A new feeling.

Sitting in an arm chair by the fire, surrounded by the dark and silent common room, gazing at the flames dancing upon the firewood, listening to the sound of crackling fire, the serenity of being alone. He loved being in the common room when there wasn't anyone around. It was one of his guilty pleasures. The enjoyment of being alone, surrounded by the magnificence of the common room, the transition from a dark room into a room filled with dancing prisms of light reflecting of the window panes as the sun begins to rise, illuminating the black lake. At times, the giant squid can be spotted swimming up to the glass, as if to acknowledge that he was there.

He never minded if the giant squid was swimming around, at times, he would watch as it gracefully moves from one window, to the next, thinking that it must have felt free. He felt that the giant squid understood him and gave him, his space. It was always that little gesture that seemed to bond them and he felt accepted.

It was yet another peaceful, quiet early morning when a muffled sound could be heard behind him.

There shouldn't be anyone moving about during this time, he thought.

As he was beginning to think that he must have imagined the sound, that same muffled sound was heard again. This time, it was a little closer. Thinking that it was one of those prank pulling kids, he slowly drew out his wand and readied himself for a confrontation. The adrenaline rushed through his body, keeping his wand arm steady, he slowly turned his head to look at his approaching enemy.

What he saw, shocked him. It wasn't an enemy. What he saw was a beautiful girl with bright red hair that's down to her waist, pajamas with little jack o'lanterns patterns, warm furry slippers that were probably the ones making that muffled sound whenever she took a step, her wand arm out and pointed towards him with her deer in headlights look. She was as shocked to see him as he was her.

Opening his palm, facing towards her, slowly and carefully, he lowered his hands while standing up to face her, laying his wand on the arm of the chair. Taking a slow and steady step back, she decided that it was safe to approach. Her pajamas ruffled as she took a step forward, exhibiting the grace that she has.

He gestured to the vacant couch beside the fire, his eyes never leaving hers. He was mesmerized. He had seen her around the common room once or twice but it was always from afar. The firelight enhanced some of her features and brought to his attention, how beautiful her eyes were.

"What are you doing down here so early?" She asked.

"I'm usually here, this time. It's. Peaceful." He said without thinking.

He had never been so upfront about his feelings before and it was slightly disconcerting. He quickly regained his composure as he realized that she has been looking at him in silence.

"You're welcomed to join me if you wish. Unfortunately, I'm not good company this morning. I've got the Monday Blues." He said, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Well, I was actually trying to see if I could catch a house elf in action. I'll be going now." She spoke, smiled sweetly and continued.

"Happy blue monday."

Zombie-fied

Hey all,

As the title of the entry suggests, I've been "zombie-fied". No, not like a real zombie but it's a new muggle term I've learnt. It seems that muggles use this word, "zombie" often to describe being sleep deprived. I guess, the idea behind it is the lack of thought, the dead feeling, the rage and irritability that one often feels with the lack of sleep is similar to a zombie.

So, I had the experience of feeling zombie-fied even though I've taken a couple of pepper-ups to help me through the night. It was a report that I had to rush out for the ministry. Sometimes I do wonder if they do this on purpose. I don't think it's the first time reports are due within a short period of time, well, except during the times of the Second Wizarding War.

What report was I writing? Well, I can't tell you that. It's purely on a need to know basis. There are secrets, even in the magical community you know?

Anyway, these muggles do fascinate me. Perhaps I'll make it a point to introduce new muggle words that I've learnt. Or rather, muggle slang. -chuckles- I like that term. A good thing about this zombie-fied experience is that, I'm having a few days off work. Perhaps I'll make a trip down to Middle Earth for a visit.

Well, after I've caught up on my winks that is.

As always, leave me a comment and let me know what you think, or just say hi!

Farewell,
Lord Severus

Haunted Memories (game) - My thoughts

Hunted Memories, an Indie game released by MadMan Theory Games on Steam recently (2013), is a free to play game, in it's early access and isn't a completed game. What that means is, these muggles are letting other muggles get this game onto their laptop (portable) or desktop (grounded) to get a sense of what this game is about.

First thoughts of the game, dark. Literally. You start in the middle of what looks like the middle of no where with nothing on you. The slight distortion of the images gives off the appearance of you just waking up and feeling disoriented. Quite an interesting way of doing it too. It could be a rather slow computer too. It seems that an old system of this stuff affects some of the ability of the game to perform well. I suppose it's the same as getting updated versions like the Nimbus 2000 and then the Nimbus 2001.

Anyway, so you start off disoriented with no memory of what has occurred before this, and you're walking around with limp hands. The thunder, lightening and rain sounds add on to the atmosphere of being lost and having no clue with the only option of moving forward.

It won't be long until you come across an abandoned car with it's headlights still on. Is the car yours? Does it belong to someone else? Will there be help?

The only help comes from receiving a folder which contains messages, a map, showing where you are and an inventory list. Also found in the same area is a flashlight, a few steps down from the car, a gas canister and some batteries (you're welcome).

Looking at the map, you'll realize that you're stranded in a park. Cold, wet, hungry (I'm just guessing) and absolutely disoriented. The game seems to be really different from what I'm used to play. It doesn't really help that I have been reading the horror stories written by Stephen King. Also, the game is supposed to be a slenderman type game. I have no idea what that means. I'm hoping Hermione would shed some light on this.

Anyway, there is this thing called a 'save' in a game. It records your progress and allows you to return to the exact same point and the manner of saving defers with every game. For the Haunted Memories, you save by using a device called a typewriter (I looked it up). That's what it looks like and is apparently an older version of this laptop I'm using. It's like a technological improvement as that only types but this allows you to do so much more.

Went off on another tangent there again. What I'm going to say is, my thoughts on this game is that it isn't really exciting. What do I mean by that? Well, take away the fact that it's not a finished game and it's on early release, also take away the aesthetics of the game, I just felt really bored playing it. It is supposed to be a game that scares the living lights out of a muggle (maybe it's because I'm a wizard), and I've played through some of the scare parts, but I wasn't afraid at all. I yawned a couple of times too.

I suppose, some muggles do like to be scared by such gimmicks. Well, a trip into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night would do the trick but sadly, no muggles allowed. I would recommend getting this game for those who like that slenderman stuff or who like being scared by those jump scare type of thing because it's an interesting concept and I would expect muggles to like it, since it's made for them.

I would love to know what happened though. Maybe one day I'll find out.

As always, leave me a comment and let me know what you think, or just say hi!

Farewell,
Lord Severus

Rowdy students

Hello again,

It's been a while and I've decided to steal a little free time for myself. I'm honestly feeling rather overwhelmed by the new students this year. I don't really understand why these first years are required to be in this class. I suppose, it's a good idea to introduce to them the temptation of the dark arts and guide them to a better path, early on while they are still impressionable. -shrugs-

Anyway, before I start whining about those students, which is all I feel like doing right now, I'm going to include a few little updates on my life. Or what's left of it (narrows eyes at fireplace, the gateway to "hell"). My typing speed has relatively improved from 20 to about 40, considering that I've not spent much time on this muggle thingy for a while, I'll say it's going pretty good. Let's see, what else, I've been reading a few muggle books lately. I have to say, some of their imagination is brilliant.

I have been reading the works of the author Stephen King, and the whole horror, supernatural theme that is quite evident in his writing is intriguing. Perhaps without the knowledge that magic exists, allows a muggle to further create works that had no limitation.

I think that's about it, so, time for some whining and ranting. These first years are so different from past students. It's really quite weird. Gone are the days when students are thirsty for knowledge, gone are the days where these kids are at least slightly respectful to professors, with the occasionally rebellion, but students these days seem to really love being bad for the sake of being bad. It does seem like they do not understand the reasoning behind being evil but just loves being as bad as they can be. Perhaps it's a cry for attention, like what they say about negative attention still being some form of attention.

I'm not sure why the trend seems to be that way now. Could be some psychological after effect of the Second Wizarding War. I honestly do not know but if this is the way things are going, I might be forced to retire early. -chuckles- Might be why this class is required as a first year class now.

Now that I've ranted a little, I should take this chance to walk around the muggle world a little. That does take my mind of things. Perhaps I might need to review my teaching methods. -shrugs- Better make use of what's left of my little free time. Got to head back to Hogwarts in a couple of hours.

This blogging stuff does work wonders.

As always, leave me a comment and let me know what you think, or just say hi!

Farewell,
Lord Severus