Lifestyle Seminar, here today.

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

The score is 127 for 5 (Flintoff caught and bowled by Warne), and the players are off for lunch. FOW at 2, 67, 67, 109, 126. Slartibartfast turns off the radio, opens his door and looks out at the deserted corridors of the school. He pins a note to the door.

Lifestyle seminar. Please come in and discuss your recent writing assignment, I'll be back in a bit.

And then he strolls off down the hall, leaving the door open, looking for some refreshment himself.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/___lily_evans_/]

rushes in, arms full of books

I'm dreadfully sorry about being late, professor, I was looking for one of my roommates in the library - she's been missing for days, and I was investigating ther possibility of a curse or enchantment there.

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

Ah, Miss Evans, good to see you. It's been pointed out that I didn't actually set a time for this seminar -- people tell me that I've been rather vague about the whole thing.

I found your assignment a little thin, I wonder if you'd like to flesh it out a little now, in front of those of the group who are still here? I'm sure they'll pitch in with questions if something needs clarifying.

[http://users.livejournal.com/___lily_evans_/]

Well, you see, professor... I had a terribly bad experience involving a former classmate of mine tranfiguring my schoolbooks into moldy lumps of cheese during my fourth year, and ever since then, I haven't really had a taste for the stuff. I'll try to do better on future assignments.

*shudders at the recollection*