two ♓ attempted text;

[quasistellar]

Hello, students and faculty --

[There is a large inkblot across the page.]

Must be my quill --

[A bigger inkblot than before.

The next few things you see are attempts to scratch at the page, but nothing legible is coming out.]

Finally, all you can see is a photograph, of Constance's face looking like this: .]

[ooc: yep. her journal? not working.]

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[accioleggings]

[Sal makes an attempt to write and ask what's wrong.

Instead this face happens: ]

[quasistellar]

[The photograph of her moves, motioning to the journal, but she finally settles on .]

[accioleggings]

[His photograph shifts, nose wrinkling, before stopping at .

What even is happening here?]

[quasistellar]

[She mouths 'the journals are broken', before her face settles on .]

[accioleggings]

['Bugger.'

'Do you think it's everyone?' ]

[quasistellar]

['Nicer word than I'd have used.'

'Oh bloody hell, I hope not.']

[accioleggings]

['Some of us know how to censor ourselves in case students are watching.'

'Do you think the Headmaster knows?' ]

[quasistellar]

[There's only a glare at the first part.

The second? 'Writing a letter seems to work. The words don't turn into inkblots, at least. I've sent an owl to the Headmaster.'

All with the same face.]