I’ve begun packing for my return to Hogwart’s, slowly and methodically, making sure, since there are a few more days left, that things will stay neat and organized. I hate opening a trunk with things all out of place. And the students know when I open a messy trunk because they get the wrath on the first day of classes. Just a bit of fun, I’m afraid.
So, I leave for Hogwart’s in less than two days time. I shall be there a day before the students, only to arrange my classroom since classes start the day after The Sorting Ceremony. I eagerly await the ceremony this year. Curiosity has taken hold of the present situation and I wonder how the witches will be sorted and what the response will be. I have heard what wizards are saying but seeing is believing.
Speaking of what wizards are saying, my Marissa and Bradley and Eadwine came to visit this weekend. We graciously took them in and had sort of a soirée. We invited my brothers and their wives Doyle and Cassidy;
And the topic on our tongues was, nonetheless, the allowing of witches to attend Hogwart’s. Surprisingly, well maybe not so, Bradley, Seamus,
Now, I have my speculations of the whole thing, of course I do. I haven’t seen such a thing in so long, witches practicing magick outside the home. I mean, who knows if they can handle the attention or the spells or charms or transfigurations. But who are we to decide that they can’t even try? I want to give them a chance and I will give them a fair chance. I will give them practice after class, as I would with anyone, if they request it. If they come to me and ask for help, I shall help. Everyone deserves the chance to try. I bet there will be some of the female students who will get things much better than the male students. And I believe that the male students may get things better than the females. But to not give them a chance because of other witches? I don’t believe in condemning one because of others. To be prejudice towards a group? I know no such thing.
I find it treacherous that other females condemn them as well. To say that it is right that females are not as good as the males and to actually be a female when you state it just seems so treacherous. That they would make themselves a different class just seems so strange to hear.
Now, our discussions never go on with Marissa in the room because they can become very heated debates. Mind you, nothing ever gets out of hand, but sometimes the language can be a bit graphic and I prefer to not have my niece subject to such vulgar, especially when some comes from my own lips *grin*.
So, we all spend time with her in intervals, a half an hour in the garden where we discuss, in a less colorful manner, what we were discussing and see she had questions. Now, I don’t expect her to divulge every little question to the others since I know she waits for me, but when I went to talk to her, she was rather quiet. She was rather nervous and afraid. She told me she didn’t even know if she wanted to attend. I was shocked but she still has a few years and her mind might change. But from the more we spoke, I think she’s afraid she won’t do to well with the other professors, but even as I reassured her that they were great professors, she was reserved. She makes me laugh, my Marissa, she will always want to be tutored by me I'm afraid.
On the last night of our party, after dinner and before everyone was to leave, Marissa gave us a great little show of her talents. She has become quite the little witch for her age. But, she is gone right now and I won’t see her until Christmas break. I will have owl posts nearly every other day but it is never the same as seeing her bright face and those gorgeous green eyes. Until then owl posts and letters and packages will be magnificent.
And until Hogwarts I sign this journal, Galen Magus Aldwyn Ambrose, farewell.