Current mood:

mischievous

I was having a game chess with a second year, who put up an admirable fight despite being obviously awed by his opponent, and the pleasant lull of victory and the warmth of the Hufflepuff common room caused me to drift into a melancholy sort of mind.

We're rather lucky, aren't we? That we're wizards at all is, of course, quite wonderful, but even more especially when you consider the fine institution we inhabit. Errors made by the administration aside, we're still kept safe from the outside threat of Dark wizards, winter chill and the prospect of menial labour for a wage. Even the classes are often interesting, and though we're all swamped with work and revision for NEWTs, it's a generally fine way to spend the larger part of our younger years. We are, all of us, too concerned with the insignificant irritations that such a life is tainted by to truly appreciate the positive side of it all.

But then I remembered that I have to share a castle with Slytherins, Peeves, numerous Weasleys and Goyle, and I decided that those irritations were indeed quite troubling and could not be overlooked. Ah, for the day when I shall become Headmaster; I'll shape the school up, and only accept students deemed worthy. No longer will there there be unfounded arrogance, pupils singled out as inferior and certainly not any of the prejudice as is so prevalant among certain people.

It is a contenting thought, is it not?