Right. Quiz of the day. What exciting historical places should my wand take me this summer? As if you think I'm sticking around this craphole, you've got another thing coming.
Student folk! Student folk! Hear ye, hear ye etc etc. I am looking for someone to assist me on a nice trip to the National Wizarding Library in London. I need to find me some books for some researchy bits I'm doing to distract me from the mundaneness that is teaching you lot. So if anyone wants to come give me a hand, throw yourself in my direction. It'll...look good? Can't offer you anything more than that.
Failing that. Do any of the staff folk want to be my servant for the day? I...pay well?*
*actually, I don't.* **in fact, it's not just that I don't pay well, I don't pay at all.*** *** You can stop looking at me like that, I have children to feed**** ****For your information, I keep them in a small menagarie between the Ancient Runes and Arithmancy offices.***** *****For your own safety. Do not feed the children.
Iceland is my saviour, you weirdoes. Got to love that þ and ð! Only language in the world still to use runic symbols. That's my bit of usefulness for the day.
I'm alive and kicking. Or just alive and lounging around with books and cigarettes. It's how I roll. Which is a little sad, as I think even Flitwick has more of a life than me as I haven't seen him around here in weeks. Or the ghosts. Are the ghosts on holiday this weekend, cause they're not here either?
Sometimes in this castle, I just shrug and accept.