I am bored of rain now. It is officially winter, I demand that Hogwarts be blanketed in snow that makes me wear embarrassing but warm knit hats and sweaters. It's just so much more beautiful than stepping outside and practically sliding into the lake because of the mud.
Last night's movie was... interesting. I already knew it wasn't going to be about
killing birds, because I read the Muggle book it was based off of over holiday. But I still don't understand half the things that happened. For those of you attending next week's, I've started that book and it's not about eating at some bird named Tiffany's house. Apparently Tiffany owns a very famous Muggle jewelry store where you can get pastries.
[ Warded to James ] Dad sent me an owl yesterday, saying he was coming as a guest lecturer next week for all of the DADA classes. Which is lovely, he's made that joke many times and I just ignore him and he never comes! But this was the only time he's said
your dad was coming too and now I'm worried it's not a joke, even though Professor Trimble hasn't said anything. I am hoping he's just getting more inventive, but please tell me you haven't heard anything from your dad or mum.
[ End Ward ]