-and how do people change-
Well... that was that.
...*ink blot*
[[Private, hackable to friends]]
I suppose it's something to be thankful for, that if anything strange should happen which I can't blame on Harry, one knows exactly where one will end up.
*resolutely not looking at his skull, which rests on a shelf in Dresden's secret laboratory... not a bad place as wizard labs went, despite the hopeless clutter; folds his hands, once again transparent, behind his back, and leans over his journal with a curiously peaceful expression, somehow feeling rather better about life (or whatever this is) than he would have at this time last year*
[[/private]]
Miss Tepplin, if you'd be kind enough to continue to collect my students' assignments... I'm going to assign a translation for this weekend. *snerk* You needn't have any worries about sending them; a plague of owls is just what this place needs.
[[Filtered to Bob's students]]
By this time, you should all have come across the eleventh-century epic Beowulf. The Hogwarts library is fortunate enough to possess several vintage copies of the original text, which is not in runes, so for many of you this will be a simple exercise in translation. Second through fourth third years will translate the first section, detailing the hero's arrival at Heorot; fifth years will continue through to the defeat of the monster Grendel; and sixth and seventh years will choose a section of manuscript between twenty and forty pages and render it first into plain English and then into heroic couplets. When I return, we will continue with more substantive work.
[[/filtered]]
[[Once the event was over, Bob reverted back to the last place his skull was located, so he's still trapped in Chicago. In other news, COME GET POINTS! XDDD]]
...*ink blot*
[[Private, hackable to friends]]
I suppose it's something to be thankful for, that if anything strange should happen which I can't blame on Harry, one knows exactly where one will end up.
*resolutely not looking at his skull, which rests on a shelf in Dresden's secret laboratory... not a bad place as wizard labs went, despite the hopeless clutter; folds his hands, once again transparent, behind his back, and leans over his journal with a curiously peaceful expression, somehow feeling rather better about life (or whatever this is) than he would have at this time last year*
[[/private]]
Miss Tepplin, if you'd be kind enough to continue to collect my students' assignments... I'm going to assign a translation for this weekend. *snerk* You needn't have any worries about sending them; a plague of owls is just what this place needs.
[[Filtered to Bob's students]]
By this time, you should all have come across the eleventh-century epic Beowulf. The Hogwarts library is fortunate enough to possess several vintage copies of the original text, which is not in runes, so for many of you this will be a simple exercise in translation. Second through fourth third years will translate the first section, detailing the hero's arrival at Heorot; fifth years will continue through to the defeat of the monster Grendel; and sixth and seventh years will choose a section of manuscript between twenty and forty pages and render it first into plain English and then into heroic couplets. When I return, we will continue with more substantive work.
[[/filtered]]
[[Once the event was over, Bob reverted back to the last place his skull was located, so he's still trapped in Chicago. In other news, COME GET POINTS! XDDD]]