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[alt_poppy]

It's snowing gently outside my windows today, a really lovely sight. It softens the light that comes into the room, making everything seem calmer somehow. If all of winter were like this, it would be tolerable, but I don't have high hopes for that after the stormy autumn we've had.

It's quiet here at the moment, but that will change as soon as those who have gone off to Hogsmeade return needing tummy tonic and headache powder. I expect I'll see at least one who needs a dose of toffee solvent to free his teeth and one or two others who have fallen afoul of joke shop gadgetry. No doubt the largest contingent will be those who have not yet learned their limit for butterbeer. I keep a special book for noting post-Hogsmeade cases, not that it has revealed any surprises; mostly it chronicles remarkable continuity in the history of youthful folly.


At least they've had a beautiful day for enjoying it.

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[alt_hannah]

Madam Pomfrey? Oh, please come here, quick. Right outside, um, Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, you know the one? By the Transfiguration classroom.

It's Bobby Stebbins. He's--he's like the others. We found him when we came for the skating party, and none of us want to leave to go find you alone.

Please, please hurry!

[alt_sally_anne]

Madam Pomfrey I think you should know Ginny's been acting really queer. She said in her journal she's having gaps in her memory. So if she doesn't remember things properly it might not just be the knock on her head.