-for he will do as he will do-

[bobthewizard]

*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

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[not_a_comedian]

*glancing up from his plate of food, John sighed and shook his head as yet another half naked animal wandered into the Great Hall. After the initial shock of waking up to this chaos, the impulse to curse them into oblivion has thankfully passed. Seeing Bob's movement out of the corner of his eye, John turned and blinked*

Anyone you know?

[bobthewizard]

Unfortunately. *looong-suffering sigh* Never get a cat, Mr. Winchester. They're more trouble than they're worth.

*over by the Ravenclaw table, Marco hears this, tries to flick his ears back, fails, and settles for a knowing smirk*