How could I refuse, when you ask so nicely for my company? (And don’t feel guilty over Tuesday, at least: I’ve the afternoon entirely free, and it’s my chance to go to New London, plan a wedding, and see friends or my parents for supper.)
More seriously, I am looking forward to an evening together. (My students - well, I don’t expect independent logic and analysis out of them until the NEWT years. Different field. But I do have some bits from this week’s essays that may make you laugh. Or despair.)
I will admit, though, I’ve not yet had a chance to settle into The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, though you’ll likely approve of the reason. My youngest sister either loves me or hates me, still can’t quite decide which. She handed me a stack of books on Tuesday - 10 of them - promising me the dozen or so more that are out as soon as she tracks them down.
I got 50 pages in yesterday before class and then could barely put the first one down - they’re total trash, spun sugar for the brain. Set at the Salem Institute of Magic, all school dramas and feuds. (They’re written here, so I’m sure you’ll have plenty of commentary about what they get wrong about life there, too.) I inhaled the rest of the first after class last night in the bath, and really, you must give it a try. I’ll bring it down with me Friday, unless you think you’ll make supper tonight.
(Also, I saw the comments about gossip magazines: do you want my copies of the ones your esteemed friends are not sending when I’m done? I usually take them down to either Poppy or the Hufflepuff common room otherwise. I take Witch Weekly, Night Owl, Dish!, Whirl, and In The Soup at the moment. And yes, still the last. Better to know the worst, really.)
On the other line of discussion - I do want to pick it up again, please. But at the same time, it’s scarcely urgent: it’s kept six months already, after all. (And it is a conversation that, perhaps, I’d rather Raz weren’t around for initially. It - at the time, it was rather difficult, and the aftermath was the one big fight we’ve had. I’d rather not worry him more than need be.)
Right. Naptime for me. (Wednesdays are my always-short night.) And then office hours and marking the first year essays (I hope they’re better than the other section) mixed with the 7th years to give me hope.
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Date: 2012-09-13 07:15 pm (UTC)How could I refuse, when you ask so nicely for my company? (And don’t feel guilty over Tuesday, at least: I’ve the afternoon entirely free, and it’s my chance to go to New London, plan a wedding, and see friends or my parents for supper.)
More seriously, I am looking forward to an evening together. (My students - well, I don’t expect independent logic and analysis out of them until the NEWT years. Different field. But I do have some bits from this week’s essays that may make you laugh. Or despair.)
I will admit, though, I’ve not yet had a chance to settle into The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, though you’ll likely approve of the reason. My youngest sister either loves me or hates me, still can’t quite decide which. She handed me a stack of books on Tuesday - 10 of them - promising me the dozen or so more that are out as soon as she tracks them down.
I got 50 pages in yesterday before class and then could barely put the first one down - they’re total trash, spun sugar for the brain. Set at the Salem Institute of Magic, all school dramas and feuds. (They’re written here, so I’m sure you’ll have plenty of commentary about what they get wrong about life there, too.) I inhaled the rest of the first after class last night in the bath, and really, you must give it a try. I’ll bring it down with me Friday, unless you think you’ll make supper tonight.
(Also, I saw the comments about gossip magazines: do you want my copies of the ones your esteemed friends are not sending when I’m done? I usually take them down to either Poppy or the Hufflepuff common room otherwise. I take Witch Weekly, Night Owl, Dish!, Whirl, and In The Soup at the moment. And yes, still the last. Better to know the worst, really.)
On the other line of discussion - I do want to pick it up again, please. But at the same time, it’s scarcely urgent: it’s kept six months already, after all. (And it is a conversation that, perhaps, I’d rather Raz weren’t around for initially. It - at the time, it was rather difficult, and the aftermath was the one big fight we’ve had. I’d rather not worry him more than need be.)
Right. Naptime for me. (Wednesdays are my always-short night.) And then office hours and marking the first year essays (I hope they’re better than the other section) mixed with the 7th years to give me hope.
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