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Looks like Thomas is off! I got to do some big & noisy stuff--that was fun--plus a couple of strafing runs in the air that I'm not sure did much.

Hiding now--hoping to pop up and get them after me again, lead 'em on a wild goose chase.

Footsteps--got to stop writing n
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Ugh. So fucking tired. I really need to stop letting Zabini and Thomas get to me.
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It's lovely to hear from you, and I really wish I had time to write here or owl but I just can't. They're working us really hard this week and I have to be more focused than I've been. Not to be paranoid or anything--but I think it's possible that we might need to use some of this stuff for real eventually.

But we should have a wonderful long tea or something when I get back and tell each other all the news--I'll miss those teas when I go back to school in the fall. It'll be odd to be limited to these books and owls and the odd Hogsmeade week-end.

Ta for now!
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Got your owl!

The thermos was an absolutely brill gift--those cooling charms have been saving me all week.

I wanted to write you earlier, but it's been completely mad around here. This trip has been a nightmare, honestly--I'm going to have to restrain myself from jumping for joy when we Portkey this lot back to New London and the waiting arms of their parents tomorrow evening.

I've cursed the name of Umbridge so many times this week! With everything else going on, I didn't really pay much attention to what the younger years had been doing in YPL last term, and it turns out that they've learnt absolutely nothing about wilderness survival. Marching and singing patriotic songs was a higher priority, apparently, and it's not as if most of their lessons were very practical either. The first day loads of them showed up with packs that were positively stuffed, then whined when they had to carry them, but didn't want to share with the 1 or 2 halfbloods who didn't have nearly as much.

We've had 3 times as many poison oak incidents as last year, not to mention the sprained limbs, the lost orienteering groups we've had to retrieve, and the rained-out tents because someone forgot to put up the waterproofing charms! Macmillan and I have been working together pretty well, fortunately; there's some tension from last term still, but we're both kind of agreeing to pretend it never happened. But with two badgers as senior counselors, we've had to work extra hard to avoid showing favouritism; I understand why that's needed, but I really wish I could spend more time with the kids I think of as my former first-years, especially Chelsea Abbott.

Enough of my tales of woe, though. Congratulations on getting into the Daughters of the Protectorate! I know it's not hugely your sort of thing, but at least it'll look good at job interviews and such. And I'm sure you look amazing in your gown.

And anything that makes your mum happy enough to change her mind about letting you get a flat is worth celebrating! I can't wait to see it! And maybe, er, christen it sometime when Octavia's away for the weekend.

I'm going to sleep for days when I get back, but after that, I'd love to make plans.

New Week

Feb. 10th, 2013 10:42 pm
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I feel like my brain is going to explode if I revise any more! I hope this parchment is good enough, because I've been staring at it so long I've practically gone cross-eyed.

But I'm not complaining, we've had loads of fun things going on, like revue practise and YPL and most especially Hogsmeade.

Somehow being out in the village feels different from being in the castle, even if you're seeing the same people. We're less divided by House or year, and sometimes you can be surprised by a conversation with someone you've never really talked to much before, as well as having familiar good times with old House friends and others.

And of course, it brings out everyone's high spirits: whoever slipped Hiccup Sweets into my Honeydukes order had better watch his their back--I have a Nose-Biting Teacup and I'm not afraid to use it!
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It has really flown by!

We've had our first rehearsals for the spring revue, and I'm really excited about singing the part of Agnes! We're still in the early stages though--no pun intended! Mr Krumgold had a lot of notes for me, so I have a lot to work on. I just keep reminding myself that he wouldn't have chosen me for the part if he didn't think I could do it.

In some ways, though, I think the people who have the hardest job are going to be our costumers and stagewizards. They're making us look like real Hogwarts students from different eras, and Greengrass and Moon are putting a lot of effort into making everything look authentic!

And of course, all of us in O.W.L. year this year are already starting to think about our exams in the spring. I'm trying to think about them just enough that to be diligent in my revising and not so much that I start to panic!

Our YPL project in the village schools should be interesting, although I suppose there won't be time to paint murals or anything like that, which would be wizard. My mum owled me to say that she thought a group might be coming to her school in New London, even though it's not technically a village.
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Hey, Perks,

Have Featherstone and Mackrell been causing any more trouble since you caught them the other day?

I've got Andie Haley looking out for Caroline--she's well-liked, and even if she weren't, people seem less likely to start mischief around her, on account of being Professor Siz's niece I suppose.

Oh, I've got to run--I hear screaming. I'm pretty sure they're just terrifying each other with Dame Drusilla's Darke Tales of Doome again but I should go check to be sure.

Were we this bad? Scratch that--no one's got into a smuggler's cave this year, so they're still ahead of us.
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It was a pretty brill weekend overall, even without Hogsmeade--really, it was a bit of a wrench getting back to lessons today.

I went flying Saturday morning, just me and Valkyrie; she's been looking a bit ragged of feather lately and I wanted to spend some time with her. I think she misses visiting her friends at Professor Grubbly-Plank's owlery, now that she's teaching here.

Solo flying is sometimes the best thing in the world, just flying out over the lake in the morning sun with the little wavelets far below.

Ms. Pencarrow was pretty wizard at the YPL meeting; she had loads of really interesting stuff to show us on the Hogwarts portrait tour. We stopped at this amazing room on the way to Gryffindor tower that's absolutely stuffed full of portraits, and I thought right then that it would be a great spot for the Tea.

That was Sunday, and a good time was had by all, I hope! My scarf still looks a little twitchy, as if it's lonesome for its time as a top hat.

Thanks to the Slytherin portion of the membership for the monocles and moustaches--did you get those at Zonko's?

The games with the portraits mostly went well, although we might have had an easier time getting down from the tower if someone hadn't called Sir Cadogan a pea-brained pillock!

Those portraits must have some way to communicate with the moving staircases, that's the only explanation I've got.

Still, if everything went normally, it wouldn't be Tea Time of the Strange!

After all that fun, it had better be a life of revision for me--we've got 12 inches to write on the theory behind Wit-Sharpening Potion before we start brewing it, argh.


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