(Imagine me sitting here and laughing, and trying to figure out how to answer you, would you?)
I keep telling you I'm not like lots of other women. I'm glad you're patient with me.
And no - we don't have to do anything official. But people will ask, and it'd settle me to be flat out clear on what I say, and how I say it to handle that well. And there are a few people that, if we're being a tiny bit more public, I really should tell before it gets picked up by the papers as a fact.
And you do know, if I dance with you at the Yule Ball (which I certainly would prefer to do, thank you, given the effort involved in what I'm going to be wearing) that it's going to be undeniable to not only our students but our colleagues? I'm not that good an actress.
It helps Minerva took it well, too. (Though now I'm wondering what my parents are going to ask tomorrow. They're being entirely mysterious about why they really must have dinner on Monday.)
On the overwork: unfortunately, not too much you can do without more gossip. It's those cursed etiquette and dance lessons, and the fact that at least a quarter of the girls in the upper years seem to see me me as the nearest convenient agony aunt. I can scarcely turn them away, but it does take time. I've got a plan for getting my lesson plans and marking so they don't take much time next week now though.
As to the stars - quite. (And I've a lousy view from this window, anyway.) But I've got a projection up, and it's quite soothing. Tomorrow will be much nicer.
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Re: Private message to Rory
Date: 2011-12-12 04:10 am (UTC)I keep telling you I'm not like lots of other women. I'm glad you're patient with me.
And no - we don't have to do anything official. But people will ask, and it'd settle me to be flat out clear on what I say, and how I say it to handle that well. And there are a few people that, if we're being a tiny bit more public, I really should tell before it gets picked up by the papers as a fact.
And you do know, if I dance with you at the Yule Ball (which I certainly would prefer to do, thank you, given the effort involved in what I'm going to be wearing) that it's going to be undeniable to not only our students but our colleagues? I'm not that good an actress.
It helps Minerva took it well, too. (Though now I'm wondering what my parents are going to ask tomorrow. They're being entirely mysterious about why they really must have dinner on Monday.)
On the overwork: unfortunately, not too much you can do without more gossip. It's those cursed etiquette and dance lessons, and the fact that at least a quarter of the girls in the upper years seem to see me me as the nearest convenient agony aunt. I can scarcely turn them away, but it does take time. I've got a plan for getting my lesson plans and marking so they don't take much time next week now though.
As to the stars - quite. (And I've a lousy view from this window, anyway.) But I've got a projection up, and it's quite soothing. Tomorrow will be much nicer.