Enough time had passed since the encounter with Karasu (and subsequent unhappy conversation with Yukimura) that Kurama had let his guard down and his mind slip to the point where Inari's impending punishment...he shared with Kusuriyuri. He needed to curl up somewhere for a while, somewhere dark and quiet. He wanted - needed - Kusuriyuri, but was too numb to call for him, and could only hope he was there.

((Right after this disaster.)) I am never going to the Great Hall again, Kurama vowed silently, stalking up the stairs to the Divination classroom. First, he would take care of the massive, intense...energy, so it was just run and hope for now. As a credit to his ego, he managed not to just barge in, but instead to knock politely and wait. Ohai, NSFW. You know, in case there was any doubt.

[[Dated a day after Kurama's post]] Kurama, Happy birthday. Takeshi Kaga Enclosed (or rather dragged in by a house elf) was a decent sized feast so Kurama and Kusuriyuri could gorge themselves for Kurama's birthday.

((Backdated to June 22. It's Kurama's birthday! Give him some Hogwarts-Style lovin'. )) Generally, Birthdays were good. Standard celebration was usually drinks with friends, dinner with family, then...into '34'-shaped fireworks. He wondered if they'd keep following him until he went completely insane. It would be a pretty short road. At least they only followed him in the hallways and Great Hall

((OOC: backdated to after this . Godmodding of Kurama done with mun's permission and approval)) Just fucking great. This...this whole thing. He's going to hate me. But, he had to be stopped and yelling...as I could manage. I slipped through the door as quietly as I could, just barely hearing Kusu crooning over Kurama. Once the door was closed, I ran to my room, where Near would be. God, I needed him

The job had been quite entertaining. While seemingly simple, pick up a box and return it to Hogwarts, there had been very entertaining guards and detractors along the way. At first, the maker didn't want... the box safely under his arm, only a few stains on its surface to mark his entertainment of his journey. He went to the greenhouses and sought Kurama, thinking he'd find the professor there

A was somewhat... confused, about River. Not emotion-wise. He was quite clear on how he felt emotionally. It was other feelings he was questioning, of a rather more physical nature. Feelings that were... and not entirely unwelcome. He did, at least, have several mentor-figures to turn to. He sent an owl - Professor Kurama, Would you meet me in the gazebo? I need to talk about something. A

After the bloody massacre at Gazebo Hill (which was not a hill and also not quite as bloody as one would have hoped) Kurama had managed to find a note from A that had been lost in all the commotion. A...join A at the gazebo for tea and friendly chat. The invite made him smile (and indeed, feel more light-hearted than he had in a while) so he sent a return note accepting, and went to find Kusuriyuri

(( because I promised. Yes, you may attack them. Credit for gingerbread goes to beets_r_god . )) The Sorting Hat thought of itself as a trendsetter. And the Sorting Hat hated to be outdone...roof in a faux-shingled pattern. Satisfied that its supremacy as a trend-setter had been ensured, the Hat then retired to its chambers for a long lie-in with the Jackson Hole Hat Company catalog

Even with a host of unfavorable things going on in the school, there was still the duties attached to being a professor to consider. Baron Harkonnen had reminded him of that, so with a feeling of genuine...safe to enter, but not exactly the most undisturbing of places. if your character wants to chat specifically in his office, the teahouse, or one of the other greenhouses, say so in the subject line.))