|in_the_grass (in_the_grass) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-08-19 20:07:00
|Entry tags:||!2003: 08, !incomplete, essery oakby, severus snape|
Who: Severus Snape & Essery Oakby
What: Ghost management
Where: Headmaster's office
When: This evening
As always, the first of September felt like nothing so much as the ground rushing up at him. It wasn't that the summers were particularly grand, but at least they were quiet - and even locked away in the best office in the castle, things were never quiet once the hordes descended on Hogwarts. Even now, he felt as though the chatter were steadily increasing. There were too many things to line up in too little time, and somehow everyone seemed to think he ought to give a damn.
The Friar's mood wasn't first among his concerns, or second, or even really on the list at all. But there were an awful lot of things that he hardly noticed that seemed to matter a great deal to other people, and he was slowly beginning to realize that keeping people from rioting - the faculty, anyway - was worth spending a little time on. So long as he kept the complaints below a certain critical mass, he could go about his business. It wasn't so bad. He could still needle that select few. Oakby was the first appointment he'd taken all day, in any case, and so his patience wasn't quite as thin as it might normally be as he waited, running over the Herbology supply register again. When had mandrake pots gone up to three galleons a pallet, anyway?