<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>Great Hall, Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Ah, the start of a new school year. All the ripenss of new possibilities both academic and social. This would be a year that lives were decided, loves declared, and careers were truly begun. At least that was the idea. It also was the start of another year of backstabbing, politics, drama, and other such assorted nonsense that he needed like a hole in the head.<br/><br/>This year many of the Pureblood families threatened to actually pull their students from the school, and one of those reasons walked into the great hall trying to ignore that three - no, Four - laws of physics were being broken casually and nobody else was noticing. He was warned ahead of time, sure - but that was something else compared to actually seeing it. Sweet merciful crap - this might of been a bad idea. At least it would be interesting.<br/><br/>Someone at the Ministry of Magic had the idea that maybe they should actually prepare young wizards and witches for interacting with muggles in their adult lives. A good thought, this led to some revisions in the Muggles Studies classes which was probably long overdue anyway. This year, however, came the extra twist - someone had the idea that maybe, maybe, it might be worth trying out having some actual Muggles teaching some of the Muggles Studies classes.<br/><br/>Yeah, went about as well as you'd expect. Imagine you were looking for a job, actually qualified to be a science teacher for an exclusive private school, and yet were close enough in relations to some witches that he knew about the world of magic already. Yeah - it's an even smaller group then you'd think.<br/><br/>Professor Casey Perry was clearly too old to be a student, and apparently as a bit of a safety precaution they've been avoiding releasing names and pictures as long as possible. Hell, as far as he knew the other muggles weren't leaving their rooms and classrooms. He, however, was down in the Shop and the Great Hall was closer. Feck it, so what if he was supposed to teach science to students that break the laws of science at will (and some of them could probably turn him into a newt) - he was hungry.<br/><br/>Professor Casey Perry was putting some finishing touches on a welding project down in the Shop, a hestily put together garage-building put together down the path near old Hagrid's Hut. He was fresh off of the welder too, hot sparks of metal were among his clothes, and burning small holes in things. That's why he always wore the cheap hawaiians and cheap coveralls when it was time for this kind of work. Grabbing a pastry and rolling his neck, at least something else caught his eye.<br/><br/>Approaching young Mr. Graves, if he didn't know his name - or hilariously that he was a Pureblood - he has one question to ask that seems really important.<br/><br/>"<strong>That the sports page? Mind if I take a quick look?</strong>"