1. We have a class called History Of British Theatre that is so boring I almost fall asleep every week and is taught by an old man who shall not be deterred from his lesson no matter how bored/unconscious his students appear to be. Thus we call this class History of Magic and our tutor Professor Binns.
2. Since coming here I have eaten trifle, treacle, pasties, and many strange and delicious varieties of candy.
3. I take a wide assortment of classes all day long, all of which are somewhat baffling to me, and many of which either seem very frightening and dangerous or have actually resulted in an injury.
4. My black haired, hooked nose tutor is unnecessarily mean to everyone, but especially to me, and would rather be teaching a different class.
5. The school is run by an eccentric older man who makes brief, enlightening appearances into my life and then disappears again.
6. Every tutor is a unique kind of crazy, and seems perfectly suited to the strange subject they are teaching.
7. Every Monday, my flat is mysteriously cleaned by someone (or some-elf) I never have seen but who does a thoughtful and meticulous job.
8. My mail is delivered to me at school in “pigeon holes” which is basically the same as delivery by owl.
9. We have (K)Night Buses
Not convinced? Just ask me to do some magic when I get back to the US in June…
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