Private message to Tosha

I used to look forward to Saturdays. That seems a very long time ago right now.

You should be very glad you have every excuse to skip meals at the moment. She - that woman - put a new seating order in place, based on blood purity and half a dozen other things. Miserable for at least half the students, and not so much fun for the staff, either. Raz is seated next to her (so would you be if you were there), and I'm down by Acton and Carpenter, and entirely on the other side from either Poppy or Pomona.

Honestly, I'd almost have preferred the Carrows. At least there no one would have expected me to make pleasant dinner conversation to set a proper example. (And they were both got onto the wedding, and I just can't deal at the moment. Especially not with them.)

And it's raining, so I can't even go up on the tower usefully. And all the things I ought to be working on, I can't focus on right now. I don't suppose you have some lurking mindless project that would provide a suitable excuse?