[identity profile] luciferincarnat.livejournal.com
The Robot Devil has set up his class, moving the desks to the side and placing chalk outlines on the floor. Sending out owls to each student who applied, and the teacher who wishes to audit the course, he waits patiently, if eagerly, waiting to finally teach his first class...

(Sorry for the long delay, RL takes presedent sometimes.)
[identity profile] luciferincarnat.livejournal.com
Come one, come all to the Qanonreip House Party! Actual membership in the house is NOT required. Free alcohol will be served to all those above drinking age, and temporarily aging potions to those who aren't!

The Robot Devil sets about pasting dozens of the posters around the school in a fit of sheer boredom.
[identity profile] pumpkinpatchsir.livejournal.com
Jack was out for a stroll, something he very much enjoyed to do when he had things to think about. It was early evening, his favourite time to walk, and the air was surprisingly warm for Scotland. Right after him hovered Zero, who had showed up just a few minutes ago, nose aglow and tongue hanging out of his mouth. He barked repeatedly and jumped up on Jack, wishing to play.

Absentmindedly Jack reached in underneath his suit, and with a faint cracking sound he broke off one of his ribs.

"Here boy," he called out to Zero, and then he hurled the rib as far as he could.

Zero zoomed off, barking in utter delight.

While the dog was off searching for the rib, Jack walked around the Quidditch pitch. He investigated the goal posts with great interest, and took vast steps from seat to seat on the stands. He must remember to ask someone about those strange hoops, as he did not recognize them from any sport he had ever seen children play, dead or alive.

Zero proudly returned with the rib in his mouth, and Jack crouched down to pet him.

"Good boy, Zero," he murmured.

((Feel free to bother Jack and Zero in their game; Zero would be more than happy at a new play-mate!))
[identity profile] nannynutter.livejournal.com
Agnes cleaned her hands, washing off any remaining bodily fluids on them. Volunteering at the hospital was, dare she say it, fun! She hadn't felt so at peace since she became the village healer back in her own time. After saying a brief goodbye to Ms Weatherwax, she headed off down one of the many corridors. Every couple of minutes, she would look at a crudely drawn map on her hand which traced a route through the maze of passages to the Professor of Apparation's office.

After a passing reference to the skill by another student, she had become increasingly interested in the topic. The librarian had already been deprived of as many books on the subject as the poor old lady could carry, and then some. She had even taken out a battered edition of "Hogwarts, a history" and read about the charms which kept the castle apparation-free, and had went through several of the exercises within one of the more practical books. Without exception, all the books had warned against trying to accomplish the feat of magic without a competent teacher. Hence the crudely drawn map.

Upon reaching the door, she rapped it heavily with her knuckles. "Professor? Are you in there?"
[identity profile] harrylives.livejournal.com
((OOC: sorry this is so late, I got distracted. Stoopid Real Life.))

It's 8 o'clock, and it's time for those invited to meet at the Robot Devil's classroom for DA/duelling club/amateur Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Harry has moved all the desks back against the walls and pulled the chairs forward into a circle. There is also a large pile of cushions to one side and a stack of DADA books up the front. He paces around the room, nervously.

((OOC: this is open to all those Harry contacted about the club, their friends and anyone who feels like gate crashing. It is in a 'public' classroom, so feel free to show up if you want to.))
[identity profile] luciferincarnat.livejournal.com
Owls arrive at all the students who were interested in learning Apparations.

Class will be held shortly, please send an owl confirming you still wish to be part of my course.

Yours Truly
Professor Beelzebot

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