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odd_tea_leavesSalutations from the Beyond.
While in dire need of aid, my classroom in a shambles, only one stepped forward! Madam Mulier, elegant ambassador to the muggle realm, submitted a solution when the massive, gapping, crumbling hole in my wall was mentioned.
Marvelous thing!
A T-AH-RUH-P, she calls it.
Crinkling, and brilliant, nearly glowing, blue, it covers the hole entirely as if keeping out water were its only purpose in this wide world.
Outside of this most enjoyable development, I am up to very little worth note. The repairs on my desk are coming along nicely--though the front panel had to be replaced. The N.E.W.T. class’ divining flames will be replaced soon with crystal and map scrying. I’ve been daydreaming quite often; occasionally coming back to find the students a bit paler than when I drifted off. And, as I am currently resting my Inner Eye, I have seen nothing--one can only hope the ether has remained calm whilst my Eye is turned.
My third years are still watching me with queer expressions plastered about their faces.
...
I can’t imagine what I’ve been murmuring in my state of half-consciousness. Alas.
While in dire need of aid, my classroom in a shambles, only one stepped forward! Madam Mulier, elegant ambassador to the muggle realm, submitted a solution when the massive, gapping, crumbling hole in my wall was mentioned.
Marvelous thing!
A T-AH-RUH-P, she calls it.
Crinkling, and brilliant, nearly glowing, blue, it covers the hole entirely as if keeping out water were its only purpose in this wide world.
Outside of this most enjoyable development, I am up to very little worth note. The repairs on my desk are coming along nicely--though the front panel had to be replaced. The N.E.W.T. class’ divining flames will be replaced soon with crystal and map scrying. I’ve been daydreaming quite often; occasionally coming back to find the students a bit paler than when I drifted off. And, as I am currently resting my Inner Eye, I have seen nothing--one can only hope the ether has remained calm whilst my Eye is turned.
My third years are still watching me with queer expressions plastered about their faces.
...
I can’t imagine what I’ve been murmuring in my state of half-consciousness. Alas.
