Mrs. Pricklepot gave one single and slight knock on the door (just to seem polite), then burst it open, whether she had been grated permission to or not. "Ooooh, fancy room!" She exclaimed at the door, clasping her hands together. There were a few people in the room but they didn't seem busy. Hopefully, she could sit somewhere all day and not do a single thing, too. Giggling, she made her way accross the room, with two quick "Good mornings," one to each of the gentlemen, before she took a seat herself and settled down.

She placed her handbag on her lap, removed her gloves and placed them in the bag, then finally removed her bonnet and placed it on her lap. Humming, she took out a smaller bag from her purse, containing her make-up kit. She then proceeded to reapply blubblegum pink lipstick to her lips, and blew a few kisses to her own reflection before returning the kit to her bag. She then readjusted her powder blue suit and removing her wand from her bag she tapped the enormous flower bud brooch she was wearing. Immediately, the flower blossomed and two butterflies appeared, fluttering their wings.

"What now?" She asked the two gentlemen with a smile from ear to ear. She wanted to know what she had to do, just so she could make someone else do it, or not do it at all, or look busy, or something. She didn't intend on working, that was certain.