A funny thing happened last night. I slept. I slept well
. I haven't slept well in . . . six weeks? I woke up and thought maybe I had died, for the peace was so disconcerting -- but here I am, walking around, breathing, not in a dream state, and not dead or comatose. I pondered why this has happened, and I really don't know. Perhaps it's because I'm too tired to be afraid anymore. I expect I'll not sleep at all tonight.
Hogsmeade was all right. I haven't been since February and I was really excited to go, but while I was walking around town, it didn't feel refreshing or invigorating -- it was as if I'd been there yesterday. Nothing has changed, excepting maybe the displays in Madam Malkin's and Quality Quidditch Supplies. I really wish they'd stop with the orange motif in QQS for Autumn. There are tonnes of other Autumnal colours to choose from -- such as green and silver, for example.
So . . . Hogsmeade. Justin and I hit Flourish and Blotts straight away, per usual. Zach, I'm glad you came too. It's good to spend time with you, you know. But . . . I didn't like it really when you pretended you didn't know about my bracelet. I just thought that was a poor attempt at humour, really. We get along so well -- let's just try and . . . get along, all right? Anyhow, there's this section in Flourish and Blotts where they sell mind-bender puzzles and logic games of all sorts, so I bought a game for Nathaniel, for when he wakes up -- it's called Omnis
. In Omnis
, you set out the playing board and all the pieces; however, instead of rolling gobstones or dice, there's a small crystal ball which is placed in the center of the board. When it's your turn, the spirit of a great thinker is summoned through the crystal ball, and he or she speaks directly to you! You have to debate, pontificate, eshew, and argue your way to being allowed to move your game piece! It's brilliant fun, and I really think Nathaniel will like it once he's awake and convalescing. And I can play it with him while he's in hospital. Mrs. Warrington is a really fine lady. She's been very kind in letting me sit with Nathaniel as often as I'd like. Professor Snape? Is there anything I can do to assist you in helping Nathaniel to wake up? Anyhow, I also bought a new book for Draco: Whomping Willows and You: A Critical Care Guide
by Igotta Bruze (I really think that's a terrible penname).
I saw a very interesting person ducking into Spirit and Glug's -- I hope this means what it should
mean! And yes, that means you
I didn't see Millicent or Draco all day, and Blaise and Justin went off later to QQS, but I wasn't about to go there, owing to all the orange
, so I instead visited Madam Puddifoot's and had an ice cream sundae. Theo was having an ice cream sundae too, but on the other side of the room. Probably no one else wanted to visit Madam Puddifoot's because today was so unseasonably chilly, and not many people like ice cream on a cold day. Then I followed Theo out of Madam Puddifoot's and we walked down the main road to Magical Menagerie -- I managed to step on Theo's heels all the way into town, and he walked clear out of his shoes twice! I didn't want to go into Magical Menagerie, though, so I stopped into the nursery and bought a carton of live Happy crickets for my Dementor orchids, and some decorative branch ribbons for my little Japanese maple. I bought one giant Cyclops fly for Maurice; it weighs two stone.
And I really don't know why some people are so bloody territorial! Especially in a public place. Public meaning: ANYONE CAN BLOODY GO THERE! It's not my
fault The Three Broomsticks was overcrowded -- what do they expect after keeping us cooped up in the sodding castle for near a year?! So, sorry Weasley, Granger, and Potter, that yours happened to be the only table in the whole place with a spare chair. Oh, and sorry I spilt your Butterbeers. Twice. So sorry. And I'm so sorry about the snot-inducing cayenne which mysteriously found its way into your gravy -- I don't know how
that could have happened. After all, my dinner was quite mild! And the Happy cricket incident was most unfortunate. I do apologise! It was so cold today, my fingers were just so clumsy, owing to being partially frozen practically. Anyhow, after the three of you stopped making a spectacle of yourselves it was much calmer. I still don't agree with what you said about the theory behind the dark arts -- I still don't think one is truly well-versed in Defence unless they thoroughly know exactly what it is that they are fighting against. One can't really know about the dark arts -- and presumably how to defend against them -- if they are ignorant of a given dark spell's history.
There's a TA meeting tonight, I've decided. Meet on the pitch.ETA:
In my next entry I shall attempt to NOT FIGHT WITH MY DEAR FRIEND
JUSTIN FINCH-FLETCHLEY! Can it be done? Will we succeed? We shall see, friends and fellow classmates. The topic of discussion I have chosen is: DUST. Honestly, Justin!
I'm feeling: okay
Music In My Mind: the hospital wing