| Minerva McGonagall ( @ 2004-12-27 22:20:00 |
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| Current music: | Menudo - Ay Amor |
Imagine my surprise during tea this afternoon, when a rather large bird flew through my window to land on my teapot with a postcard tied to its claw. After a quite intense round of charades, it became apparent that the bird came to me because it could not get through the wall of steam surrounding the Headmaster's bathtub. Really, Albus, you have to get out sometime. Pruned is so very last season.
It took another three minutes to detatch the card from the bird, and five more to clean up the mess from my broken teapot, as they do not make good launch points for oversized tropical birds.
It seems our missing professors, both of whom I'd assumed they were hiding in their respective rooms, pining away romantically from the loss of the other, are missing no longer and congratulations are in order. Just after they apologise for running off without telling anyone, especially the person who should have been in the wedding in the first place, that is.
It's going to take more than a postcard for me to forgive you, boys.

Well. Perhaps not.