<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x94/Shadowphile/Michaelteaches.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michael Styx<br/><strong>Age:</strong>30<br/><strong>House:</strong>Slytherin<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Ferret<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>An expensive suit<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd, 2018 .... Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Michael watched with interest as the patronus arrived.  Given the professors that it was summoning, it meant that someone had been hurt, likely by a dark beast.  It was daylight, so it couldn't be a werewolf but that left so many other options.  The headmistress would alert the staff if she felt it necessary and he would take any needed action at that point.  In the meantime, he would keep an eye on the student body in the Great Hall.<br/><br/>It was still strange looking at the Great Hall from this side.  It likely always would.  He could remember every day that he'd sat at the Ravenclaw table.  Seven years worth of memories.  He wondered how many of them would graduate and go on to great things.  He'd enjoyed his time with the WCU but now he had a chance to mold the students into the wizards and witches of the future.  He considered it a worthwhile trade.