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006. Letters I've Written Never Meaning to Send
[Private - Or As Private as Standardized Test Scores Ever Are*]
Everyone is quoting philosophers all of a sudden. I sort of like seeing them every time I look at my journal, because I love philosophers, but having everyone else quoting the masters is making me feel very obsolete. It would be almost as if Sirius and James finally bought a dictionary and didn't need me anymore, which is a nightmare I had again three nights ago. Admittedly, it was an almost pleasant diversion from the recurring dream I've been having for at least the past month about Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. If I ever hear the word "consummate" again, it will be too soon.
I suppose the sudden ardency with which they throw out these quotations is due in part to some recent ministry legislation that has done absolutely nothing to still my concerns that there will only continue to be new legislation that affects me more directly. No one in my family talks about it, certainly not my mum. She just purses her lips and says that she doesn't like this new business, but it's nothing to be concerned about at this point. But it is. I wouldn't put it past them to start some legislation on werewolves, like that we will start having to wear a certain color of pendant around our necks, or a tag in our ear, or something of that kind. My subconscious is clearly trying to torture me, because when I'm not dreaming about Pride and Prejudice or being replaced by Merriam Webster, I sometimes dream about new legislation and numbers etched into my shoulder and being pout down and... things, I don't really want to get into it. There are other things to discuss.
In other news, I just received my OWL score report. I did a little bit better than anticipated in some areas, and a little bit worse than anticipated in others, but overall, I was not disappointed. I was actually thoroughly surprised by how I did on the Potions OWL. I passed! When I looked at the bit of parchment with my scores on them, I was so relieved I could barely even see straight. I didn't destroy anything on the test day, the potion was almost the color that I thought it was supposed to be, and I got an A on my practical, so I got an E overall. I'm actually so surprised that Sirius's help was useful enough to get me a passing grade that I almost feel a bit guilty about it. I guess I was just very distracted by something that evening and it went better than I remembered it going. Something must have sunk in. I really wish I could do something for him, given his current situation and everything he did for me - not the least of which being that bit where he saved me from falling to my death.
My mother was ecstatic about my Potions grade. My father thinks I'll "do better next time."
And with all this going on, I can't stop thinking about Sirius. Worrying about him is the better word, I suppose. Worrying about Sirius, because I know that being at home with his family is going to drive him not-so-slowly insane, but leaving doesn't seem like a much better option.
[/Private]
[Private Note to Sirius]
I passed Potions. I got an E in Potions. I passed, and I did well enough that I can take it next year. Which isn't to say that I really ever want to take another Potions class ever again, but which is to say that I will anyway because I can't really think of anyone who needs to quite as much as I do. Except, perhaps, for apothecary workers and Potions masters.
In any case, thank you so much. I have no idea how you did it, but it seems that I will live to melt a new and exciting generation of cauldrons on the NEWT level.
How are you?
[/Private]
And now for something completely different that I recently came across reading Dumas biographies.
"True, I have raped history, but it has produced some beautiful offspring."
-Alexandre Dumas
Have everyone's OWL scores come in yet?
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* Meaning, of course, that rooms full of strangers will have access to them and undoubtedly use them to exact your soul, put it under a microscope, chew it up, spit it out, and determine your value as a human being based on the way you answered a number of multiple-guess questions on a page.
[Private - Or As Private as Standardized Test Scores Ever Are*]
Everyone is quoting philosophers all of a sudden. I sort of like seeing them every time I look at my journal, because I love philosophers, but having everyone else quoting the masters is making me feel very obsolete. It would be almost as if Sirius and James finally bought a dictionary and didn't need me anymore, which is a nightmare I had again three nights ago. Admittedly, it was an almost pleasant diversion from the recurring dream I've been having for at least the past month about Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. If I ever hear the word "consummate" again, it will be too soon.
I suppose the sudden ardency with which they throw out these quotations is due in part to some recent ministry legislation that has done absolutely nothing to still my concerns that there will only continue to be new legislation that affects me more directly. No one in my family talks about it, certainly not my mum. She just purses her lips and says that she doesn't like this new business, but it's nothing to be concerned about at this point. But it is. I wouldn't put it past them to start some legislation on werewolves, like that we will start having to wear a certain color of pendant around our necks, or a tag in our ear, or something of that kind. My subconscious is clearly trying to torture me, because when I'm not dreaming about Pride and Prejudice or being replaced by Merriam Webster, I sometimes dream about new legislation and numbers etched into my shoulder and being pout down and... things, I don't really want to get into it. There are other things to discuss.
In other news, I just received my OWL score report. I did a little bit better than anticipated in some areas, and a little bit worse than anticipated in others, but overall, I was not disappointed. I was actually thoroughly surprised by how I did on the Potions OWL. I passed! When I looked at the bit of parchment with my scores on them, I was so relieved I could barely even see straight. I didn't destroy anything on the test day, the potion was almost the color that I thought it was supposed to be, and I got an A on my practical, so I got an E overall. I'm actually so surprised that Sirius's help was useful enough to get me a passing grade that I almost feel a bit guilty about it. I guess I was just very distracted by something that evening and it went better than I remembered it going. Something must have sunk in. I really wish I could do something for him, given his current situation and everything he did for me - not the least of which being that bit where he saved me from falling to my death.
My mother was ecstatic about my Potions grade. My father thinks I'll "do better next time."
And with all this going on, I can't stop thinking about Sirius. Worrying about him is the better word, I suppose. Worrying about Sirius, because I know that being at home with his family is going to drive him not-so-slowly insane, but leaving doesn't seem like a much better option.
[/Private]
[Private Note to Sirius]
I passed Potions. I got an E in Potions. I passed, and I did well enough that I can take it next year. Which isn't to say that I really ever want to take another Potions class ever again, but which is to say that I will anyway because I can't really think of anyone who needs to quite as much as I do. Except, perhaps, for apothecary workers and Potions masters.
In any case, thank you so much. I have no idea how you did it, but it seems that I will live to melt a new and exciting generation of cauldrons on the NEWT level.
How are you?
[/Private]
And now for something completely different that I recently came across reading Dumas biographies.
"True, I have raped history, but it has produced some beautiful offspring."
-Alexandre Dumas
Have everyone's OWL scores come in yet?
-------
* Meaning, of course, that rooms full of strangers will have access to them and undoubtedly use them to exact your soul, put it under a microscope, chew it up, spit it out, and determine your value as a human being based on the way you answered a number of multiple-guess questions on a page.