War Is Coming Communications.

Today an amusingly drunk young man in the inn decided to inform me what was wrong with the country before I believe attempting to...what is the word. 'flirt'.

I gave him coffee on the house and sent him on his way. Nice to know some constants remain in the world

Harry tells me there are some people here who could help me with ID, so I can get a job.

I'm Perry Van Shrike. Worked as a private investigator.

I almost forgot what studying magic was like without a cranky ass ghost telling me I'm doing it wrong, or trying to convince me to make a love potion he can't even use. Because you know, dead. Eat your metaphorical heart out Bob.

[Dawn]
That stuff I ordered come in yet?

We should talk.

[Text to Kat]
>>He's in a film
>>It'll be everywhere soon
>>I don't want to
>>Tea?

[Text to Rose]
>>Mind picking up jam?
>>We're out

[Text to Sherlock]
>>Still alive aren't you?
>>All right there?

New round of people brought in and figure now's as good a time as any to remind about the classes offered. List is posted on the board in the complex. Take the classes and learn your shit. Not taking them puts you and everyone else here at risk.

I'll be back in Lawrence tomorrow and mine will resume then.

And because apparently it needs saying, don't talk to the damn devil and don't take cookies from Crowley.