Hrothbert "Bob" Bainbridge

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 )

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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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..Who left my closet office door open?? Somebody kindly close it at once!!!


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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.

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[[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.]]