-no spell has been broken-

[bobthewizard]

*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]]

I've made a brief stopover at Hogwarts on my way back from the teacher's conference; Mr. Filch was kind enough to handle my, ah, material needs. I'll be Flooing through to that Undertown anteroom tomorrow after ordering the supplies for next year's classes. Remember to stay out of sight until *strikes that out as self-evident and patronizing* ..let the cat out for a while... so that your owl doesn't get a chance to devour it.

[[/filtered]]


*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]]