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[proudofwhatiam]

By now, I'm sure you've all heard about Professor Snape's school. I'd like to make some inquiries to determine the viability of a specific course.

Would any of our potential students be interested in a course on ancient Egyptian rites and rituals, one which featured a term-long mummification project? I imagine baby crocodiles might be the easiest option for mummification (I'm not sure I could stomach mummifying cats, and humans are, of course, right out), but the specific animal will depend on a number of factors.

Students for such a class would ideally be at least fifteen years old, though exceptions might be made for unusual cases. In addition to the matter of actually mummifying an animal, students should expect two hours of lecture and discussion per week and reading assignments throughout the term, as well as a final exam.

Please let me know if you'd be interested in participating in this class.

Regardless of your interest in this particular course offering, I hope you'll all consider attending the school.

Comments

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[teenyoda]

I would. If Snape lets me get in.

[proudofwhatiam]

Whyever wouldn't he?

[teenyoda]

We got off on the wrong foot?

[proudofwhatiam]

Be that as it may, I will be the one teaching this course, not Professor Snape. If you believe you're capable of doing the work, I see no reason for you to be excluded.

What is your name?

[teenyoda]

Stiles Stilinski. Careful he doesn't throw something at you if you mention it.

[proudofwhatiam]

If he dares, we might mummify him next. [It's a joke, it's a joke.]

Evelyn Carnahan. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stilinski.

[teenyoda]

Please?

[Don't get his hopes up like that, Evie.]

Ditto. You a teacher back home?

[proudofwhatiam]

Don't get your hopes up. I've got a decent working relationship with the professor, and I'd like to keep it that way.

Not quite; I'm a librarian. But I thought I'd try my hand at teaching.

[teenyoda]

Watch yourself around that stupid bird.

We all need something to do when we're not dying, right?

[proudofwhatiam]

Oh, I am. It's already tried to steal one of my earrings.

Ideally, we won't be dying, either. But yes--essentially.

[teenyoda]

I hate that bird. That's part of why Snape might not let me in. Damn bird.

Ideally no one would ever die here, but my record's at twice so far, but hey, as long as whatever you're teaching doesn't involve stabbing me in the face or something, I'm game.

[proudofwhatiam]

If he tries to bar you from the school, let me know. I'll have a chat with him and see if I can't change his mind.

Twice? Oh, my--you have my condolences. As well as my assurance that there will be no stabbing in my classes.

[teenyoda]

[She can't see it, but he has a smug smile right now. Suck it, Snape. He was going to get educated whether the guy wanted to or not, but he still wanted to learn the magic stuff.]

That would be great, thanks.

That would also be great. I'm really keen on not winding up dead again.

[proudofwhatiam]

Of course.

No, I can't imagine you would be. If you don't mind my asking, how did it happen?

[teenyoda]

Frost giant attack first time and those creepy grinning heart stealers last time.

[proudofwhatiam]

Well, let's hope it doesn't happen a third time. That sounds positively nightmarish.

[teenyoda]

[He wasn't going to mention that the third time had already happened back at home. That wasn't really a topic he wanted to go into.]

I wouldn't suggest it.