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[bobthewizard]

[[Filtered to Bob's students]]Welcome to Ancient Runes. For those who may think this class dry and academic, it is anything but. The written word, well-crafted and adeptly positioned, is used in all kinds of magic, from warding to Potions to Transfiguration -- and a misplaced line in a written spell can twist, nullify, or destroy. During the year,

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[dasiyaofthebell]

*meanders into class*

Hello! See, I made it on time and brought the orange!

[bobthewizard]

*turns, can't suppress an expression of consternation at Daisya's large can of bright orange paint*

[dasiyaofthebell]

"This should last me the year, don't you think?"

[bobthewizard]

*deadpan* I wouldn't doubt it. Why don't you put it under the desk until you need it?

[[Mistaaaaake! XD]]

[l_awliet]

*walks in, deadpan.* *sits down in third row in his usual shoe-less, slouched over manner. Then looks up.*

Why hello there, Professor.

[bobthewizard]

*totally wrong-footed for a moment* Where are your shoes!?

..Mr. Ryuzaki, I believe?

[l_awliet]

*brings feet up onto seat of chair and hugs knees loosely.*

But of course, Professor. It's good to meet you in the flesh. *what is this L; why're you teasin' teachers*

[bobthewizard]

*looks sharply at him; is oh so glad L and Daisya are in different years*

Nice to have an opportunity to meet the man behind the name.

[dib_wizard]

*slinks in and sits in a seat in his own little corner. He then sits there, mostly staring blankly at the black, tattoo-like stain on his hand, a product from his last visit to this classroom*

[bobthewizard]

*is writing the lesson in glowing letters above his desk, so they show up nicely against the blackboard at the front of the room*

Everybody has their books, I trust?

[tria_carmot]

*plunks a bag down with all the requisite materials down onto a desk and takes a seat*

'Morning, Professor. *looks as if he's not particularly enthused about his last year of Ancient Runes*

[bobthewizard]

*nods in greeting, thinking Guess who's going to demonstrate the homework on the board.....

[tria_carmot]

*bringing out parchment and stuff*

*pauses as his hand skims over a pair of dragonskin gloves, then he raises a hand up in question* ... Professor? Why is there a need for the gloves?

[bobthewizard]

...

I'm glad you asked. *evil smirk* We'll be working with volatile materials for part of the year. *indicates a shelf of ominous flasks and a pile of rough slates in one corner*