean, thanks for visiting during hols--although, um, I have to apologize again for that scene we subjected you to on Christmas Eve. It was bloody awkward for you, I know, being in the middle of that. I felt really bad once I'd cooled down and discovered that you'd grabbed your ( Read more... )

I think that a good snowball fight would definitely improve everybody's mood. Harry could let out some pent up tension (not that I blame him in the least, worrying about Professor Lupin and all), and Ron could take a crack at flattening Malfoy, which would certainly cheer him up. Seamus needs to get the blood circulating again, because he's ( Read more... )

My month of detention is almost over. I've become extremely familiar with all the cracks and pits of the stones of the dungeons floor, after a month of regular scrubbing. It's a pity that becoming so familiar with the potions classroom floor does nothing to help me with potions ( Read more... )

The nightmares have stopped.

Huh.

Professor Black tried the Redige spell with me again tonight, and this time we made it work. After all those months of trying, I finally figured out the hypnotic trance, and when I imagined opening the curtain as he said the spell, I finally saw what was behind it.

I was there. I saw Mum and Dad. I saw them.

And now I remember everything.

For the first time in weeks, I feel totally rested. Unfortunately, this time it was the waking up that was the nightmare ( Read more... )

Running in the morning is a waste of time when you gain all the weight back--and more--by gorging on chocolate frogs.

Sure enough, Madam Pomfrey said no more potion. But I have to do something, or I'm going to fail all my classes. I'm just about propping my eyelids open with toothpicks, but nothing helps. But when I'm in bed at night ( Read more... )