<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/1f/68/f9/1f68f9d64ce357b5708055c575c72f32.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Professor Casey Perry<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>House:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black Work Boots, Coveralls, Hawaiian Shirt, and possibly some small open flames.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Sunday, September 2nd - Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Almost at the Shop<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Well, it's hard not to notice a streaking silver magic beagle zooming past you much to fast for an actual dog. He doesn't recognize who it's from, or even what it's called, but he does know that it means trouble. So what should a muggle do when there's magical trouble? Hide, of course. He is by definition not equipped to deal with this.<br/><br/>What does he do?<br/><br/>Groans about how he was almost back in his little corner of the school, turns around, and starts heading back up the path to the main complex. He might of been No-Maj but he was also Faculty at Hogwarts. All hands on Deck, Man the Battle Stations.