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Name(s): CLASS LOG, OPEN TO FIFTH YEARS+ (You have to have had good marks in Potions and Transfiguration to be able to take this class)
Location: Roy's classroom
Week: 35
Time: Thursday onward, all day
Rating: PG
As opposed to giving him less work with the break from class - Roy had cancelled his the moment he heard, of course - the death of Iroh had instead sent Roy into overdrive. While the stack of Hogwarts-related paperwork hadn't gotten any smaller, the pages of his journal (his personal one, not the standard-issue given to him by Cid) had filled up woman's names and mentions of chocolates and roses and backdates for meetings while on leave - all of it code, of course. He'd come to the grudging conclusion that Iroh's death had been natural, although the lack of body since the Ministry had taken it made this difficult to confirm. Reminded that his boss had told him to inform the staff of their findings on behalf of the Ministry, Roy turned to the Hogwarts journal.
Before he had a chance to write anything, however, a bell rang, signifying the start of the school day. With a start, Roy remembered that he actually had a class to teach today, the three day break he'd given his students since over. He'd been so caught up in his usual work that Alchemy lesson plans had completely skipped his mind.
...Okay, so that was a lie. Nothing ever skipped Roy Mustang's mind. But he'd like to pretend that it had. Shaking his head and grumbling, Roy prepared himself to shift through the paperwork mountain before noticing the relevant papers placed neatly on the top.
He smirked slightly before the first student entered the class. Trust Hawkeye.
Location: Roy's classroom
Week: 35
Time: Thursday onward, all day
Rating: PG
As opposed to giving him less work with the break from class - Roy had cancelled his the moment he heard, of course - the death of Iroh had instead sent Roy into overdrive. While the stack of Hogwarts-related paperwork hadn't gotten any smaller, the pages of his journal (his personal one, not the standard-issue given to him by Cid) had filled up woman's names and mentions of chocolates and roses and backdates for meetings while on leave - all of it code, of course. He'd come to the grudging conclusion that Iroh's death had been natural, although the lack of body since the Ministry had taken it made this difficult to confirm. Reminded that his boss had told him to inform the staff of their findings on behalf of the Ministry, Roy turned to the Hogwarts journal.
Before he had a chance to write anything, however, a bell rang, signifying the start of the school day. With a start, Roy remembered that he actually had a class to teach today, the three day break he'd given his students since over. He'd been so caught up in his usual work that Alchemy lesson plans had completely skipped his mind.
...Okay, so that was a lie. Nothing ever skipped Roy Mustang's mind. But he'd like to pretend that it had. Shaking his head and grumbling, Roy prepared himself to shift through the paperwork mountain before noticing the relevant papers placed neatly on the top.
He smirked slightly before the first student entered the class. Trust Hawkeye.