Did one of the ickle pantry helpers--oh, how shall I say this?--kick the can in the past week? The biscuits have been unusually sub-par, and afters yesterday was positively revolting. Or am I the only one who's been minding the cuisine?
Speaking of minding things, I've taken a gander at the register in the library, and no one has returned Modern Muggles And Their Politics in three weeks. Kindly stop being a selfish ingrate and turn it in to Mme. Pince, or I'll come and find you.
I find it absolutely ludicrous that one has to stay up until all hours of the morning completing assignments -- such as the one I'm working diligently on now -- and the professor has the temerity to play hooky. And in spring term, no less!
Really, is it too much to ask that we have an instructor present to -- well, instruct us?
Personal problems be damned, there has to be an alternative to slaving away for scrolls that gather dust on empty desks.