bobthewizard | -friendly strangers were all she knew-

[[Very, very unhackable, except maybe a tiny bit to Harry]]

There was one chance in a hundred that it wouldn't come to this. If it hasn't, no matter -- it soon will. He knows it, whether or not she had the maturity to understand what she's getting herself into. Has he even the slightest conception of the future it will rob her of? The lifestyle adjustment, the legal and social ramifications of undeath in wizarding society -- her friends and family, when the hunger comes upon her--

..yes, and her schoolmates. A vampire in seventh year. Dorming with the children.

If I could resign, wash my hands of the lot of them... they would still be in danger. And then -- what? Set the Fat Friar to watch the necks of his House? -- as it's obvious the Headmaster could give a rat's spleen for their safety....

Blast that impervious old man. It is vile -- criminal. If there is some vast, incomprehensible purpose to this... that's no excuse. The collateral damage is too high.

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This coast is unspeakably beautiful. It's been centuries since I came this close to simple nature -- the grey stones, the fine white sand, and a sea that seems to go on forever....

..NO, DAISYA, YOU WILL NOT USE MY SKULL AS A SAND SHOVEL!

[[At the time of this post Bob isn't aware of the mitigating factors involved in what happened to Piper. He's mainly furious at Dumbledore for closing his eyes during the school year to the circumstances that led to the whole situation. I am INSANELY busy today, but will be back for all teh plottage this evening! *waves*]]