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The weekend
Sep. 10th, 2010 07:40 pmI do wish that second years could take Care of Magical Creatures. It seems most unfair to have to wait until third year. Professor Brutka seems quite nice. I took my sketch pad out to the lake at lunch today because I wanted to see if I could add some sketches of the giant squid. He was there (Professor Brutka, I mean, not the giant squid), wading along the shore with his robes hiked up around his knees. I wonder if he was looking for grindylow eggs or something. There are supposed to be some in the lake. He very politely asked if I would mind if he looked through my sketchbook and said some very nice things about some of the pictures. I think he was a little surprised at my drawing of the crogglecraes. Well, I do have to admit that I probably did make their eyes too big. It's so hard to make them proportional. Particularly the northern ones.
Classes are falling into a routine. It feels much the same as last year, except...there are little things. Now that I'm a half-blood, I mean. Like the pamphlets left on my bedside table. It seems that the Ministry of Magic thinks it's important that I learn all about hygiene now. Which is odd. Portia or Celia have never complained before or said or anything to make me think that I'm emitting peculiar smells. Perhaps they've merely been polite.
And I never knew before that half-bloods had to queue behind purebloods when reserving books from the library. Portia had to explain it when Madam Pince became rather sniffy with me. Portia says at least our laundry gets done as often, and we get to eat the same food. So we should be grateful for that. But the elves won't polish our shoes as often.
I imagine there will be other little things like that. I suppose I'll get used to it. I rather like shoes with scuffed toes anyway. They look more homey, somehow.
Classes are falling into a routine. It feels much the same as last year, except...there are little things. Now that I'm a half-blood, I mean. Like the pamphlets left on my bedside table. It seems that the Ministry of Magic thinks it's important that I learn all about hygiene now. Which is odd. Portia or Celia have never complained before or said or anything to make me think that I'm emitting peculiar smells. Perhaps they've merely been polite.
And I never knew before that half-bloods had to queue behind purebloods when reserving books from the library. Portia had to explain it when Madam Pince became rather sniffy with me. Portia says at least our laundry gets done as often, and we get to eat the same food. So we should be grateful for that. But the elves won't polish our shoes as often.
I imagine there will be other little things like that. I suppose I'll get used to it. I rather like shoes with scuffed toes anyway. They look more homey, somehow.
