I think I’ll sit here and have some tea instead of grading essays. Hope you all like that plan because I have no intention of changing it.
I don’t want to leave… Summers are lovely, and I like having time with Da, but I don’t see anyone except my cats and dogs and Dad.
Well, at least you see other people. I spend most of my time on my lonesome.
It’s not over yet.
It might as well be.
I can’t bring myself to assign anything, and no one can bring themselves to do it.
I’m not…I don’t have much else to do.
That makes it more depressing. It’s almost like limbo.
It’s not like I want to work, but I don’t want to go leave.
Have I missed a month again? Bollocks.
No, you haven’t. There’s still one more to go! But everyone seems so impatient for it to be over already.
There’s another month left, professor!
Only another month left. Nobody wants to concentrate anymore. The weather’s too nice, and the cake’s are too sweet. I know that’s how I feel.
It makes everyone in such a hurry to leave.
Ah, end of term is always so depressing.
I’m not entirely convinced of that, Potter. But if you say so.
But you must know someone who’s up to something.