|Current mood:|| anxious|
|Current music:||"Flight of the Bumblebee" Ironic...|
Two weeks to go, and I barely have any time to think. The house-elves keep badgering me about the Feast; they're worried that someone in the school will be...I don't know, someone who doesn't eat meat, vegetables, bread, fats, oils, and I kept trying to tell them that someone like that would probably be dead anyway, at which point...
Everyone's been helping out with the work, so that's been lovely. But there's still far too many things that only the Headmistress can handle. Maybe I should just abscond and move to Ireland. That'd show them.
No, I'm not retiring. I'll wait until after my first year. But I am showing a very distressing tendency to wake up as a cat. Is it possible that Mittens feels that I'm too stressed? Hermione, do you have any research of that type on Animagi? I'd love to see it. And Molly, are we still on for today? If we are, just track me down and drag me away from whatever I'm doing. I'm sure it'll be fine.