Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Adventures Already

Not too many people are back at school yet, since it isn't the start of term for a few more days. Michael Cromwell and Euan Gordon and I are the only ones occupying the boys' half of Ravenclaw Tower at the moment, so of course we've been having fun. Michael's Muggleborn and apparently there is a Muggle...thing called Slip'n'Slide that he thought would be fun to set up on the stairs of the dormitory. It was terrific fun, too, although the bruises on my shins might tell you otherwise.

Naturally, no fun thing goes unnoticed, and we were told to take it all down, so we've been playing Quidditch outdoors in the evenings. I'm no great shakes at it, but it's fun enough to watch those two. They're always so serious when they get on their brooms. I got winded last night after a Bludger hit me in the arm, so I decided to pack it in for the night (there are a few more able Quidditch players around now, so my presence wasn't as necessary). I was coming up to the castle and thinking about my bass guitar, Sid, and whether being bad at Quidditch could make for a good song, when I found myself in the middle of some sort of girl meeting in the Great Hall.

Girl meeting. That doesn't even begin to cover it. I recognized a few of the girls as being in my year (loads of Ravenclaws for some reason) but I still don't quite know why they were all meeting in the Hall like that.

It so happened that as I was passing through, a keg of Butterbeer had just arrived, so I offered to help one of the girls carry it in. The next thing I knew, she had offered me a pint, so I stayed and chatted with them for a couple of hours. I thought we'd been getting up to some crazy business, us boys, but it turns out that we're not a patch on that group of girls. There was some Firewhiskey making the rounds too, and as the night went on they just kept getting louder and more excited.

So excited, in fact...well, actually, maybe I won't tell that part of the story. Let's just say that I'll be trying to wander through the Great Hall on more Tuesday evenings if that's the kind of reception I'm going to get.

Best sign off for now--Euan thinks he's found a new secret passage, and I want to check it out before tea.