*it's lunchtime, and a hairless, tattooed man mercifully clad in a scant loincloth is swaggering into the Great Hall, smooth and alert and curious about everything around him -- his sense of smell isn't so keen in this form, but he can still smell the food*
*over at the teacher's table, Professor Bob glances up, meets the animal's eye, and then just sighs and goes back to whatever conversation he was having*
[[Those of you who were around last time this happened will recognize the human form of
Bob's cat, Marco.]]