A/N: Hullo readers! I'm not sure why i'm writing this, but just go with it. Also, if anyone's noticed, I had a summer hiatus. Sorry! That's because I literally forgot I had a ff account. And then my password. High five self.
I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I would not be here.
Please review. Enjoy!
From the personal journal of Rowenna Rvenclaw, Order of Merlin, Third Class
December 3rd
My friends are lunatics. But I actually agree with them. Am I a lunatic?
Lunatic. Noun. [loo-nuh-tic]
a person whose actions and manner are marked by extreme eccentricity or recklessness.
They clearly fit that definition. The boys jumped readily to Helga's idea - were they even thinking? She seems to think we should start a new wizarding schol on her father's land in Scottland. None of us have any experience with either children or teaching. Helga even seems to think that raising a hoard - I mean a hoard - of kittens is the same as teaching and disciplining students, and Godric and Salazar think they can just wing it. I'd drive myself insane before we found a school together.
Helga does have a point, though - wizarding schools do have many faults, but I don't think we should be the ones to do something about it. We have no credentials, no experience. Just because we're respected doesn't mean our school'll be! It's like Axanna Dorgon trying to be an aurour - just because we're good at one thing doesn't mean we can do something else.
I'll try to make them see sense tomorrow, but for now, I must rest. My candle is running low. Maybe sleep will do them too.
A/N: I know that was short. I have a feeling that future chapters will be not much longer. I wanted to say that, if you didn't infer, Axanna Dorgon is a quidditch player, ie not an aurour.