Application: Witch Baby Wigg Bat, Francesca Lia Block's "Dangerous Angels" series.

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((I'm taking Witch Baby from a few months after Missing Angel Juan))

Witch Baby coasts into the Sorting Room on her cowboy-boot-rollerskates, and looks more than a little surprised to be there. She recovers her composure quickly (there being no one around that she knows, so it makes no difference if she sulks or not), and rolls over to the table. The parchment and quill are a novelty to someone used to notebook paper and cheap ballpoints, so she takes a closer look. Interesting.
( What time are we upon and where do I belong? )

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___WBWB_____
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___WBWB_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____WBWB____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____WBWB_____

Open RP: Potions Office Hours

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Valentine is thrilled. He is now a professor, which means he has power. And power is always a good thing. It gives most of his vast variety of drugs a run for their money, actually.

He's spent the past week puttering around his new quarters, acclimating himself with the potions lab, and putting something of a lesson plan in order. He found himself actually looking forward to his first class. He'd also spent some time ordering his new house elf (who has heard stories about Valentine, and tries to make himself scarce whenever possible. Valentine isn't planning to do anything to this elf, though. It's his elf now. The others are all still fair game.) to make signs and place them around the school.

Come and meet the new Potions Master!
Office hours will be held Monday 2-4 p.m. or by appointment. Please make all appointments at least 24 hours in advance.

A map to the dungeons had been drawn on every sign. (Dungeons. How quaint. Valentine is charmed beyond belief at teaching classes in the dungeon of a castle.)

The signs are up, small pastries and tea are set on a desk (for the moment, they are untampered with; he doesn't want to scare off potential students just yet), and he's hopped up on one of his own concoctions, nearly vibrating behind the desk. He polishes a desk name plate that he's had made for the occasion, which reads "Lord Valentine Wolfe: Potions Overlord," and settles back to wait.