Order Only: Private Message to Harry and Draco

[alt_hermione]

Mr Snape has some potions work for me, so I may need to monitor that while we're revising. Or instead of revising, even. The tests he wants me to run are really complicated, it might be a bad idea to split my attention.

But you could quiz each other and I'll listen.

Anyway, I'll be in there already this afternoon, so just come along when you're ready.

Comments

[alt_draco]

Bugger transfiguration. I'm considering not continuing with it next year. I'll be busy enough as it is, since I'll likely be on the council, and likely be Head Boy, as well. Why transfigure specimen A into specimen B when I can just purchase specimen B at the shops?

[alt_hermione]

Oh, but Transfiguration isn't just transforming things! It's really, really useful. There are transfigurative underpinnings in so many spells and charms, it's important to know how they're constructed and from there you can even change the nature of the spell here and there to create different effects. Plus it's Professor Dumbledore's subject.

Don't drop it, it's a brilliant subject.

[alt_draco]

I know. I just dislike that I'm not the best at it. Which is precisely why I shouldn't drop it...but you've met my ego by now, haven't you?

[alt_hermione]

We're acquainted, yes.

[alt_harry]

Not to mention you'll have to work with Patil.

Most likely.

Sorry.

[alt_draco]

As Head Boy or in transfiguration?

I think I should be able to manage her, either way. Especially now that I know how much she loves and adores me.

[alt_harry]

Well, I mean, she's most likely -- they can't pick Daphs, and Brown would be awful. And Sue's not loud enough.

[alt_draco]

Too bad, because I know how much Daphs wants it, but you're right, they won't pick two from the same house. Shame they'll never pick Sue, but I'd honestly rather work with Patil than Brown. Brown's an utter ninny.

Ugh, can you imagine if they picked Moon and Brown together? Not that they ever would, but what a hideous thought.

[alt_harry]

They'd be too busy writing sonnets to each other to pay attention to anything we'd get up to.