||[Oct. 18th, 2005|01:47 pm]
Honestly, Weasley, being a professional--and I use the term quite loosely--for the Chudley Cannons is hardly a qualification to captain a children's side, let alone Gryffindor, but as your competition I'm hardly in a position to complain about the choice. By all means, spread your incompetence through the ranks. Slytherin, in the meantime, will go on winning our matches. Do come watch sometime. |
I question the wisdom of this so-called "Career Day." I'll take part, of course, as the alternative is captivity under Filch (what a disgusting image that is) and writing extra papers, but I'm not particularly tempted by any of the offerings, as I'm not overly excited by the idea of running Trelawney's errands for her, or watching my cousin stumble over his words. Surely there is to be something for those of us who were meant for better things than filling in empty teachers' chairs? And whatever do you plan to have Potter do? Throw hexes at mockups for a day?
What a waste.
Oh, and Millicent? I am, in general, fond of cats. However, if you do not instill some manners in yours, I will be forced to take extraordinary measures. There is cat hair all over my robes, and my shoes are absolutely not to be used for that purpose.