Board Thread:Private Roleplaying/@comment-26062370-20160125011856/@comment-26062370-20160125044452

After cleaning the ink from the Headmaster's top hat (Well, more like soaking the ink permanantly into the feathers), Saul shut the cherry oak doors, and went back down to the front office. He sat in one of the chairs, dozing.

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Shakespeare strode over quietly. He watched with great curiosity and pleasure - never had he heard music or singing like this (The most modern music he's heard is from Woodstock - he's gone as far as the 1960's), though Rose was far better than the people singing.