Potter.

( A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is brave five minutes longer. )

Fucking son of a

My congratulations to the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team. Wonderful match.

I would just like to remind anyone who was responsible for the mess in the hallways that I will skin you alive be responsible, as Head Boy, to help with the clean up. This kind of behaviour is by no means appropriate for anyone. This school has been here a lot longer than any of you and it still will be long after you bloody idiots are dead and buried. You ought to all respect it while you're in it and respect the role you play in Hogwart's important history.

Wankers

I, for one, am looking forward to getting out of this castle for he day. At least Hogsmeade comes with some relative freedom, even if I am expected to chaperon the younger students.

Two first year boys (they know who they are) just singed the blazes out of their bed curtains and it was to me to tidy up. Charming fun, that was. I think I'll have soot beneath my fingernails from now until eternity's end. The perfect Sunday, apparently.

[Warded Against Hogwarts Professors & Students below 6th Year]

It isn't that I don't find the school work to be challenging, because I do. I think it's all very fascinating, turning chickens into handbags and yarn into knitting needles. I'm not entirely sure why Professor Dumbledore considers this a skill I shall need in my future, I do not know. Suffice it to say, the work is all very interesting and I do feel I'm learning more...

But...I just don't find it to be all that interesting. I don't care about any of my classes in the ways that I used to. Everything is just so...boring. I can do the work, but I've lost the desire to really--really want to do it.

[Warded Private]

Perhaps I ought to take this cloak of mine back to the restricted section for some independent study--just to try and reconnect with my inner bloody scholar.

Just got out of the hospital wing and trying not to think about all the homework I now have to tackle with a useless blinking writing hand.



[Private to Castor Prewett]

You're a dead man walking, Castor! When my bones in you're in for it... Bugger it hurts!

[Private to Walburga Black]

If you weren't so attractive, I might consider ceasing our affair if only because my sensibilities are terribly offended by the idea of being caught with a Slytherin. I do have a reputation to consider, you realise.

That said, being appointed Head Boy does give me a certain amount of privilege, including the ability to be out after general curfew and give that fantastic ability to others who are carrying out 'school duties'. I don't think I'd terribly mind bending that definition if you were interested, my dear.

Sincerely,
C. Potter
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