Private message to Poppy Pomfrey

[alt_sinistra]

All hope of discretion lost, I'm afraid - Madam Headmistress was hovering in the hallway when I came out, and there's no hiding I was in to see you.

Sorry, I was hoping to keep you out of wand range. You and Pomona both.

I was thinking more about that weather and forecasting book we were discussing, and then I completely forgot to bring it up with Tosha. But that whole practical aspect - that bit you were talking about, with how much more Pepper Up you might need, depending on when the weather turns keeps nagging at something else I've read.

Well, and I'm contemplating finite scheduling versus 'this might happen, but we don't know when yet' rather a lot right now, anyway.

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[alt_poppy]

Yes, well. That last is the equation I should most like to have: the one that would predict what she might do next and next and next.

I suspect that knowing the answers would not improve any of our sleep, however. Aeschylus was quite right, I'm afraid: To know in advance is to sorrow in advance.

[alt_sinistra]

Mmm. Quite. You'd think there'd be some way to

All right. I am slipping. I nearly said 'predict' and clearly aiming in the divinatory sense. Something is very much askew with my sense of the world.

(And it did turn out cloudy, so I can't even reassure myself the stars are in their proper places. Though as it means less standing in the cold on top of the tower, I suppose it's not entirely a bad thing tonight. I will be glad of the spring.)