potions sign-up

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The following is posted outside the Great Hall and in the common room of each House.

Potions class will be held the evening of 9 October (Monday, a week from today).  Those interested in taking Potions should sign up here. List your full name -- with the personal name, in Western order, preceding the surname -- as well as your House affiliation.  If you have no surname, supply the name of your place of origin, and that will be used as your surname. 

Questions should be directed to Mr McGinnis, the new teaching assistant for this course. Dr Maturin may be consulted in his office in the event that Mr McGinnis cannot answer your questions.

S. Maturin, potions master
T. McGinnis, potions assistant

( ooc notes behind the cut -- please read )

Factory Tours

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It had come to Slartibartfast's attention that most of his schoolmates were extremely skeptical about his profession so, in an effort to troll the school for potential clients, he had decided to give a tour not of Neptune, but of the factory itself.

Accordingly he posted a sign on the bulletin boards in each of the Common Rooms, reading:

Hyperspace Engineering will be offering a tour of their factory floor tomorrow evening at 6 o'clock. Sensible shoes and warm clothes suggested. Interested parties please contact Slartibartfast.

Owl to the Sorting Hat

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( Application for Divination Professor )

Final message

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A piece of paper floats out of the fireplace in the Gryffindor commons. Later, a house elf happens upon it while cleaning. Realizing what it is, the house elf makes up a small package, attaches it to the leg of an available owl and sends it off.

( For Laura )

The house elf has thoughtfully packaged up the chimes, and they arrive with the letter.

((Honor and Nimitz are now officially popcorned.))

Hufflepuff Prefect Hours

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A poster appears on the Hufflepuff common room wall, as well as one or two other places about the castle. It reads:

I'm bored. Come and speak to me in the Common Room if you have any problems.

Try not to be boring.

Yubari Gogo
Hufflepuff Prefect

And, true to her word, Gogo is lounging rather sullenly in the common room, polishing the chain of her manriki.

owl to Sirius

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Padfoot -

I was wondering if I might stop by Gryffindor Slytherin wherever it is you're staying now and see how you're doing. Are you free this evening?

cheers,

Moony

open RP in the corridors: Cooper is on the case. Again.

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Not knowing that the talking cats had procured a potion to turn them into humans, Cooper had become baffled at the absence of said cats.

It was time to take action.

The wheelbarrow that used to hold bottles of rum now held pints of cream and suspicious baggies of something that looked smokeable (but was, of course, catnip. Well, maybe catnip could be smokeable?)

Oh, and a few bottles of rum and some pie tins -- because they could be werecats.

At various junctures in passageways throughout Hogwarts, Cooper was now laying down pie tins of rum and/or cream, with a catnip garnish. He sang under his breath as he worked: "Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow..."

Open RP!

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(  Heavyily warded owl to the sorting hat and the headmistress Kahnooloo: hexed to turn any unintended openers into paintbrushes )

Severus made his way from the owlrey, refusing to admit to himself that he was actually nervous about the reply he would recieve. What would he do if he didn't have some level of authority around this place? Be a student again? Prepostrous. Would he leave? He doubted it, he was safer in here than out there...especially since Dumbledore died.

Was murdered...

He mentally shook himself and demanded that his brain shut up immediately. He didn't want to go down that road today. Not that he ever wanted to think about it, but gut-wrenching guilt and depression on top of THE TOTALLY NON-EXISTANT nervousness was bound to leave him a drunken mess and that was definetly NOT what he wanted to be. He ran a hand through his hair and decided to head for the library. It would distract him and maybe he would be able to find an answer to this strange memory loss...

((Ooc: Hiatus over. Computer is fixed!))