*putting finishing touches on report*

*quill snaps*

*narrows eyes*

Something is very wrong.

*pores over copy of dry-looking legal document*

I know there's something in here on audial torture.

*glances at nearly blank sheet of parchment and sighs* There had better be. Apart from the attempted seizure of my notes, I doubt the Minister will find much of interest in this report otherwise. Lockhart tried to teach Disarming Spells, for ( Read more... )

Now that (I trust) you've all done the reading on Muggle subcultures, you will be presenting on one of them. For this assignment, I've divided you into partners.

( Pairings )

*reads over latest communique from Minister*

*looks up, gloating expression on face*

*savors for a moment*

*dips quill in ink and pens reply*

Dear Minister Fudge ( Read more... )

Thank you, Miss Chang, Miss Granger, and Miss Bones for not taking advantage of my absence to skip class. Mr. Zabini, I'd be more inclined to thank you as well if I had your assignment in hand.

Here are the grades for those of you who have turned your work in on time:

Bones, Susan - Acceptable
Chang, Cho - Exceeds Expectations
Granger, Hermione ( Read more... )

*comes rushing in, disheveled, aggravated, and more than a bit confused*

Fifteen departments, and no one had any idea what I was talking about! If I didn't know better, I'd think someone was playing a practical joke on me. But Ministry stationery isn't exactly easy to forge - or...get...hold...of...

...

Moody!

*note tacked to chalkboard*

Called away on Ministry emergency. Hopefully back before end of period. Until then, Miss Chang is in charge. Turn in your assignments if you have not already done so and discuss amongst yourselves. In the event you finish early, please read the chapter in British Muggles of the 20th Century on subcultures, as it ( Read more... )

*sits at his desk, feverishly scribbling notes and the occasional sketch*

...If I put Recording Charms on the gnats...But will I be able to compensate for the buzzing...?

*hears fireplace flare up behind him*

Who could that--

*turns*

*gasps at the head in the flames*

*jumps to his feet, papers flying, and attempts to compose himself*

( Minister! )

*fireplace in quarters flares green ( Read more... )

*bursts into empty classroom*

*looks around*

*swears*

*exits and slams door behind him*

That's the last of them. Not that it matters. Wherever they were, they're probably long gone.

I need a different strategy.