November 9th, 2015


[info]kinglaertes
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[info]kinglaertes
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[info]kinglaertes
[info]carpediem_net
Type: Journal
When: Monday 9 November, before classes.

The BMA presence monitoring my family estate was obvious, but despite this I had a nice visit with my parents. Still it is strange to feel as though there are less eyes on me at Hogwarts, with all of the students, staff, ghosts, elves and the like than there was at home with just my mother and father.

[Private to Ophelia]
My snake enjoyed his weekend with you. He says I ought take lessons from you about how to properly treat a snake. You clearly spoiled him. Let’s have dinner. I have some memories for you.

[OOC: everyone in Slytherin would’ve seen Ophelia draped in and followed by Laertes snake for the weekend.]

[info]qbranch
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[info]qbranch
[info]carpediem_net
Type: Journal post
When: November 9, evening

Back during my school days we had to pass notes the old fashioned way- uphill both ways in the snow.  Good to give the owls a bit of a rest, isn't it. 

I probably should have introduced myself before my first round of classes, but my office was a bit of a mess and needed sorting out.  So I apologize for that oversight.  My name is Quincy Boothroyd, and I'll be your new History of Magic professor.  I'm aware it's not the most exciting subject for many of you, but do get plenty of rest the night before because I do not tolerate napping. 

[Private to faculty]
I might be in need of a tour, if anyone would be so kind. 

Are there any troublemakers I should be prepared for? 

[info]highabove
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[info]highabove
[info]carpediem_net
Type: Journal post
When: November 9, evening

Yeah. I one hundred percent do not understand why someone always needs to grab my arm when I'm trying to jump the gap between where I'm standing and the stairs. Especially when they're about to stop right where we are or just started moving away like a second ago. I'm not going to die, but thanks anyway.

[info]cuteheiress
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[info]cuteheiress
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Will you listen? I’m softly singing this song for you


[info]cuteheiress
[info]carpediem_net
Type: Owl to Jack
When: 11/9 7:30PM

[OOC: Like the previous owl, this message is written on soft pink parchment, strawberry scented with large swirly letters, and only signed with the initials MM]

Jack~

Will you join me tomorrow at 7:30 in the astronomy tower?