Zacharias T. Smith, as I am the most organised one of us (which doesn't say much), I have made a list to keep track of things we need to do. There are a few, small details I think we need to figure out before we can make arrangements for, you know, life. Or something like it.
Therefore, here are the things we still need to figure out:
(1) Where? As in, did we ever decide where we want this flat to be? Floo, portkeys and apparating allow for so many options.
(2) Did we decide on a flat?? I remember talk about manors, castles, burrows - although that last one might have been the rum talking.
(3) Jobs? Okay, so you have the Quidditch thing. Git.
... Okay, maybe that list wasn't as long as I figured. But the indecision, along with those frantic owls from my mum, make them seem more important.
Current Music: True Faith ~ New Order of Merlin
Happy Birthday Blaise! Current Mood:
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright...
This journal isn't the best place for me to wish you a happy birthday and give praise to the wonderful person you are, so dripping green drops and a few lines of poetry will have to do for now. But after classes and all that nonsense we will have some birthday fun.
Current Music: Good Old Fashioned Loverboy ~ Queen
Obviously I have been going about things the wrong way. When in need of a
bondage striking leather face mask, nick a kite. I haven't started my Christmas shopping, but this could be a start. Should I start taking orders? Just to see who is interested - otherwise I'll look into other purchases such as books, Quidditch supplies, the usual...
The holidays are upcoming and it seems so different from last year. So much has happened and so much has changed, but at the same time it doesn't seem like last December was so long ago. At least Hufflepuff Quidditch is on an upswing. I've said it before and I'll say it again - WICKED, HANNAH, JUST BLOODY WICKED!! I can say "I told you so" to you as well, correct?
Hmmm, what to do with a Monday night. I should probably revise, but I feel like procrastinating. I suppose some things never change.
Things I Like About Being In Slytherin, Thus Far:
* Green, not Pink.
* Not having to sneak in.
* Conversing with Maurice.
* Personal tours of the dungeons.
* Not being struck down. Yet.
* The Overwhelming Irony
Things That Are A Bit Dodgy About Being In Slytherin, Thus Far:
* Having Goyle as the one showing the boys around. Hello???!!! Goyle??
* The fact that I haven't been struck down yet. HA.
Gryffindor has obviously lost its mind. Why am I not surprised? On the other hand, I find myself thankful I don't have to end up there for this house swap. I've been musing on it the past day... Slytherin and then Ravenclaw. It seems rather apropos - perhaps things coming full circle for this final school year?
Who knows. Regardless, I have to agree with Ernie. The kicker really is swapping Quidditch teams and such. That ruins our whole strategy! I'm not sure how thrilled Zach is with his assignments. He hasn't remarked on them much other than Quidditch grumblings and a few things under his breath. Have you, Zach? Ha! Quit glaring at me like that. Sour never looked good on you.
I think it will be interesting to have different house mates for a week, but I notice there's the occasional person I'll be with both weeks. I'll have to make sure to really work on that
I was looking forward to the mini-break, but I didn't realise how much I missed being in Oxford until I was back there. It's been ages, truly, considering I was last there over the Christmas holidays. So much has happened and I feel quite different than I did then, but nothing in Oxford ever truly changes. The students wondered around in between classes, choosing small bookshops and cafes to lounge around in instead of the commons because of the rain. Zach came over for dinner on Friday and afterward we walked around the city. It was refreshing running about in the dark, catching site of the gargoyles on the buildings as we wound our way through one of the graveyards. See, Pansy? I got him out of the library. Who would have ever guessed that would have been an issue?
I had some interesting talks with my father about various subjects, a few of them involving school assignments, but I was quite thankful not to be a Potions' student. I think mother was just happy to have me home and around finally. She kept smiling at me, especially when she thought I wasn't looking.
There was a quick excursion to London, but alas, that was the only time I left Oxford and I didn't get to spend time with everyone I wished. I know some people didn't have much free time, even away from the school, but hopefully that can be rectified this week.
No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear. For fear being an apprehension of pain or death, it operates in a manner that resembles actual pain. Whatever therefore is terrible, with regard to sight, is sublime too, whether this cause of terror be endued with greatness of dimensions or not; for it is impossible to look on any thing as trifling, or contemptible, that may be dangerous. Current Mood:
~Edmund Burke, A Philosophical Enquiry into the Origin of Our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful~
I was skimming a few of my books today to kill some time and I came across this. It reminded me of what is going on now. I thought Warrington would be someone who would find it interesting, but that's not an option right now. The thing is, when I first heard about the battle and then campaign to be interim Heady Boy I was a bit surprised. Now I think I'm simply... disgusted. Suddenly certain people are so eager to scramble for his position as if it's not the slightest bit inappropriate. I'm not exactly friends with Warrington, but I was raised to show a little more respect and decorum.
People are swarming the position like vultures, and frankly, I don't see the appeal. What's so wonderful of picking up extra rounds and duties for a few days? After all, I'm sure by the time someone actually gets elected, Warrington will be waking up with the others.
Usually I would be one to go on and on about the importance of voting and all that, but at this point I'm feeling very apathetic. I know Zach is feeling it too... the temptation to not bother voting at all is strong. Sorry, Ernie. It seems to me there are more important things going on anyway. I'm just glad none of you were on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team two years ago. There probably would have been a petty argument over who could be the new captain.