-and your parole's begun-

[bobthewizard]

..!

*faceghostlypalm, standing in a pile of shredded pages* Marco.....

[[Private]]

This may be my chance..... if I report it too late for....

[[/private]]

*tense, suddenly makes up his mind*

[[Filtered to Dwayne]]

If you would come down here for a moment... I find myself with something of a mess on my hands.

[[/filtered]]

Comments

In Person

[tastefulsilence]

Huh? You wanted to see me?
*pauses, takes in the mess Bob's standing in*

Need any help?

Re: In Person

[bobthewizard]

*standing in the rubble, face unreadable*

Yes. My cat saw fit to shred fifty feet of parchment and a textbook which I was planning to get rid of anyway. If you could introduce them to the fireplace, I would be much obliged.

Re: In Person

[tastefulsilence]

*takes in Bob's expression, eyes the pile of shredded paper, knows a cat couldn't have shredded a book that fine on its own but doesn't comment*

Yeah, sure.
*waits for Bob to move*

Any particular reason you were gonna get rid of the book?
*casual*

Re: In Person

[bobthewizard]

*shrugs noncommittally* I think he saw a spider.

*steps out of the pile of paper -- there's a lot of it, but perhaps not enough to account for a book -- and glides over to the desk, where several thick volumes from the Restricted Section lie open.... except for one, a thick, ancient tome bound in black leather*

*idly traces its title with one ghostly finger* Since it was written, it has fallen out of date -- quite unsuitable for our modern, enlightened times.