I suspect Rolanda may have planted them there just to rile me up. I think she's still a bit miffed that I never asked her permission to dally with Poppy.
But they were Gryffindor ties...what if...
No. Too weird to contemplate.
I gave Poppy that poem I wrote in my last entry. I thought she was going to cry when she read it, she looked so emotional. Then she threw her arms around me and gave me a kiss that almost knocked me senseless, and the next thing I knew we were all but running into the supply closet. Poetry as foreplay, who knew?
Finals are over as of next weekend, and I expect to be too busy until then to write much more. Then we have the old loon's birthday party and the leaving feast, and then good riddance to them all. I expect to be having myself a very enjoyable summer, without student distractions.