confusedSo I just finished Harry Potter's second lesson. Katie Bell is in St. Mungos. What is it that they do that Madam Pomfrey can't? I haven't figured out what constitutes serious injury and what doesn't.
I have a lot of sympathy for Tom too, but as Dumbledore says, it's our choices that make us what we are. Some people, even with unhappy upbringing will grow up to be arrogant twits.
I've been thinking a bit about this lately, wondering how much is nature and how much is nuture, and I don't think you can entirely count nature out. I've been placing a lot of emphasis on nurture, using the surrounding environment as a formative base, but I'm really starting to think that some people are just born that way. You can apply corrective measures as best you can, but there's a limit to how much change you can impose from without.
Still. Poor Tom. And poor kids around him.
Went to a wine tasting last night. I don't remember much about it. Ha. Ha. Little joke. It was interesting. It was great going with people 'cause we'd go up to a table, get a wine for each of us and share it around. Made it quicker and limited our intake slightly. There's a lot of really indifferent Zanfandel out there. And some really, really, amazing port. I suppose that goes without saying, but it's too late, I done said it already.