Staff Room

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.