East Window
Jun. 13th, 2004 03:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
odd_tea_leavesRolanda surely must be instructing the first years! That, or today I have found a child so devoted to the Divine that he could not simply bear the time to walk up the stairs.
Needless to say, my east window is irreparable, as is the mosaic on the wall beside it, and the house elves have yet to clean out the copious amounts of glass and plaster that have covered my classroom. The broom embedded in my desk, however, I will deal with personally.
Normally, this would be a sign from the Fates that my students should align themselves with the natural elements...but, given the current, shall we say, bleak weather I am not certain.
Today the lower level students seemed, at first, to be relieved because of the freeness and cool nature of the wet air pouring in from the east, but quickly they grew to miss my calming incense and drew themselves up beside my desk and fireplace.
They did, however, bring their love of divine flame to my attention, but alas, I cannot permit it as I have foreseen their final exam--flame divining will only be on the N.E.W.T. final!
I lament for them, but they will dry out both in body and in heavy spirit very soon.
The N.E.W.T. students, hopefully, shall not be so weighted down by the rain. I shall see when the class arrives a bit later.
Alas, the wind has removed several of my eagle's feather quills from my possession. Ah, cruel fate!
Needless to say, my east window is irreparable, as is the mosaic on the wall beside it, and the house elves have yet to clean out the copious amounts of glass and plaster that have covered my classroom. The broom embedded in my desk, however, I will deal with personally.
Normally, this would be a sign from the Fates that my students should align themselves with the natural elements...but, given the current, shall we say, bleak weather I am not certain.
Today the lower level students seemed, at first, to be relieved because of the freeness and cool nature of the wet air pouring in from the east, but quickly they grew to miss my calming incense and drew themselves up beside my desk and fireplace.
They did, however, bring their love of divine flame to my attention, but alas, I cannot permit it as I have foreseen their final exam--flame divining will only be on the N.E.W.T. final!
I lament for them, but they will dry out both in body and in heavy spirit very soon.
The N.E.W.T. students, hopefully, shall not be so weighted down by the rain. I shall see when the class arrives a bit later.
Alas, the wind has removed several of my eagle's feather quills from my possession. Ah, cruel fate!
