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A projector was sitting on the edge of the bar in the Ravenclaw common room. It was one of the two he'd manifested in the Sorting Room. Killjoy hadn't bothered to start it up yet; he was still feeling his way around, finding all the little void areas he couldn't reach. There didn't seem to be any call to place new ones down yet, so he returned his focus to the common room.
He had to admit to being a touch lost. He hadn't exactly planned on going to a school where they taught magic, and wasn't even sure if it was still early enough in the semester to register for classes. And what was this about a wand, again? He hated to just call out; it seemed rude. Best to wait and observe for a bit, first.
[[The projector will start up as soon as anyone gets curious enough to inspect it. Or Killjoy might just talk to you as a disembodied voice if the mood strikes. I'm still new, so please be gentle. :) ]]
He had to admit to being a touch lost. He hadn't exactly planned on going to a school where they taught magic, and wasn't even sure if it was still early enough in the semester to register for classes. And what was this about a wand, again? He hated to just call out; it seemed rude. Best to wait and observe for a bit, first.
[[The projector will start up as soon as anyone gets curious enough to inspect it. Or Killjoy might just talk to you as a disembodied voice if the mood strikes. I'm still new, so please be gentle. :) ]]