|Current mood:|| confused|
|Current music:||"Fire and Rain" James Taylor|
I Dare Not Hope...
Well, I had hoped for a quiet summer, but it seems that I've not had that in the cards since the 1970's. One of my old students, who, through the machinations and twistings of fate, had
a)been accused of murder
b)been innocent of said murder
c)been imprisoned for twelve years in Azkaban
d)escaped in the form of a dog
e)tried to exact revenge on the man who had framed him and
f)fell through the f'ing veil in the Room of Death (could someone tell me why anyone in their right mind would keep something like that lying around?)
has apparently shown up in America, using a livejournal to look for memories. It worries me, because everyone is getting far too excited. Much of what has been said so far is not exclusive knowledge, especially given the nature of some of his enemies. I am advising severe caution, and hope that someone with more authority than I will be able to wrest the details of the investigation away from those who have emotional involvement in the situation. As much as I would like it to be Mr. Black, I dare not hope...