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A soft pop echoes in the spaciousness of the great hall, and something that very much resembles a very old, weatherworn loudspeaker appears ten feet or so off the ground, and stays there. The sounds of someone murmuring and muttering incoherently issue from it, then suddenly the room is filled with what seems like six voices, all speaking at once.
They say:

"Er... hullo. Is this thing on? Are we on the air? Hullo... yes. Yes! Of course I'm pressing th-Hello! Students and Faculty of Hogwarts! We are so very happy to be speaking with you today. Well, really, I guess we're not. But in a way, we are.
It's complicated.
See, we've not been around very much lately (not even to sort!), and our bodies have begun to waste away with inactivity. It happens when you're not animated by a creative spirit... you just sort of fade away, and people forget about you. It's happened to us. That's why we're speaking to you today - to throw in a last bid to somehow save us from being nothing but footnotes in the annals of Hogwarts History.

So... We'd rather like you all to mount a sort of quest. A quest to see if you can't find what's left of us, and blow a little life back into our bodies. We'd very much appreciate it... there's no privacy up here."

The speaker retracts into nothingness, but not before a largish note falls out of the same hole to nowhere. Written in a queer and largish hand are a list of names -

Simon Tam
Roland Deschain of Gilead
Charles Weasley
Sir Alexander Dane
Francis Crawford of Lymond

And at the bottom, in a noticeably more feminine hand:

Anne Shirley

((Alright folks... it's a Character Auction. I'm willing to give Simon, Charlie, Alexander Dane and Francis up to a good home. Otherwise, they're going to go to the discarded characters list. I just don't have the time. So - if you want a character, go and find him. Be creative. Send me an e-mail, too (grinningjim AT gmail DOT com), and I'll give you the password to the account. I'll leave this open for three days or so, then they're all going to disappear in creative ways.
As for Roland and Anne, they need to be found. So go find them :D ))