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..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?


[[*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. ^^)]
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*paces his empty classroom* Hm, none the worse for wear after the past fortnights. Excellent; excellent... the charms on the perishables have held; that'll be fifty-eight fewer bottles of wyvern tears to order for next year. The clover parchment, though... Hmph. If I had an assistant, these things might not happen.

Filtered to Harry )

*walks out through the closed door into the deserted hall; orders it to open so his journal can float out, checks the wards and passwords, orders it closed again, and drifts down the stairs with a feeling of purpose and accomplishment*

Let me see. Textbooks: Wright's again, I believe, and Haldah's Languages, and if Cove's brought out her new edition.... and Peeves hasn't graffitied my door again. Small mercies. New horizons, all well and good, but I suppose there's really no place like....

*walks through his office door, where Filch left his skull while he went up to check on the classroom*

*and backs out again slowly*

.....a dark closet full of spiders.

*eyeroll* Ah, the glamorous life of a teacher.

[[Strike unhackable. Bob should learn to be careful what he wishes for. XDDDD]]
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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....

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During spring break in 2009, the Ministry's anti-ghost legislation left Bob stranded in Chicago, Illinois, where he found dubious refuge with his old pupil Harry Dresden (the only professional wizard in the phone book). A few months after that, a magical accident de-aged Harry, and he was sent back to Hogwarts "for his own protection". Finally, at the end of the year, the Ministry eased off enough to allow Bob to rejoin Harry at Hogwarts... just in time for the Leaving Feast.

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*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.


*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?]]
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Well, I'd always heard it, but it appears that Italy actually is that lovely this time of year. Now if only Harry would get back from wherever it is he's gone... I don't like to imagine what kind of trouble he could get into in a city this old.

Now that someone finally decided to unpack my journal, I can note that we've had an extremely pleasant journey thus far. Except for one leg across Spain when I was obliged to ride in the baggage car... as though a European Union could form an efficient Council for enforcing the wizarding laws of all of its states.... How has everybody else's summer been? Don't skimp in the telling; I've little to do today but read.

[[Bob's on a world tour with Harry. Who wants a visit? XD]]
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BOB ICON POST and usual keywords for reference. :D

icons )
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*no Hawaiian shirt for Bob; he skims down the stairs in his usual eighteenth-century frock-coat and embroidered vest, because there's no such thing as heat stroke when you're dead*

*has a lot to arrange before the summer officially starts, but... doesn't want to miss any of this, really*

Really, this entire place looks like the aftermath of an explosion in a lei factory. *half-smirk*

[[First back-in-SH Bob post!! I have an internship now but will be back this evening!]]
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Shinier sign-up sheet coming soon.

Ancient Runes is open to students from THESE HOUSES and of THIS AGE. Please comment with:

Full name
Year and House
Languages you speak, read, or write
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..It must have been her, but after all this time? Does she not realize it isn't healthy to cling to the past? Surely some better confidante must have come there by now. Hmph, more fool the Headmaster to so encourage necrophilia in his students....

*pauses to surreptitiously wipe away a tear*

Well, that's just... really touching.

[[Bob = still not in SH, but something that happened there was brought to his attention. Sortinghat!Bob AU post. Strikeout illegible; he just gets all flustered when someone cares about him.~]]
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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.]]
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Well... that was that.

...*ink blot*

[[Private, hackable to friends]]

I suppose it's something to be thankful for, that if anything strange should happen which I can't blame on Harry, one knows exactly where one will end up.

*resolutely not looking at his skull, which rests on a shelf in Dresden's secret laboratory... not a bad place as wizard labs went, despite the hopeless clutter; folds his hands, once again transparent, behind his back, and leans over his journal with a curiously peaceful expression, somehow feeling rather better about life (or whatever this is) than he would have at this time last year*


Miss Tepplin, if you'd be kind enough to continue to collect my students' assignments... I'm going to assign a translation for this weekend. *snerk* You needn't have any worries about sending them; a plague of owls is just what this place needs.
HOMEWORK: translate Beowulf!! )

[[Once the event was over, Bob reverted back to the last place his skull was located, so he's still trapped in Chicago. In other news, COME GET POINTS! XDDD]]
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*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]]
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[[Filtered to Nia]]

I very much appreciate your forwarding me the students' assignments. They haven't given you any trouble in class, have they?


[[Filtered to Bob's students]]

All back to normal, hm? In that case, now seems as good a time as ever to cover the formulation of gender-tagged rune wards, such as the ones on the stairs to the girls' dorms, which I'm sure most of my male students are already familiar with. You will have one week to create a ward which can only be disabled by persons of your sex. Second through fourth years will concentrate on rune circles, while seniors will work on more complex and far-reaching designs. Give your assignments to Miss Tepplin by Tuesday, should I not be back by then.


*accidental sarcastic voice post* Actually I already mentioned that, Harry; the animal is grossly overweight and if you don't start letting him out of the house -- oh yes, of course, a thirty-pound cat is in deadly danger from any predator if he doesn't manage to sit on it first!...

[[Here, have an assignment to get the house points moving again! Comment with how your character did on the assignment; an O (Outstanding) is worth fifteen points and a P (Pass) worth two, with A and E ranged in between depending on neatness, legibility, whether the ward works, and so on.]]
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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 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.


[[Pulling Bob off hiatus to take care of some plot points. Hallo!~]]
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*looking, strangely enough, exactly like his usual self, rolling his eyes as he scans the chaos over the journal system*


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]]
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*stands in the middle of his classroom, the door open behind him, scribbling a complicated series of magical equations in the air with his finger and dictating notes as a magical quill transcribes them in his journal*

[[Filtered to Bob's Ancient Runes students]]

Your midterm exam will cover the first seven sections of your textbook. There will be a both a translation section and a practical section; you'll be responsible for the ward-work we've done, weaving protective spells into written rune circles.

Please refrain from blowing up your desk, as it distracts the other students.


[[Private, accidentally partly hackable to friends]]

My second year as... well, as near a free agent as I was ever likely to get, anyway. *glances at the skull on the shelf behind his desk* Doubtless Dresden is doing fine in his new life. It can only be a positive sign if he's too occupied for regular correspondence.

..confound the boy. Why doesn't he write.

Tinsel and music all over the place... ah well, 'tis the season.


[[Strikes are also partly hackable, but very difficult to decipher. I'm still not quite back off hiatus -- two more exams to go -- but would like to extend a hearty welcome to all our new people! I look forward to meeting all of you!]]
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..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.]]
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*pacing, at the extreme limit of his fifty-foot tether, through walls, rooms, and people without the slightest regard for where he's going, muttering furiously and clutching a translucent parchment which he occasionally smooths out, snarls at, and crumples again*


Confound that Fudge whelp! And the Spirit Division, countersigning such utter drivel -- it's got Podmore written all over i.... *remainder obscured by inky pawmarks*


*..which continue out of the secondary staff-room as Marco, his paws covered with Ever-Renewing Ink, splatters his way up the stairs and about his business*

[[He's annoyed over internal ghost matters at the Ministry, but may be amenable to conversation with people prudent enough not to ask. XD]]


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