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alt_lanaThere's no need to be dramatic, for goodness' sake. It was just a cat! I hardly see what all the fuss is about. Honestly, I've never seen so many people at breakfast on a Sunday morning. Haven't you all anything better to do than sit around, buzzing about conspiracies and murderous lethifolds and snubbed ghosts?
While I haven't any idea what the cat has to do with it, one can hardly quibble with the message left for our consideration: Enemies of the Heir Beware! Indeed. I hate to think that anyone here needs this warning, but we know it to be true: there are undoubtedly secret traitors in our midst, and it is our duty to purge such corruption anywhere we find it. It may be sobering to consider this point, but it was an apt reminder on a night when we had so joyously celebrated the blessings of our Protectorate.
It was a wonderful Feast, second only (in my experience) to last year's when Our Lord chose to join us in celebrating His birthday. Hufflepuff House should be extremely proud of the honour bestowed upon their own most famous son. The Fat Friar did us all proud with his acceptance speech; we could all learn from the courtesy he showed to our guests from the Ministry.
And I suppose we might all take another lesson from Gryffindor's Sir Nicholas: if you cannot lend a gracious presence to a celebration, it is no doubt best to excuse oneself and keep away so as not to spoil others' enjoyment. Of course, his behaviour earlier in the week was not a credit to him or his House; it is surely far better to suffer one's disappointments quietly and with dignity.
Now, I'm certain that you all have homework to busy you today, so carry on!
While I haven't any idea what the cat has to do with it, one can hardly quibble with the message left for our consideration: Enemies of the Heir Beware! Indeed. I hate to think that anyone here needs this warning, but we know it to be true: there are undoubtedly secret traitors in our midst, and it is our duty to purge such corruption anywhere we find it. It may be sobering to consider this point, but it was an apt reminder on a night when we had so joyously celebrated the blessings of our Protectorate.
It was a wonderful Feast, second only (in my experience) to last year's when Our Lord chose to join us in celebrating His birthday. Hufflepuff House should be extremely proud of the honour bestowed upon their own most famous son. The Fat Friar did us all proud with his acceptance speech; we could all learn from the courtesy he showed to our guests from the Ministry.
And I suppose we might all take another lesson from Gryffindor's Sir Nicholas: if you cannot lend a gracious presence to a celebration, it is no doubt best to excuse oneself and keep away so as not to spoil others' enjoyment. Of course, his behaviour earlier in the week was not a credit to him or his House; it is surely far better to suffer one's disappointments quietly and with dignity.
Now, I'm certain that you all have homework to busy you today, so carry on!
I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
Date: 2009-11-01 07:25 pm (UTC)