Rest in peace, Professor Snape. Remember that one time Dennis the Vizsla subbed for your Potions class?
PS: Hey, cancer, that’s enough for one month.
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Overheard Around The Thunder Support Group Meeting
Quidditch
Having been shuffled from department to department ever since the university switched from a regular college to a school of magic, I thought I had finally found a long-term home teaching Herbology. Unfortunately, the students seem to have it in for me, and lodge yet more complaints about my performance with the dean of the college, Santa. I mean, Dumbledore.
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Herbology
After being shuffled from Potions to Magical Creatures, I have tried to give the students the benefit of my extensive experience with various beasts and varmints unknown to the general muggle population. Unfortunately, it appears that the children are not interested in learning about such things, and I once again am summoned before Dean Santa to explain myself.
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Magical Creatures
Having returned from my long sabbatical, I found the university I came back to is not the university that I left. In an effort to increase enrollment, the dean has changed it from an institute of higher learning into a school of magic. Although I was at first reluctant to teach in such an environment, a Christmas ham persuaded me to take a position as potions instructor. Little did I know that dark forces were conspiring against me …
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Hairy Pupper and the Ball of Tennis
After having made sure that the Toxic Avenger and the Creature from the Black Lagoon will be able to share their apartment without killing each other, I am now on my way back to the university to reclaim my office and get back to work in the anthropology department. However, upon reaching the campus, I discover that the school’s focus has changed dramatically …
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The Maltese Crow – Part Three
My meeting with the cat was short and to the point. Not a dull point, but a sharp point, like the ones at the ends of her claws. She wanted to know where I was with finding the Maltese Crow, wanted to know why I hadn’t made more progress. I told her about the car that tried to run me over and the guys at the DMV who wanted me to find the Maltese Crow for them; and then she dropped her bombshell. She had heard that the notorious fence Squinty McGrumpyson, also known as Grumplestiltskin, also known as The Cranky Old Man, was back in town and looking to sell none other than the Maltese Crow. He was at the train station, she said. So I went there to meet him. Little did I know what I would find once I got there …
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The Oceanside Animals 