Private Message to Gryffindor House
Mar. 1st, 2015 06:11 pmFor your information: I've sent for the elves to set the common room to rights.
If you have belongings strewn about and don't wish them to be vanished, you'll move them immediately. Put them away, for Holda's sake!
Peakes, Bones, Mackrell, Chadwick: if you want these comics, you'll collect them asap. Otherwise, they're for the rubbish bin.
If you have belongings strewn about and don't wish them to be vanished, you'll move them immediately. Put them away, for Holda's sake!
Peakes, Bones, Mackrell, Chadwick: if you want these comics, you'll collect them asap. Otherwise, they're for the rubbish bin.
26 points from Gryffindor for laziness, mendacity, and irresponsibility.
Tangwystyl Harrington, Simon Masterson, and Ophelia Oglethorpe you'll be serving detention all day tomorrow and every evening next week for disrupting the library this evening. Madam Pince communicated her disapproval to me in the strongest terms.
Forsythia Bray and Wesley Morgan: I expect to see both of you here in the Gryffindor common room in ten minutes. Professor Marwick is mystified why you would have claimed you had an appointment with him this evening. You will be doing detention with me tomorrow and with him every night throughout next week: since you're so keen to supplement your History lessons, he will be happy to assist you.
Catherine Marks and Sanjay Mukherjee. Report here in ten minutes if you know what's good for you. Given that you are not, in fact, up the Astronomy tower, you should have no difficulty making it here before I double your detention.
Maegara Featherstone, Deirdre Lynch, and Vivian Harkiss: you will have Professor Desai sign the homework you claim to be doing in her classroom. If you are not able to procure her signature, you will be serving a week's detention for lying on the sign-out roster.
Ragnilda Rosmerta and Gareth Archer: Professor Babbling tells me she's not seen you tonight. Unless you return here directly with an excellent explanation and a pass signed by a teacher accounting for your evening's diligent work, the consequences will be unpleasant.
Lucas O'Leary: given that I can't make out what you wrote on tonight's roster, you'll be serving in-House detention tomorrow. Bring your signed homework to me immediately, and we'll leave it at that. If you are not here in ten minutes with documentation of your whereabouts this evening, the penalty will increase.
Tangwystyl Harrington, Simon Masterson, and Ophelia Oglethorpe you'll be serving detention all day tomorrow and every evening next week for disrupting the library this evening. Madam Pince communicated her disapproval to me in the strongest terms.
Forsythia Bray and Wesley Morgan: I expect to see both of you here in the Gryffindor common room in ten minutes. Professor Marwick is mystified why you would have claimed you had an appointment with him this evening. You will be doing detention with me tomorrow and with him every night throughout next week: since you're so keen to supplement your History lessons, he will be happy to assist you.
Catherine Marks and Sanjay Mukherjee. Report here in ten minutes if you know what's good for you. Given that you are not, in fact, up the Astronomy tower, you should have no difficulty making it here before I double your detention.
Maegara Featherstone, Deirdre Lynch, and Vivian Harkiss: you will have Professor Desai sign the homework you claim to be doing in her classroom. If you are not able to procure her signature, you will be serving a week's detention for lying on the sign-out roster.
Ragnilda Rosmerta and Gareth Archer: Professor Babbling tells me she's not seen you tonight. Unless you return here directly with an excellent explanation and a pass signed by a teacher accounting for your evening's diligent work, the consequences will be unpleasant.
Lucas O'Leary: given that I can't make out what you wrote on tonight's roster, you'll be serving in-House detention tomorrow. Bring your signed homework to me immediately, and we'll leave it at that. If you are not here in ten minutes with documentation of your whereabouts this evening, the penalty will increase.
Private Message to A Dolohov
Feb. 19th, 2015 09:01 amAntosha, do you have time this morning that we could speak? I have the fourth years at 11, but am making rounds until then. I was rousted from my workroom by one of the first-years, upset and thought I should keep an eye on the castle.
It's that... they're all whispering about it, and everyone's on edge.
Should I forbid them their journals? Or... I'm really not sure. But I don't like the way some of them are looking at me. At us. I just avoided the staff lounge because Professor Glozeman was there, and I don'twa know quite what I'd say if he starts on this.
Only, I'd like to have spoken with you first.
It's that... they're all whispering about it, and everyone's on edge.
Should I forbid them their journals? Or... I'm really not sure. But I don't like the way some of them are looking at me. At us. I just avoided the staff lounge because Professor Glozeman was there, and I don't
Only, I'd like to have spoken with you first.
Maybe you thought I was not serious about your accounting for where you would be working during study hours. I checked three separate times for each of you in the locations you designated.
You may conclude that I am not best pleased.
Both of you will be in my office at half-six tomorrow morning. I'll send the elves for you if you aren't.
You may conclude that I am not best pleased.
Both of you will be in my office at half-six tomorrow morning. I'll send the elves for you if you aren't.
Private Message to Ned
Feb. 8th, 2015 05:55 pmI know you wanted to wait a bit longer before telling our families. Only, it really was the right time to share it, with Abuelita looking so well. It made her very, very happy. You can't deny that, at least.
But I shouldn't have taken your head off, so I'm sorry.
I'm not sure about next weekend. We'll have to see. I do really have to make enormous progress between now and the end of term, and that includes submitting at least two more papers. I can't afford to have Antosha thinking that I'm not serious about my work. Or that I mean to give any of it up when- after.
I'm counting on your assuring Papa and Mama that it's what you want, as well. When they ask you. You know they will do.
But I shouldn't have taken your head off, so I'm sorry.
I'm not sure about next weekend. We'll have to see. I do really have to make enormous progress between now and the end of term, and that includes submitting at least two more papers. I can't afford to have Antosha thinking that I'm not serious about my work. Or that I mean to give any of it up when- after.
I'm counting on your assuring Papa and Mama that it's what you want, as well. When they ask you. You know they will do.
Private Message to Gryffindor House
Feb. 8th, 2015 04:11 pmWhy do I not see you all studying?
I've just come from the library where I found just two of you. TWO. (I'd say well done to Iskanderian and Lynch, but Madam Pince tells me neither of you could be considered a regular.)
I've been conferring with my colleagues and find that our House is trailing behind the rest in the standings for every year. I realise this could in part be put down to the high proportion of mixed blood in Gryffindor House, but there's no reason to be lagging Hufflepuff if that were the only explanation. All I can conclude is that you deserve your reputation as laggards.
That is going to change. I will not have you shame me at year's end.
I expect to see each and every one of you settled down to work either here in this common room or in the library by half-four, and I want to see you working diligently on your assignments or on exam revision.
Don't make me come and find you.
You will not fancy the punishment.
I've just come from the library where I found just two of you. TWO. (I'd say well done to Iskanderian and Lynch, but Madam Pince tells me neither of you could be considered a regular.)
I've been conferring with my colleagues and find that our House is trailing behind the rest in the standings for every year. I realise this could in part be put down to the high proportion of mixed blood in Gryffindor House, but there's no reason to be lagging Hufflepuff if that were the only explanation. All I can conclude is that you deserve your reputation as laggards.
That is going to change. I will not have you shame me at year's end.
I expect to see each and every one of you settled down to work either here in this common room or in the library by half-four, and I want to see you working diligently on your assignments or on exam revision.
Don't make me come and find you.
You will not fancy the punishment.
Private Message to Antosha
Jan. 31st, 2015 08:22 pmYou know, I worried when I said I'd come teach here, that I'd slip in my training and lose some sharpness. I hadn't imagined how generous you and Savitha would be with your time nor how much I'd benefit from your skill in the salle. (And, of course, I never imagined the salle, at all.)
Only, this afternoon I surprised myself with how some of the set pieces we've been training have got in and become instinct for me.
I'm going to have content myself with sparring success for today, though. I've been poking at that analysis we were looking over this evening, and I'm still simply knocking my head against it. I suppose I'll have to wait for Rod to get back to me about the draft; I expect he'll know exactly what I've done to muck up the arithmancy. It's just annoying because I thought I'd got it sorted, but then I'd overlooked an absolutely crucial hole.
Sorry. I was hoping that if I wrote about it, the answer would drop into my head. Instead, it's still flittering just at the corner of my mind's eye, and I can't quite see it.
I think I'll try sleeping on it. When all else fails, sometimes that works.
Only, this afternoon I surprised myself with how some of the set pieces we've been training have got in and become instinct for me.
I'm going to have content myself with sparring success for today, though. I've been poking at that analysis we were looking over this evening, and I'm still simply knocking my head against it. I suppose I'll have to wait for Rod to get back to me about the draft; I expect he'll know exactly what I've done to muck up the arithmancy. It's just annoying because I thought I'd got it sorted, but then I'd overlooked an absolutely crucial hole.
Sorry. I was hoping that if I wrote about it, the answer would drop into my head. Instead, it's still flittering just at the corner of my mind's eye, and I can't quite see it.
I think I'll try sleeping on it. When all else fails, sometimes that works.
Private Message to R Lestrange
Jan. 25th, 2015 04:27 pmThe analysis I was running when we talked last? It's finally come out positive! And I've re-checked the results by two alternate methods. Solid, definite, positive results!
Finally. You know, I'd begun to think it was never going to happen.
Sorry. The point, of course, is that now I can write it up, and I've managed a start this weekend. Would you be willing to read a draft when I've got something reasonably complete? I really want to get another piece or two accepted this spring, so Tosha knows his confidence in me was well placed.
Finally. You know, I'd begun to think it was never going to happen.
Sorry. The point, of course, is that now I can write it up, and I've managed a start this weekend. Would you be willing to read a draft when I've got something reasonably complete? I really want to get another piece or two accepted this spring, so Tosha knows his confidence in me was well placed.
Private Message to Lucas O'Leary
Jan. 22nd, 2015 09:35 pmGupta and Ross tried to persuade me that you were ill today, but as they've discovered to their regret, I do not tolerate being lied to.
Healer Callaghan assures me you were not in the Hospital Wing during my lesson, and nor have you been to see him at any time yesterday or today. I expect an explanation for your absence, and I expect that you will deliver it in person tomorrow morning prior to breakfast. I will be in my office, waiting.
You may count on serving detention with me every evening next week.
Do not, even for a moment, consider ignoring this message.
Healer Callaghan assures me you were not in the Hospital Wing during my lesson, and nor have you been to see him at any time yesterday or today. I expect an explanation for your absence, and I expect that you will deliver it in person tomorrow morning prior to breakfast. I will be in my office, waiting.
You may count on serving detention with me every evening next week.
Do not, even for a moment, consider ignoring this message.
Private Message to Sarah Yaxley
Dec. 27th, 2014 04:42 pmI think we're nearly ready for tomorrow. Ned will be with the Council, I'll be in the Hogwarts contingent, of course, as Head of Gryffindor. (I know, I know.)
You must be regretting that you allowed yourself to be drawn onto that schools supervisory. Surely that doesn't mean you'll have to march along with platoons of children and their dreary teachers? (Can you believe what a bore Johns has turned out? She was at Melton's yesterday, paying an installment on something or other, and we'd scarcely anything to say to one another. She's not wearing a ring any longer, so that grocer she was seeing must have dropped her.)
Speaking of which... yours is gorgeous! Ned says the stone was in Fleischer's family? Nice! Who did the setting for you?
I'll have to show you the sparkles I got for Christmas--when we go to the powder room. Not for public view, if you take my meaning, and charmed for... well.
Anyway, we'll see you at Ganymede's. We're dining first at Monteith, and a good thing we got the table reserved early. Did you hear? There's a bit of a catering crisis tonight for the gala--Orion said he got a call yesterday from Philippa Spinx, wanting to know if Harrods couldn't supply game for tonight. As if he could conjure hundreds of pounds of venison, coney, and pheasant out of thin air. It's what they get for relying on the Savoy, of course, and Orion had to tell her that all his best fare's committed for Our Lord's feast tomorrow. Still, I think he was able to help her with a fish course and some sweets, but she was scrambling for a new menu. You weren't planning on eating there, were you?
If you get to GB's first, wait for us; we can put in a reasonable appearance there, and then take a carriage together to Horse Guards.
See you in a bit!
You must be regretting that you allowed yourself to be drawn onto that schools supervisory. Surely that doesn't mean you'll have to march along with platoons of children and their dreary teachers? (Can you believe what a bore Johns has turned out? She was at Melton's yesterday, paying an installment on something or other, and we'd scarcely anything to say to one another. She's not wearing a ring any longer, so that grocer she was seeing must have dropped her.)
Speaking of which... yours is gorgeous! Ned says the stone was in Fleischer's family? Nice! Who did the setting for you?
I'll have to show you the sparkles I got for Christmas--when we go to the powder room. Not for public view, if you take my meaning, and charmed for... well.
Anyway, we'll see you at Ganymede's. We're dining first at Monteith, and a good thing we got the table reserved early. Did you hear? There's a bit of a catering crisis tonight for the gala--Orion said he got a call yesterday from Philippa Spinx, wanting to know if Harrods couldn't supply game for tonight. As if he could conjure hundreds of pounds of venison, coney, and pheasant out of thin air. It's what they get for relying on the Savoy, of course, and Orion had to tell her that all his best fare's committed for Our Lord's feast tomorrow. Still, I think he was able to help her with a fish course and some sweets, but she was scrambling for a new menu. You weren't planning on eating there, were you?
If you get to GB's first, wait for us; we can put in a reasonable appearance there, and then take a carriage together to Horse Guards.
See you in a bit!
Private Message to Ned Pennifold
Dec. 10th, 2014 09:34 pmSo Friday? You did tell Baddock you won't be available to be called in until Saturday afternoon at least. And, honestly, do you really still need to be running in there at all hours? I don't see why it should be either of you having to cover a graveyard shift. That's what you've got hirelings for, isn't it?
Anyway, Friday. I've got us booked for a carriage ride in Richmond. Just the two of us and warm lap robes and foot-warming charms and a carafe of spiked chocolate.
And we'll have supper in Twickenham at the Partridge and Pear. They're roasting suckling pig, and you know what everyone says about their pastries. So. How's that for romantic? You're in charge of brunch for the morning. I want to sleep in and be completely indolent. Won't that be lovely?
Anyway, Friday. I've got us booked for a carriage ride in Richmond. Just the two of us and warm lap robes and foot-warming charms and a carafe of spiked chocolate.
And we'll have supper in Twickenham at the Partridge and Pear. They're roasting suckling pig, and you know what everyone says about their pastries. So. How's that for romantic? You're in charge of brunch for the morning. I want to sleep in and be completely indolent. Won't that be lovely?
Private Message to Ned Pennifold
Dec. 1st, 2014 10:30 pmNeds, how went it at the auction Saturday afternoon? Did you and your father manage to outbid Bobolis for either of the pieces he was after? I suppose you were both high with the cut-throat bidding. And, no, I can't pretend I'd rather have been there than marking essays! You can have all the auctions. All I ask is that you find the odd grimoire or interesting gem for me to balance out what you spend on your old carriages and carpets.
I saw that Puddlemere won on Sunday. Wretched weather for it, though. Did you really stay for the whole thing?
I'm firm for Friday this week. We could go for a nice, quiet supper, don't you think? At the Rookery, maybe. Or, oh, how about Full Fathom Five? Sarah says it's perfectly romantic with only a few tables, and all nestled into alcoves and round corners, so it's snug and private. I'll make a reservation, shall I? We could go early and have more time later at home, just the two of us.
I've ordered something special to wear, too. For afters.
I saw that Puddlemere won on Sunday. Wretched weather for it, though. Did you really stay for the whole thing?
I'm firm for Friday this week. We could go for a nice, quiet supper, don't you think? At the Rookery, maybe. Or, oh, how about Full Fathom Five? Sarah says it's perfectly romantic with only a few tables, and all nestled into alcoves and round corners, so it's snug and private. I'll make a reservation, shall I? We could go early and have more time later at home, just the two of us.
I've ordered something special to wear, too. For afters.
Private Message to Sarah Yaxley
Nov. 30th, 2014 09:59 pmSo, what I was telling you about Friday?
Gah. I hate to go on and on at you about it, but I have to tell someone, and, you know, it's just not the sort of thing- well, you understand. With everything still uncertain.
Yesterday was... so intense. I mean, he wants this so much. It's irresistible, really. How can I not want it, too?
And once you start thinking about it seriously, well. The idea? Of having a child you've made, who'll be part of you, so much like yourself, but mingled together with parts of him? That's...
And then to think which parts of him... his eyes? or that nose? I'm really a bit daft about his nose. And the way his lip curls. Seriously. On the left side.
He's completely mad about it. And it's putting a keen edge on everything between us. Being together has always been delicious, but now every minute is dear, and we don't waste any of the time we have. Yesterday, he was absolutely shimmering with desire when I got there. Glowing. I suppose it sounds like I'm exaggerating, but I don't know how else to describe it.
And I just-- I told him yes. I told him I'd work it out somehow, and I will. The Mastery, the department, all of it.
And then--there are spells, you know, to encourage fertility? Let me tell you: you've never felt anything like it. I never had. And you know we've tried some adventurous things! I still feel like I'm throbbing with the energy of it, buzzing with the magic. And I'm completely over the moon about the whole idea, where even on Thursday, I thought I might say no.
But now I've gone and said yes. I'm pinching myself, but I'm awake and it's real and I said it.
And what I really want to know is when can we try again? How soon?
Ha. I've no idea how I'm going to concentrate on lessons tomorrow! Can you imagine?
Gah. I hate to go on and on at you about it, but I have to tell someone, and, you know, it's just not the sort of thing- well, you understand. With everything still uncertain.
Yesterday was... so intense. I mean, he wants this so much. It's irresistible, really. How can I not want it, too?
And once you start thinking about it seriously, well. The idea? Of having a child you've made, who'll be part of you, so much like yourself, but mingled together with parts of him? That's...
And then to think which parts of him... his eyes? or that nose? I'm really a bit daft about his nose. And the way his lip curls. Seriously. On the left side.
He's completely mad about it. And it's putting a keen edge on everything between us. Being together has always been delicious, but now every minute is dear, and we don't waste any of the time we have. Yesterday, he was absolutely shimmering with desire when I got there. Glowing. I suppose it sounds like I'm exaggerating, but I don't know how else to describe it.
And I just-- I told him yes. I told him I'd work it out somehow, and I will. The Mastery, the department, all of it.
And then--there are spells, you know, to encourage fertility? Let me tell you: you've never felt anything like it. I never had. And you know we've tried some adventurous things! I still feel like I'm throbbing with the energy of it, buzzing with the magic. And I'm completely over the moon about the whole idea, where even on Thursday, I thought I might say no.
But now I've gone and said yes. I'm pinching myself, but I'm awake and it's real and I said it.
And what I really want to know is when can we try again? How soon?
Ha. I've no idea how I'm going to concentrate on lessons tomorrow! Can you imagine?
Private Message to Padma Patil
Nov. 12th, 2014 06:04 pmI told Antosha we'd go have a look at the Admin's suite and see what state the records are in, if it's not all been ransacked.
It'll be warm in there, at least.
And I've got another round of potion. It's time we took it again: we surely do not want to fall over sleeping here and end up left behind!
Meet me at the square in fifteen?
It'll be warm in there, at least.
And I've got another round of potion. It's time we took it again: we surely do not want to fall over sleeping here and end up left behind!
Meet me at the square in fifteen?
Private Message to Ned
Nov. 9th, 2014 10:51 pmThank you for coming up here tonight to hear Cuthbert. (He was much more engaging than I expected. I know, don't start, I'm not likely to ever care passionately about the fine points of broom design. Or Quidditch. Yes, yes. Puddlemere are brilliant, I'm sure, and I'll let you tell me all about them next time we go for a match.)
The point is, it meant a lot to me that you came because it's a way we can support Antosha. This has been a simply brutal week for him between the situation here in the school and all the external pressures--the letters from parents--and Other Things. And he's pulled so many different directions. He's teaching, and overseeing me, and then there are all the duties of Headmaster. He's got a string of projects for Our Lord that I know almost nothing about, except that they take him away from the school at least once a week, sometimes more than that, and demand extensive correspondence sometimes, not to mention the ink, sweat and wand oil of research.
But this business with the students- he's not accustomed to having them resist his authority, and he's certainly done nothing to earn this rebelliousness. As a teacher and as headmaster, he's nothing short of inspiring. Genial and brilliant at the same time. He spurs his pupils with playful, creative lessons that charm them into learning. He conjures the spark of thought even in the most hopeless dullards.
Oh, Ned. It's so unfair. And after thebus necessary business of Halloween, after we'd all stood witness to Our Lord's justice. What in Merlin's name could these students have been thinking? How could they possibly repay Antosha's care of them with- it was so far beyond foolishness, I can't even think what to call it. Except what it was. Treason. And they put him at risk with it! And kept at it. Defiant in the face of all appeals.
He did the only, only thing he could possibly have done that could protect them from the stark consequences they'd have faced. We would all have faced. (I can't even digest that. To be at the mercy of adolescent idiots! And, of course, that's exactly the straits we're in.) So, yes, of course he used a blunt measure to get the little beasts' attention. And, naturally, they'll whinge to their families and inflate even the gentlest corrections, so honestly if he'd rapped their knuckles, they'd have wailed about being Cruciated. No reason not to issue the punishment they'll claim to have faced; on the contrary, he'd the best reasons to use it. They're absolutely impervious to anything more subtle, and it's absolutely necessary that they stop. Nothing else will save their foolish skins.
But you can't know how much it cost him to do it. He hated it.
And I'm appalled that Honoria- I can't ever apologise enough to repair the damage she's done. For my own sister to have been among the traitors, to have shown him such disrespect, when he's been so entirely generous to me?
It's horrible. All of it.
So, thank you, really, for making time to come. Thank you for understanding why we needed you here. I know you had to rearrange your schedule, but it meant a great deal. He deserves our support, especially just now.
The point is, it meant a lot to me that you came because it's a way we can support Antosha. This has been a simply brutal week for him between the situation here in the school and all the external pressures--the letters from parents--and Other Things. And he's pulled so many different directions. He's teaching, and overseeing me, and then there are all the duties of Headmaster. He's got a string of projects for Our Lord that I know almost nothing about, except that they take him away from the school at least once a week, sometimes more than that, and demand extensive correspondence sometimes, not to mention the ink, sweat and wand oil of research.
But this business with the students- he's not accustomed to having them resist his authority, and he's certainly done nothing to earn this rebelliousness. As a teacher and as headmaster, he's nothing short of inspiring. Genial and brilliant at the same time. He spurs his pupils with playful, creative lessons that charm them into learning. He conjures the spark of thought even in the most hopeless dullards.
Oh, Ned. It's so unfair. And after the
He did the only, only thing he could possibly have done that could protect them from the stark consequences they'd have faced. We would all have faced. (I can't even digest that. To be at the mercy of adolescent idiots! And, of course, that's exactly the straits we're in.) So, yes, of course he used a blunt measure to get the little beasts' attention. And, naturally, they'll whinge to their families and inflate even the gentlest corrections, so honestly if he'd rapped their knuckles, they'd have wailed about being Cruciated. No reason not to issue the punishment they'll claim to have faced; on the contrary, he'd the best reasons to use it. They're absolutely impervious to anything more subtle, and it's absolutely necessary that they stop. Nothing else will save their foolish skins.
But you can't know how much it cost him to do it. He hated it.
And I'm appalled that Honoria- I can't ever apologise enough to repair the damage she's done. For my own sister to have been among the traitors, to have shown him such disrespect, when he's been so entirely generous to me?
It's horrible. All of it.
So, thank you, really, for making time to come. Thank you for understanding why we needed you here. I know you had to rearrange your schedule, but it meant a great deal. He deserves our support, especially just now.
Private Message to Papa
Nov. 6th, 2014 11:52 pmI'm sorry Mama and Abuelita were upset by the Matron's call. Honoria will be fine, of course.
She's always had a flair for dramatics, you know that, and she's been lamentably spoiled and encouraged in it, I'm afraid, so Mama is right if she's blaming herself for not teaching her better discipline in the first place. Being the coddled baby of the family, she's always been prone to self-indulgence, and what Mama passed over as 'independence' has always really been rebelliousness.
Well, now the owl's come home to roost, and Honoria's had a taste of what comes to rebels. I mean, honestly, we can't gloss over the fact that she asked the Hat to sort her into that nest of mischief-makers and traitors. It was maybe ten seconds of a curse we all endured in training and that a roomful of others bore up under today. Not that any of them will seek to repeat the experience!
I rather think it might have been the shame rather than the curse itself that caused her fit, knowing she'd dragged our name into infamy. Though, if that's true, this is the first I've seen her think of what her actions might bring the rest of us.
I'm hopeful at least that she might have learned today what her association with halfbloods and harebrains will cost her if she doesn't separate herself from their hooliganism.
Meanwhile, it's my brief to bring the whole sorry assortment into line. I'm beginning to be sorry I agreed to this posting.
She's always had a flair for dramatics, you know that, and she's been lamentably spoiled and encouraged in it, I'm afraid, so Mama is right if she's blaming herself for not teaching her better discipline in the first place. Being the coddled baby of the family, she's always been prone to self-indulgence, and what Mama passed over as 'independence' has always really been rebelliousness.
Well, now the owl's come home to roost, and Honoria's had a taste of what comes to rebels. I mean, honestly, we can't gloss over the fact that she asked the Hat to sort her into that nest of mischief-makers and traitors. It was maybe ten seconds of a curse we all endured in training and that a roomful of others bore up under today. Not that any of them will seek to repeat the experience!
I rather think it might have been the shame rather than the curse itself that caused her fit, knowing she'd dragged our name into infamy. Though, if that's true, this is the first I've seen her think of what her actions might bring the rest of us.
I'm hopeful at least that she might have learned today what her association with halfbloods and harebrains will cost her if she doesn't separate herself from their hooliganism.
Meanwhile, it's my brief to bring the whole sorry assortment into line. I'm beginning to be sorry I agreed to this posting.