Office hours

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While living with Kurama is very pleasant, almost pleasant enough to make him forget his duties, Kusuriyuri insisted on spending time in his office, studying and being there for any students who might decide to come by. On the doorframe is a small sign requesting that those who enter leave their shoes by the door. Within, he kneels at a low table, a couple of books stacked on it, one open before him, and a pot of genmaicha.

((OOC: I know I said I'd try to have a class up next week, but there has been moving and I've not had time to do the research to get it up. Give me a couple of weeks. Also, if you have things you'd like to see Kusuriyuri teach, feel free to ask.))

Herbology Class Sign-up Sheet

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Sign-up for Herbology.
Please clearly print your name and house. Any questions may be posted here or brought to Professor Minamino's office.
Class will be held on Friday December 12.

A careful observer will notice that 'Hermione Granger' is at the top of the sign-up sheet.

Application for Prince Kheldar (aka Silk), the Belgariad / Mallorean

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((This Silk is post-Mallorean))

One big drafty castle is much the same as another big drafty castle, but Silk had visited Riva often enough that he was fairly sure that this room wasn't in the Citadel. For one thing, Garion didn't have any pens that stood upright with no hand to hold them and tapped themselves on the parchment, as if they were impatient and wanted him to hurry up and get on with it. Silk smirked. No, not even when Lady Polgara was around did pens do that by themselves.

Despite the curiosity nibbling away at him, the little spy left the table alone for now while he inspected the room. Stone, stone, boring stone. Not even any decorations, or any indication of something interesting, like a secret hiding place. Quite disappointing, but also disconcerting as there was also no indication of how he had got from Riva to this mystery castle simply by walking through what he had thought was the door to the Ce’Nedra’s garden. A mystery that would certainly have to be solved. It might even turn out to be profitable.

And speaking of profit...an examination of the parchment on the table showed it to be light, and very even and white. Similar to the new stuff coming out of Tolnedra and Melcene at the moment, but even better quality. His long nose began to quiver at the prospect of the profit he could make if he could buy this up in bulk and export it to those countries. And imaging the screams of despair from various Tolnedran merchants just made the idea even sweeter.

Getting on to the questions on the parchment, Silk reached for the pen, which danced out of reach. He frowned at it.

"Well, how am I supposed to write?" he asked of it, then grinned as the pen began to write what he was saying with no need for him to write anything himself. "You could make a fortune with these pens," he murmured. Another fortune, at any rate.


( Allow me to elucidate. )

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