The Three Broomsticks; Late Night

[veneficusvenato]

Jo is Bored. Adulthood is sometimes Boring. 



Fail, Adulthood, Fail. And the empty bar. 
Where she "has to stay" for the time being.






To counteract this, Jo is sitting on one end of the bar reading her mail.  Indian style. Wearing a cowboy hat only those who went to school with her would remember from their fourth year. 

(no subject)

[aubergine_girl]

It's late on a September school night - students should all be doing homework now, really.  The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor certainly is.  She's marking papers in her classroom, and occasionally batting away an errant pixie.  

She's new to the school this year - this month - but she's been told that legend has it a batch of Cornish Pixies were released in this room around 1992 and nobody's ever managed to exterminate them properly.  Legend has it, too, that they've evolved and become ever more intelligent, due to the high levels of magic in the air around Hogwarts.

Legend has an awful lot of things.  Professor Brown is still making up her mind on whether or not any of them are real. 

Teaching is kind of a new gig, and Hogwarts isn't very clear on what, exactly, the expectations for this Defence class are.  So her first paper for the sixth-years is along the lines of:  "This is what's attacking you.  How do you defend?  Give three options and three possible escape routes." 

Her students' responses to that are -- apparently kind of entertaining, judging by the occasional hint of muffled laughter audible even from the corridor.