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[odd_tea_leaves]

Honestly! I do not often descend from the spindled, purifying heights of the North Tower to check the goings on of my unsighted colleagues, but when I do there is a certain level of innate expectation.

Not even the sight could prepare me for the onslaught of gossip and the hundreds of identical...talking...clippings pertaining to Severus and myself.

I suspect this is heavily the fault of Minerva, Mr. Fred Weasley, and Pomona going to stop immediately. I cannot imagine that this is in any way good for Severus's blood-pressure the children.

And I do believe I will have to start grading more harshly on certain students if this continues on such a scale.

On an unrelated note:

The fifty-inch parchment on the properties of seeing stones is due TOMORROW rather than next week, that is all.

Comments

[odd-tea-leaves.livejournal.com]

I find that an exerpt from the only Wizard accepted Muggle tome is in order:

To dazzle. The first definition of which is thusly:

To dim the vision of, especially to blind with intense light. To become blinded.

I believe the answer you wish lies there. Professor Snape is not likely to blind me unintentionally. You, on the other hand Mr. Weasley, seem intent on that very thing with your leather pants and the like.

[gredisgreat.livejournal.com]

So you are dating him!

[odd-tea-leaves.livejournal.com]

It was merely a comparison, Mr. Weasley. Read not into that which is not present.