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It was time to hit the streets in search of firsthand information. All right, to hit the corridors. Cooper strode purposefully through the halls of Hogwarts, or rather, as he thought of it, Warthogs.
The owl arrived while Stephen was locked in his office; not that River wouldn't have read it eventually, but this meant it came while she was the only one available to receive it. She read it, increasingly irritable--- granted that she did appreciate the apology, but couldn't Ms. Sandiego have just owled her? And she wasn't overly fond of the idea of her in Stephen's class, either.
Still, it wouldn't be fair not to give it to him. She stalked from their private rooms into his office, smashing smoothly through the wards and picking the lock as needed. "You got an owl," she said without preamble. "From a prospective student." She chucked it across the desk to him, then threw herself across one of the chairs he kept for students, regarding him challengingly.
((Warnings: Okay, it's River and Stephen; the only question is how long it'll take to get to the R rating, not whether it'll have one. Probable BDSM, bloodplay, the usual for them; if they come up with anything new and triggery, I'll warn you here.))