Hrothbert "Bob" Bainbridge

..I always did have a weakness for open-air events. Now if only I could carry my skull around myself....

For all Ancient Runes students attending today's festival, you'll want to pick up your year's edition of Wright's White Rites Rightly Writ at the supplies booth. I hear the discount from the usual price is considerable.

*jots down a few notes about textbook prices and the names of some obscure books with which to pad out the year's curriculum*


( Private )
( Filtered to Harry )

[[Filtered to close friends*]]

I find myself in need of transportation for part of the day -- would anybody care to help me out?

[[/filtered]]


[[*Meaning close friends who already know that his skull limits his mobility. (If your character doesn't yet, but wants to find out, that can be arranged. ^^)]

These two-penny bigots are becoming altogether too bold... My sympathies to Miss Lee; it is to be hoped that she will make a swift and complete recovery.

( Filtered to William )

[[Private, hackable to friends/staff; strike mostly unhackable]]

Hmph, this travelling life suits me excellently well. It's so much fun to be cut off from everyone after the de-hexing at the border broke the transcription spell on my journal. Of course, these precautions must be taken, but would it have been too much to ask for one of the Aurors to reapply the hover-charm, at least? As it is, I was fortunate to find someone to pick it up off the floor.

Ah well. Petty irritations at best, but I find myself looking forward to the start of the new school year.

Pity I have no assistant these days; somebody's going to have to order the new texts from Flourish & Blotts....

[[/private]]

*hands clasped behind his back, looks down at the parchment left on the side table by a far too prissy owl*

..Oh, indeed.....


[[Private, 20% hackable]]

A low blow, to be sure. To think I pretended I would ever live down that name.... well, there's my answer. Such pretty words for such petty ideals. Small wonder, too, that it's come up among the children of late: such attitudes always trickle down from on high -- such as it were. If it weren't for Harry, I'd be tempted to attend just to laugh in their faces. It's not as though they can do anything to me now.

..And yet

..No. He'll encounter them in his own good time; it would not be justified.

[[/private]]


*stomps across the room, snapping an order at his journal, which obediently follows; while the note remains on the table, as notes will when the only person in the room is unable to touch them*


[[FIRST. XDDDD For this event, Bob will be played by.... ironic, isn't it?]]

BOB ICON POST and usual keywords for reference. :D

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*accidental voice post* ..Mister! Off the table NOW. I said NOW! Shoo! Go on, and try not to bring the earth-elements shelf down with you as well!

..Hm? *double-take at the journal lying open on the floor; eyes narrow* Harry, if you're reading this, your cat has the manners of a hippo.


[[ooc: Placeholder post; can be taken as canon!Bob or as SH!AU Bob. Just trying to get back in the character's voice, though he isn't in play anywhere right now.]]

*wakes up (wait, what?) on the top floor of the Astronomy Tower; staggers to his feet, staring around in incomprehension -- a minute ago he was criticizing Harry Dresden's potion-making techniques, and now....*

*looks down, stamps on the floor and doesn't go through it -- stares some more, searches his pockets for his journal and comes up empty, and then realizes it's cold up here*

*fumbles with the doorknob until it opens and starts down the stairs, trying to stifle the vertigo that comes with being affected by gravity again*


[[Bob's journal is still back in Chicago, so he'll only be able to meet people in-person. 8D]]

Confound it... if my skull were so dangerous, one would think the American High Council would rather have it out of the country than in...!

( Homework assignments )


[[Filtered to Daisya, Misa, and other students who are Bob's friends]]

Would you mind checking in on Marco until I return to the castle? He's usually able to feed himself, but might get lonely hasn't yet mastered the art of opening doors.

[[/filtered]]


[[Filtered to staff]]

If someone could take my classes until *interrupted here by a series of stabbity messy strikeouts* the powers that be see fit to admit me back into Scotland, I would be very much obliged.

[[/filtered]]


[[Pulling Bob off hiatus to take care of some plot points. Hallo!~]]

*looking, strangely enough, exactly like his usual self, rolling his eyes as he scans the chaos over the journal system*


.........Nametags.

I can't believe nobody else came up with it sooner. Five points to whomever comes in to class with a nametag; ten to whomever translates it correctly into Elder Futhark. That'll be ten of the easiest points you get all year.


[[Strike = unreadable. XD]]

..Did I hear someone mention homework?

Oh, well, if you really want something extra, I'd be happy to oblige.

And will whomever's been spreading these rumors about a new child ghost kindly employ a little more discretion? None of us have encountered him, and poor Myrtle's been distraught thinking that he must not want to be her friend.


[[Pretend Bob's been having class and giving out assignments as he always did, yes? And if it's not okay for him to have heard of Pharos, I'll delete that part.]]