Hallowe'en may have been last Wednesday, but just this afternoon I saw something nearly as frightening!

I came across little Miss Tatting in the common room today, and we got to talking again - this was me mostly trying to avoid doing my Divination homework (honestly what's even the point in Divination if Professor Carmichael's not in the room?) - and I think she likes me, because shy as she is, I was inquiring what sort of thing she had been up to - I see her awfully focused over a sketchbook sometimes, when she thinks no one is paying her much attention - and she actually showed me a little of what she spends her time on. I should have guessed it would be fashion sketches - she is a Tatting, of course she'll grow up and be a seamstress or something - but Merlin, I hope someone teaches her something first, because at the moment it's looking... grim. Awfully focused, I say - and if I am honest, some of those dress designs are just awful.

I was wonderfully encouraging, of course - I should not like to be the one to dash all her dreams at once - but it was very hard to pick a favourite, for they were all so... like that, and although I did for her sake, I am rather glad none of these designs have yet been made manifest, for the rest of ours.

Perhaps she'll improve, in time.

And perhaps I'll get better at badminton one day.

Though I'm not holding my breath on either count.

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