Hogwarts again.

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Such a joy to be settling in for the year. I just finished finding all of the charts and materials I need the first week of classes, I'm partway through some revisions for later in term in several years, and I'm about to tackle a few needed repairs, including one of the telescopes our fifth years will be using shortly.

And of course, I look forward to welcoming everyone back, and to the Sorting. Always so wonderful to see people find their homes for their time at Hogwarts. There’s the hope of some different and entertaining stories at the staff table, the crispness of Scotland’s air (already!) and all the wonders of the year.

I am even quite looking forward to Quidditch, this year (which fact I am sure has deeply amused most of my family) and I understand that the improvements to the pitch over the summer are quite something. (Very extensive, and more than a few to be much appreciated by the spectators as well as the players.)

Welcome back, students!

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Re: Private message to Antosha

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Antosha -

Doesn’t it look different? And yes, the firsties do have that unformed look. I do actually adore working with them: they are so new and so nervous, and so full of possibilities. If one can get beyond their spelling and writing skills. (And I am glad my help with the stairs was of use.)

As to “Professor”, it took me more than a little time, though of course I was both quite young and most nervous about proving myself when I started, which did not help. (And while not in my classes, my youngest brother was still at school, along with all his friends and I was very much upon my rather stilted dignity for a while.) There are variants, from time to time - last year, a fair portion of the school went to calling me Professor Siz, at least ouside of class, and while I try not to admit it to them, it delights me entirely. (Raz is likewise often Professor Raz.)

Friday evenings will be lovely. I quite like my Friday evening classes - it’s my OWL class and then my 7th year NEWTs, so while it’s a long evening, they’re extremely willing to focus most of the time. And the latter, of course, adore the subect, or they’d not have come this far. A glass of wine over the course of a few hours would not be a problem, but I’ll demur in advance from anything more alcoholic than that: best practice is not to dull the senses when you are going to be on high towers with steep stairs in the dark of night.

As to the actual research, I suspect the language in the Arabic will not be so obscure as all that, fortunately. On the Chinese approach to astronomy, it’s certainly not an area I touch on all that often, but I do know the theory, and I’ve a few relevant reference books in my rooms. And the calculations are - well, not precisely the same method as we use, but numbers are more of a universal language than theories of the patterns in the sky. I’ll see if I can’t brush the cobwebs off this week, and if I can’t untangle it myself, I do know who to ask.

On Raz. Better kept for in person and in private. But briefly, it’s of a matter with Hannah Abbott’s death, and a situation last June. He does see his healers, and I leave it there because he so clearly does not wish to discuss it much with me.

As to the telescopes, I truly am philosophical about it. It helps that they were not my own (Raz, last Christmas, surprised me with the newest and most elaborate model - a hair wrong on that and my world falls to pieces.) Instead, Peeves played dominoes with my storage. Most of them are well enough, but one had a lens slipped entirely from its place, another had a bracket wrenched, both now mended. The last one, alas, the charms are noticeably weaker, and I shall have to beg for a replacement sooner than planned, but it should last the year.

Truth is, it’s been long enough since Peeves made trouble for me, I’d half expected it. He does take a turn for those newer, if he gets a chance, but we can hope he prefers Dolores over you as a target. Alas, there’s no particular trick to managing him beyond force of personality and a knack for distracting him into something that is less a bother. (If he’s truly a difficulty, you’ll likely remember from your school days that the Bloody Baron is a great ally.)

And now I've the prospect of a cheerful afternoon catching up with Pomona, and my final preparations for tomorrow. Do enjoy your last day without any looming marking for a while!
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