14 April 2012 @ 04:51 pm
[ minerva mcgonagall did not make it to her scheduled classes today, and she did not call in sick. a very unusual occurence for the witch, one that any who have sat in on even one class would know. even the day previous she was likely sending owls to acquaintances and those leftover from her world; asking after wellbeings, chiding for using magic so openly (it is still a habit, of course).

the reason for her absence is made very clear later in the evening, as a broadcast to the network displays her lifeless body, laying unceremoniously on the floor wearing a rather lovely gown, and one very different from the dress and robes she usually presents herself in. it all looks very wrong on her; and most wrong is the delicate crown that has rolled off into a corner. a period of dress that does not flatter minerva, and one of a fictional queen gertrude who is almost everything the witch is not.

no wand is drawn. no struggle to be found; simply a goblet, dropped to the floor out of her hand -- the arm it belongs to stretched out from her body at an uncomfortable angle. a tiny pool of wine is left in the goblet; the little river that flowed from it has seeped into the cracks of the floor.

so it would come to pass that a great witch; one who endured two wars and many more grueling battles, has been brought to her demise. she'll be found by police (or perhaps an unlikely squatter) in the penthouse of building 8
14 March 2012 @ 01:39 pm
[ The classroom is empty, but for a toiling McG at one of the tables, books and ingredients spread out around her. A quick flick of her wand, and another book jumps from her desk over a few lamps and into her hands, where she flips through pages frantically. On the table, among the mess, are various obviously badly-conjured things. And Minerva looks less than elated about it. ]

Hasn't ever happened to me, not once. Not in school, not in my studies; this is ridiculous.

[ Now it's obvious what has happened, as she starts scooping up her mistakes. One, two, three pocket watches-- and then the ingredients to what might approximate to .14 of a pocket watch. All into the wastebin. One, two, three fountain pens-- and a pool of ink and metal bits that wouldn't amount to much more than you guessed it, .14 of the whole of one. So on and so forth, items lay about the tables and her desk, in series similar to these. ]

I think for today, it might be safer if classes were to be postponed...
19 February 2012 @ 04:40 pm
I haven't had attendance matter this much in quite awhile. Perhaps those of you familiar with me might do some checking in?

And any of you that have attended class and might be able to copy some runes, I wouldn't mind your assistance. This safe wall looks ominously un-so. I think a little fortification is necessary.
12 February 2012 @ 02:30 pm
[ Professor McGonagall looks in rare form today! She sits at a desk at the head of a classroom, chalkboard behind her already scribbled with notes and symbols. She speaks with a thick Scottish accent: perhaps the only indicator of her extreme excitement over what she's about to announce. ]

Good evening, everyone. I am Professor McGonagall. I'm hoping to inquire whether there are any other residents of the City that refer to themselves as teachers? This university seems rather empty, for such a large building.

Now as for the rest of you, I would like to make an announcement. For any of my former students, I will be resuming my class schedule here at the university. I have arranged for two classrooms and an office for myself. All of you are welcome to come, of course; the schedule and room numbers are attached along with my office room number and hours.

For those of you that aren't from a world with Hogwarts in it, if you are able to make sense of the notes on the chalkboard here, you may sit in on my classes. If you are able to do this: [ the video turns around as if from her own point of view as she demonstrates a wordless fera verto sans ron and harry gawking ] you may sit in and potentially participate, depending on your level of command over the transfiguration. Without a wand of your own, you will not be able to master this magic, but I am required to leave my classroom open to individuals interested, provided you respect my rules and do not interrupt class.

In addition, I believe that there are a few other courses available to the City, thought I am unable to find a registry for them. Perhaps we may rectify such an oversight. Any of you teaching courses, if you'd like to give me the information for them, I'd be happy to compile a list available to the public.

I should be on the campus for another few hours, if any of you would like to come see me personally. Otherwise, leaving a message to this broadcast is sufficient, thank you.

[ And off goes the video, after a curt little nod from Minerva. How formal. ]

[ ooc: as minerva has stated, she'll be starting classes! we'll say biweekly, just transfiguration for now, but if any of you'd like something else added on, i'm happy to do so. all i ask is that you let me know that your character is regularly attending so that i can have her react appropriately. if any of you would ever like to log a snippet of class or other types of teaching, like one on one help, let me know and we'll set something up! additionally, any extra teachers or non-teachers that want to start up classes? we could put together a little curriculum or what have you? give a shout! ]
18 January 2012 @ 11:23 am
Gentlemen, calling your penis your wand is not cute, funny or attractive. Find a different term, and thank me for the advice later.

[ Minerva has been attempting to curb her desire to inform the citizens of the nameless city with her own tips and ideas. Responding to her may only feed this need to Sue Johanson everyone. ]