PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Uh..hey. So I guess we're going to be room-mates for a while. Or..mansion-mates..or. ..something. Never thought I'd be living in a mansion. But here I am, mansion-living. Forgetting my point..but anyway, I'm Jack. Jack Landors. Just thought I'd say hey. So..hey.

THAT JAMES FELLOW HAS HER I'M GOING TO KILL HIM SOMEONE CALL NINE TWENTY FOUR OR NINE SIX THREE OR WHATEVER THE BLOODY MUGGLE NUMBER IS HE HAS MY HERMIONE AN

[ooc: he was so angry that he just didn't finish. expect many of his responses to be that way!]

The closer we get to the holidays, the more convinced I am that parents purposely send their children to school doped up on candy canes, pie, and cookies just to see how crazy they can make us teachers. A second grader threw up in the classroom fish tank today and I swear it was flecked with mint.

I don't know what the guy in 2B's problem is but he sounds like he's possessed or something, screaming at all hours of the night in what sounds like really broken latin. This girl either needs to get some sleep or a caffeine IV. I need to get to finding some work in this town if I really am stuck here.

I used to work in a coffee shop type place called Java the Hut and I worked for my dad who is a Private Investigator, I have some computer skills and receptionist experience as well, but I'm not sure what to really look for here, besides who takes a teenage PI seriously unless she's a cartoon?

A woman who said she knew you, said you were here. She also said I should try contacting you and that you might answer.

So... hi. I'm here, and I'd like to know if you're here too. You know me. I won't invade your space if that's what you want, but it's been a while since I've been on my own. I guess I'm just not as used to it as I thought I might be.