bobthewizard: (15)
*it's lunchtime, and a hairless, tattooed man mercifully clad in a scant loincloth is swaggering into the Great Hall, smooth and alert and curious about everything around him -- his sense of smell isn't so keen in this form, but he can still smell the food*

*over at the teacher's table, Professor Bob glances up, meets the animal's eye, and then just sighs and goes back to whatever conversation he was having*


[[Those of you who were around last time this happened will recognize the human form of Bob's cat, Marco.]]
bobthewizard: (13)
[[Filtered to staff]]

I find that a number of my students have recently been late in submitting their homework. Surely they've had time to recover from last week's prank. Is there something affecting student welfare that I somehow don't know about?

And as for Ryuzaki's latest owled assignment.... Coffee stains!? Prompt and exquisite treatment of the subject, as usual, but does he WANT points taken for neatness?

[[/filtered]]


[[Filtered to Bob's students]]

Those of you who still have homework outstanding -- you know who you are -- will be marked down unless you provide a valid excuse. You have until tomorrow to turn it in, and then I very much regret to say that people will start losing points.

We will be doing another project this week. Remember to bring your Wright's workbook to class.

[[/filtered]]


*ghosts across the Great Hall to catch some of the professors after dinner*


[[Feel free to be one of the students with the late homework, or to encounter Bob as he makes his way from his office to the Great Hall.]]
bobthewizard: (5)
..Who left my closet office door open?? Somebody kindly close it at once!!!


[[Private]]

Oh, this is it. This is INTOLERABLE. The noise level near the Great Hall is disturbing at the best of times, but with people leaving that door open at all hours of the day or night? *impatient sigh* Soundproofing charm... a command word for the door.... just another chore that I'll have to prevail upon someone to do. I would say that's life, but, well, it isn't.

[[/private]]


[[Anybody looking in will see a cramped room, two or three grimoires lying open on the small desk, a burning oil lamp, several thick dribbling candles, a transcription quill poised above Bob's journal, and the rune-carved skull sitting alone on a high shelf.]]
bobthewizard: (2)
[[Private]]

No way outside.

The size of this castle... walls and rooms going on forever, or at least far enough to make all the difference. A murrain on this curse! *frets* But all is not yet lost. There's more than one way to skin a cat, if only metaphorically.

[[/private]]


*stands in the back of the Great Hall, forbidding of mien and demeanor, watching the fireworks through the enchanted ceiling*
bobthewizard: (5)
*letters neatly printed, courtesy of a fresh transcription quill*


[[Private, 5% hackable]]

Testing, testing... this appears to work after all.

*clears throat*

Well, what a tawdry little place this is, to be sure. Not that I've accumulated a surfeit of material belongings in my travels, but it would be nice to own a space somewhat larger than a broom closet, so that I can meet students without having them stand in me all the time.

Still, there's no denying the convenience of the area. It was thoughtful of Dumbledore to situate me between the Great Hall and the teacher's lounge, with at least four classrooms close enough to traverse without difficulty.

This place is packed with children -- inevitable, I suppose, for an institution purporting to contribute to wizarding education. *long-suffering sigh* Perhaps I'll attend the next staff meeting. It would be as well to have the worst of this unexpected situation sooner than later.

[[/private]]

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