I really am looking forward to Care of Magical Creatures next term. Naturally, we won't be working with dragons, but it's still been on my mind a lot as of late.
I did look up that Parkinson you mentioned. I got permission from Pince to look him up in the Restricted section. His name was Darby Parkinson, he was some cousin or another of my great-whatever grandfather Loomis. Darby tried to go back 100 years in time, but something went terribly wrong, and there was a giant explosion both at his house, and on the spot where his house was being built 100 years earlier. Which is funny, because the reason he wanted to go back in time was to check out the explosion to see what caused it. They mentioned something called a "sonic boom," and about how going too far in time in one go can lead to ripples like a sonic boom except for in time, so now we know we can't travel quite that far at once. So I guess he won't be stopping in for tea, unless it blew him several hundred years forward by mistake.
Sorry I've not been much of a correspondent recently.
Sonic booms, eh? I think you should keep in mind that you might have an extra for tea quite unexpectedly one day, then. It's a good excuse to always keep an extra package of biscuits in the larder, because you're absolutely right: you never do know.
I know there are good sorts of distractions and bad ones, and I'm hoping I'm the former, but if I'm the latter, you'll be sure to let me know?
And I suppose regardless, it's good to be prepared for any random guests to stop by for tea. Even if they aren't distant relatives from several hundred years ago. According to mum, you know you're doing well when all sorts of people want to have tea with you.
Mother has a similar saying. Of course, what she really means is that you know you've made a success of things (her phrase) when your rate of invitations received to those extended coasts along at a ratio of two hundred to one, year in and year out, with no fuss on your part at all. There are perhaps four or five elderly witches she allows across the threshold, not counting you and me and the handful of family she's got left. And yet the post owls groan with burden of delivering all her correspondence.
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Date: 2010-03-22 02:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-22 03:58 pm (UTC)I'm worriedI know I'm not supposed to askI'm sorry.I really am looking forward to Care of Magical Creatures next term. Naturally, we won't be working with dragons, but it's still been on my mind a lot as of late.
I did look up that Parkinson you mentioned. I got permission from Pince to look him up in the Restricted section. His name was Darby Parkinson, he was some cousin or another of my great-whatever grandfather Loomis. Darby tried to go back 100 years in time, but something went terribly wrong, and there was a giant explosion both at his house, and on the spot where his house was being built 100 years earlier. Which is funny, because the reason he wanted to go back in time was to check out the explosion to see what caused it. They mentioned something called a "sonic boom," and about how going too far in time in one go can lead to ripples like a sonic boom except for in time, so now we know we can't travel quite that far at once. So I guess he won't be stopping in for tea, unless it blew him several hundred years forward by mistake.
You never know.
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Date: 2010-03-24 09:32 pm (UTC)Sorry I've not been much of a correspondent recently.
Sonic booms, eh? I think you should keep in mind that you might have an extra for tea quite unexpectedly one day, then. It's a good excuse to always keep an extra package of biscuits in the larder, because you're absolutely right: you never do know.
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Date: 2010-03-25 08:37 pm (UTC)I know there are good sorts of distractions and bad ones, and I'm hoping I'm the former, but if I'm the latter, you'll be sure to let me know?
And I suppose regardless, it's good to be prepared for any random guests to stop by for tea. Even if they aren't distant relatives from several hundred years ago. According to mum, you know you're doing well when all sorts of people want to have tea with you.
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Date: 2010-03-26 03:58 am (UTC)