( Elphias )

I was flipping through old journal entries and realizing that I rarely--if ever---use it like a journal was originally intended. It's become something of a play thing, just scribbling nonsense when I'm bored or annoyed and need to get out frustrations.

So! Not that anyone will really care, but maybe to keep me sane for a bit this is a good idea. Quidditch is coming up, which is always exciting. I actually got one of those Slug Club invites, fancy that, hm? I don't know if I'll be going, though I'm interested in hearing what reasons Slughorn has for inviting me but maybe there'll be some---

Hm. My cat is a secret agent spy for the house elves, I think. Well, that's my best theory, anyway. Gulliver disappears all night (I know this because I've rigged some booby traps for him---too much time on my hands? No, just a very good procrastinator) only to wake me up a minute before my alarm goes off (Worst. Feeling. Ever.) in the morning, taking the rest of the day to sleep in my bed. Bastard.

Anyway. I need to actually pass that Transfiguration exam on Tuesday, so I will continue waiting for updates about Sirius and avoiding doing classwork I must be off.