I'd like to sink my fangs right into that pasty throat.
My Galleons're on Carrow. The way he manipulated that duel, or at least that's what I could make out. That other professor was there, Brutka, wasn't he? Minerva, were you? Can you at least find out what he thought of the matter? I know he's fiercely loyal, there's no zealot like a convert, but surely he can be objective about the way Carrow pushed himself forward and made his pupil conjure that snake. It's like he was trying to force Harry to use that damned snake-talk. So the other students would fear him.
That's what I'm coming to think: They're making Harry out to be some dark wizarding talent. Talented maybe, but dark? Never.
By Circe, I'm sure poor James is turning in his grave at the thought.
Well. Something has to be done. I mean have you glanced through the journals this morning? I've counted at least a dozen entries by students all worried they could be next, but afraid even to say that because someone might think they're an 'enemy of the Protectorate' - oh, it's just ridiculous. I mean, this Bobby Stebbins kid aside, how can a cat be an enemy of the state? For Merlin's sake.
Well, there's something I can do, anyway. I just hope it does more good than harm.
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Date: 2009-12-13 03:51 pm (UTC)That tears it. That's
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I'd like to sink my fangs right into that pasty throat.
My Galleons're on Carrow. The way he manipulated that duel, or at least that's what I could make out. That other professor was there, Brutka, wasn't he? Minerva, were you? Can you at least find out what he thought of the matter? I know he's fiercely loyal, there's no zealot like a convert, but surely he can be objective about the way Carrow pushed himself forward and made his pupil conjure that snake. It's like he was trying to force Harry to use that damned snake-talk. So the other students would fear him.
That's what I'm coming to think: They're making Harry out to be some dark wizarding talent. Talented maybe, but dark? Never.
By Circe, I'm sure poor James is turning in his grave at the thought.
Well. Something has to be done. I mean have you glanced through the journals this morning? I've counted at least a dozen entries by students all worried they could be next, but afraid even to say that because someone might think they're an 'enemy of the Protectorate' - oh, it's just ridiculous. I mean, this Bobby Stebbins kid aside, how can a cat be an enemy of the state? For Merlin's sake.
Well, there's something I can do, anyway. I just hope it does more good than harm.