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Dinners [23 Apr 2003|11:19am] mood : happy music : Streak Of Madness ( private ) parchment

Overthinking [08 Apr 2003|09:39am] mood : confused music : Devin's Theme - I Arise from Dreams of Thee ( private ) parchment

Thoughts [06 Apr 2003|05:17pm] mood : jubilant music : Dancing Light - Sonnet #XXIX It's amazing how your world can turn topsy-turvy in a span of days. I've grown more comfortable with the idea of others in the castle. Already, the place has begun to grow lighter and livelier, and I begin to believe that by the time the students arrive in September, we might just be able to rekindle in Hogwarts the glory of its past. Minerva tells me that Herbology finally has a teacher, though she has not yet mentioned a name. I must also admit that I wonder precisely how cursed Defense Against the Dark Arts will be these days. I think I've grown almost comfortable around Bill Weasley. We will likely never be the best of friends -- we are both far too prickly for that -- but I believe the agreement we came to the other night will work towards something of a truce between us. But around him, I feel Ron's absence most acutely. It must be a Weasley thing . . . he's nothing like the Ron I know . . . knew . . . and yet, I feel comfortable around him. Or mostly feel comfortable around him. There are times . . . I must remember to send Ron a thank you owl. ( private ) parchment

[01 Apr 2003|10:10am] mood : confused music : La Mer I had dinner with Harry the other evening. It was very nice. During our first dinner, he'd been more exhausted than anything else. This one, however . . . it felt, at times, like the years simply melted away into nothingness. It felt like none of the intervening events had happened. I suspect, in those moments, if Ron had been there as well, my life would have felt almost perfect. In other times during the meal, I was acutely reminded of just how much has changed. Somehow, the reminders always managed to catch me off-guard. I suppose we'll never go back to being the innocents we once were. At least we are together once more. It helps me, knowing he is around the castle instead of off in some unknown location. Harry and I talked of care packages, too, and he gave me the idea for the lovely handkerchief inside Severus' latest care package. They turned out rather well. I've sampled a few myself. ( private ) parchment

Contemplations [30 Mar 2003|10:17am] mood : contemplative music : Moonlight Sonata As I was making tea today, it occurred to me that had I truly understood the depth and power of potions, I might have chosen that field to work in. Now, I blame this misunderstanding on no one but myself. Severus has explained to his first-years every year that there is a subtle but powerful magic to potion making, when done properly. I rather wish now that I could remember the exact speech. Alas, as most first years, I was too preoccupied with fact to research meaning. Admittedly, my eleven-year-old's prejudices also got in the way. Thank Merlin I've grown out of those. Then again, had I gone into potions, I likely would not have remained at Hogwarts all these years. Somehow, I suspect that potion-making is often a solitary art, which is why I do my best not to bother Severus when he is in the middle of a batch, unless he wishes my help. Pointless contemplations, of course, but they do rather keep the mind occupied. I sent a couple of owls out to Oliver Wood over the last few days. Seems a little strange, I suppose. We were never close, of course, but he was a Gryffindor, and these days, I think I'd prefer to talk to as many Hogwarts alumni as possible, even if I can sometimes end up more a bitch than a friend. I should probably send a care package to Severus sometime soon. Who knows how he's faring where he is? I believe I shall set that up this morning. I've a dinner with Harry tonight, if he's finally awake enough to attend. I'm rather looking forward to it. It will be our first real chance to catch up. 5 notes on parchment

And that's that [29 Mar 2003|08:41pm] mood : disappointed music : Magh Seola ( private ) parchment

Take Two [29 Mar 2003|12:53pm] mood : hopeful music : You're My Home ( private ) parchment

Postponing [28 Mar 2003|08:56pm] mood : disappointed My head hurts now. It's really not fair! Severus had to postpone. He didn't give a reason, but it must've been important of course. I'll be in the library if anyone needs me. I've work to catch up on. parchment

Nerves [28 Mar 2003|06:10pm] mood : nervous ( private ) parchment

Ugh, Insomnia [28 Mar 2003|05:05am] mood : shaken Just when I think I'm going to get a good night's sleep, I've nightmares. Details are behind a link for the adventurous. ( flavor of the night ) Ugh, awful things. I'm shaken right down to the core. Severus, if you happen to read this, would you send 'round some Pick-Me-Up potion? I'll take any flavor, even "Biting Sarcasm." Thank you in advance. I doubt I'll be leaving my rooms today, so please come get me if you need the library. 7 notes on parchment

Fits and Starts [27 Mar 2003|07:23pm] mood : busy Minerva's planning goes in fits and starts, of course. I think Albus' death hit her worse than anyone else. And she's so very wrapped up in the idea of bringing Hogwarts back, but she can't seem to actually focus on anything. I ended up answering Neville's owl. Fortunately, my own researches have included universities. There was a time I thought I'd want to go to a university. I know better, now. I'm home here. I'm not going to give that up for something I can deal with straight from here. Dedication is all it takes. But I found the information for Neville, and sent it off to him. I hope he manages to go. He'd be such a wonderful herbologist. He has a way with plants . . . almost coaxes them out of the ground. There was a movie I saw once, when I was a little girl, about a woman who smoked too much and went to a hypnotist to get rid of the problem. Only the hypnotist found out that she had a past life, and was actually incredible. She, too, could coax plants from the ground like that. It was part of the plot somehow, though I don't really remember how. It's been so long since I've done something muggle . . . not since Mum and Dad's funeral. I suppose I'm just grateful that I can think the words now without breaking down. It's tempting to go see Harry tonight, but I've really too much work. And I've been neglecting it the past couple of days while I prepare for "greeting duty." I ought to kill Minerva for that little assignment. 51 notes on parchment

Severus Snape [26 Mar 2003|11:57pm] mood : loved music : Someone Like You - Van Morrison ( private ) parchment

As always [26 Mar 2003|07:24pm] mood : bitchy music : Handel's Messiah Severus is being . . . Severus. Then again, the rest of us seem to be taking after him, as well. I suspect that it has not been a good day all around. I believe tonight will be spent in my rooms. I got a bottle of rather nice eighteen-year-old whiskey from Aunt Winnifred for Christmas, and this seems the perfect time to indulge. 5 notes on parchment

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