The witch is a golden dreamer, it's Magical Gohda Chef
WHO: Professor B'nargin, Gamekeeper fon Ronsenberg, Professor Winchester and Counselor Winchester. Closed.
LOCATION:
WEEK: 57
TIME: Monday, afternoon
WHAT: Revealing motives! Making alliances! After taking way too long to put up this log, I barely remember!
RATING:
Ashe sat at her desk, straight-backed and tense, writing down notes for her next lesson. Teaching was...hard. The students were largely well-behaved, but teaching them was almost too emotionally draining. And then there were the troublemakers. That Hiruma boy...
She tapped her foot on the ground anxiously. At least things were looking up on the investigation side of things. Two more allies would help her cause greatly. There was a lot more ground to cover at Hogwarts than she'd thought there would be, and having to waste time teaching and marking and preparing lessons had not factored much into her plans, not to mention all the paperwork being sent to her from Dalmasca.
Ashe closed her eyes, concentrating. She had to control herself. It wouldn't look very good if Sam and Dean arrived and she looked...well, anything less than the very picture of calm, rational and in control.
LOCATION:
WEEK: 57
TIME: Monday, afternoon
WHAT: Revealing motives! Making alliances! After taking way too long to put up this log, I barely remember!
RATING:
Ashe sat at her desk, straight-backed and tense, writing down notes for her next lesson. Teaching was...hard. The students were largely well-behaved, but teaching them was almost too emotionally draining. And then there were the troublemakers. That Hiruma boy...
She tapped her foot on the ground anxiously. At least things were looking up on the investigation side of things. Two more allies would help her cause greatly. There was a lot more ground to cover at Hogwarts than she'd thought there would be, and having to waste time teaching and marking and preparing lessons had not factored much into her plans, not to mention all the paperwork being sent to her from Dalmasca.
Ashe closed her eyes, concentrating. She had to control herself. It wouldn't look very good if Sam and Dean arrived and she looked...well, anything less than the very picture of calm, rational and in control.