The day was sunny, but not excessively so. Jezz, emerging from a period of study (including a tangent on local varieties of feeblemind), decided it was a perfect opportunity to further acclimate himself to daylight. He’d had daylight exposure back home, but it was usually filtered by the trees of Cormanthor, which was comfortable but had its ( Read more... )

As entrances go, his was a bit more flashy, with purple smoke and him floating in the middle of the room.

"Hey! My sabbatical's supposed to be in Tahiti, not Scotland!"

But no matter how many times he poofed, he just reappeared in the Sorting Room.

( Oh fine. If I'm stuck here, may as well fill this out. )