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achtzehn; october 30th, 1997 after the meeting with prof. babbling; hexed against staff
Mr. Ravensdale is the oddest person I've ever met. Excluding Professor Trelawney, of course, but she has her own level of weirdness, so she hardly counts. He was rather entertaining, though pointless at times and I didn't really find his jokes to be all that funny. Specially since he guffawed every time he told one... that was quite unpleasant.

And boy, getting that man to shut up for even a second was quite the feat, but somehow I managed to get one question in. I was disappointed to learn that Italy is lovelier in the summer, but at least it isn't so bad during winter. Good thing, too, because if I'm going to spend my birthday there, I'd like to have a pleasant time.

And this assignment we're supposed to work with? Interesting doesn't begin to describe it. I'm actually a tad excited about this, now.


[ PRIVATE TO KATHERINE ]
Are you going to the Ball after all, dear?
[ /PRIVATE ]


[ PRIVATE TO MICHAEL ]
There's been a slight change of plans. I need you to help me distract Professor Slughorn while I sneak into his office.
Tomorrow morning. Yes?
[ /PRIVATE ]


[ PRIVATE TO STEPHEN ]
Hannah Abbott? Seriously?
[ /PRIVATE ]