I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_justin]

I say, I think it's dashed unfair to ask us to sit through this dry old lecture, what, after all the swimming, running, flying and marching we've been doing since before breakfast!

(If anyone asks, we're taking notes, yes? And if anyone should need to know something about the Falklands, my mother had a cousin in the Royal Navy--but I rather think it does make sense, given how it took the military out of the country at just the right (or wrong) time.)

Still, this is the only way I think I shall bally well keep awake, if he insists on droning on, what?

-Justin

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[alt_luna]

I received an owl from Portia Rubens, one of my roommates. She's dreadfully upset about what happened to Thomas. He used to help her sometimes with her Arithmancy homework.

I think all of the Ravenclaws will be quite shaken by this, not just the half-bloods. One of the not-so-nice things about our House is that sometimes we take some excessive pride in our cleverness, think it's all we need. And it's true: he wasn't just clever in Arithmancy, he was truly brilliant. I suppose he thought he was so good at that one subject, that he would be safe.

Merlin, listen to me talking about him as if he's dead or something.

It truly is awful.

[alt_terry]

That's right, he was a Ravenclaw, wasn't he? A Housemate.

How awful.

I wonder if...if any of the people I'm with can do something.

I can ask.

Although it might be really hard. I suppose part of the point is that they want to make a public example of him.

[alt_neville]

It is. Because as far as most wizards go, if you're without your wand, you're as good as dead. Legally, you're practically nothing.

Blimey, the poor bloke.