|I never have the time to update this.
||[Oct. 14th, 2003|11:04 pm]
Professor Minerva McGonagall
The first years this year are catching on quicker than usual, though I had one of them somehow manage to turn his partner's hair pink and she screamed and yelled for a full fifteen minutes before she allowed me to change it back. I've also noticed that one spare quill always somehow ends up on my desk every Wednesday after my last class. If anyone knows of a fourth year Ravenclaw who has been complaining about losing quills, please tell him/her to come see me.
In other news, my youngest sister recently Owled me and informed me that her youngest child is a Squib. She has yet to inform mother, who I'm certain will do anything she can possibly do in her power to pretend the child never existed in the first place, and she wants to know if I can help. Why she imagines I would be the family expert on relations with mother when I'm the one she detests the most completely eludes me, but I offered her my help. It will unsettle a good many in my family, I am certain; McGonagalls aren't supposed to have Squib children. I can't imagine how the girl is feeling.
Albus, you never replied to my last message to you, and now Peeves has struck again. We must have a talk.
Lastly, a Happy Belated Birthday to Alastor Moody.
-Professor M. McGonagall