::Open RP: Oooh, a library!::

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If this was a school, there must be schoolbooks, mustn't there? Still wearing the skull tshirt Mello had given him (an odd contrast with his white pyjama pants), Near explored the hallways curiously, until he found it.

The library.

Now, this was more like it. Books and books, all unread, all on subjects he knew next to nothing, or absolutely nothing, about!

There was only one thing to be done.

He selected a stack of books at random and settled down at a table, opening A BEGINNER'S GUIDE TO RUDIMENTARY CHARMS.

Owl to Dr. Grant

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Dear Dr. Grant,

Another student in Ravenclaw and I have decided to run an experiment testing the supposed mythological preference of unicorns for virgins. Before we refine our procedure, we wanted to discuss your experience with unicorns and whether or not we could borrow (under controlled circumstances) a group for our experiment when the time comes. Thank you, and we'll meet with you at your convenience.

Sincerely,

Dr. Jack Hodgins, Ravenclaw

Signups for COMC

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This is a sign-up for the continuation of the Care of Magical Creatures class on furbies. New students are always welcome. Please bring your assigned furby to class, if you have one.

( OOC Disclaimer )

Owl to Dr. Grant

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((Backdated to just after this., although Grant will not be back to get the letter til after his trip, but it's OOC for Mia not to have sent him this. Whether or not Grant can see the colored text is up to the mun. Mia will not notice it.))

( Owl to Professor Grant, warded )

Going Home

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Finally Ed had found a way back from whence he came and it couldn't have come at a better time. He'd heard strange and ugly rumors from the house elves as of late, rumors that said it was definitely time to go.

As he and Winry packed their things, Ed could only think of how nice it would be to go somewhere where people didn't look at you oddly when you said you were an alchemist, and more importantly, where he had some fucking money and not a bag of marshmallows at the end of the month. They couldn't stay there forever, after all- he and Winry did want kids afterall and Hogwarts was hardly the place to raise them.

After much needling by Winry, he did tell Al he could bring his new boyfriend (Roxas) home with them.

And so he (and oddly enough, a hoarde of completely irrelated people as well) left Hogwarts for good.

((Posted with permission of Winry/L/Roxas-mun, of course))

Meanwhile...

Light wondered why L was dragging him so vehemently down the corridor to the popcorn room. "Why are we going there?," he asked repeatedly, only to be answered with a curt, "Because it is the way back home, apparently."

Light also wondered if the radio broadcast a few days earlier (L seemed to recognize the voices, oddly enough) was why the older man had been so shirty lately. When asked about that L could only manage to look vaguely disgusted and glare at Light in response.

"...Wait, so why are we going home?," Light asked.

"...Because we are the only sane ones left," L answered swiftly, "And I intend to get out before that changes."

((It's been fun, guys, but I'm headed for less cracky grounds! Consider my chars popped.))

Gently Into That Good Blah Blah Blah

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The problem was, Dr. Cox had somehow thought that the new job would actually fix things.

Which he guessed was his first mistake, come to think of it. Come on -- he'd also thought divorcing Jordan would fix things, and that hadn't done a whole lot.

Anyway, the fact of the matter was that something... was in the air around here, and his nice new salary wasn't doing a whole lot to get rid of it. At first, he'd thought maybe it was just that he was more bored than usual... But nah, that wasn't it. Something was definitely different. Something was changing. People were starting to disappear left and right, like something was actually repelling them away from the place. And good God, some of the people that were coming in! He kept hearing rumors through the House Elves about all kinds of... well, some of it was better than his stories, but some of it was just downright disturbing, disgusting, and many, many other adjectives that, when you boiled it right down to it, all meant "screwed the hell up."

It had been putting him on edge, that was for sure. He was snappy to begin with, God knew, but lately even he had to admit he'd been unbearable. And -- well, he could not tell you why, but one day enough was enough.

Maybe it was that he'd gone down to the Popcorn Room and seen one too many new names he knew. Maybe it was that on his way to the Great Hall for lunch, an owl had crapped on his lab coat. Maybe it was just that he wasn't getting enough fiber in his diet. Whatever it was, he was done.

When he got back to work, an errant House Elf dropped a set of beakers, and Cox finally snapped for good. "All right," he snarled at the poor, terrified Elf, "that's it! I have had it up to here with the amateurish crap that goes on around this place aaaand if I have to go ahead and do hyeverything by myself, well, gosh darn it, I may as well do it someplace that doesn't make me want to go ahead and kill myself and everyone around me." He gave the Elf a twisted, manic grin and surged to his feet, knocking over the rest of the beakers. Whistling cheerfully, he stalked out of the Wing, heading back towards the Popcorn Room.

The fact of the matter was, magic wasn't fun anymore, not these days. The fun had gone right out of the whole damn place. And he couldn't go back home, not with everything he knew now. So, he guessed, it was time to find out what was next.

And maybe -- just maybe -- if he was reeee-heeeeeeally lucky -- JD wouldn't follow him this time.