*COUGH COUGH COUGH!*

WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN?

The Hufflepuff closed her eyes as dust hit her face. This was NOT funny. NO NO NO. Dust and dirt on her face was NOT okay. NONE OF THIS WAS OKAY. Especially not today.Argh! The Hufflepuff slowly opened her eyes and examined herself, her robes weren't too dust-full but from her neck up it was difficult to find a dot of untouched skin.

Blaa Shmaaa blaaa. She was NOT listening and for one reason only, being that she was irritated beyond the point of keeping calm any longer. Her throat wanted to let out a screech and it was really hard for the frustrated red head not to. "I.will.not.screech.I.not.screech." She mumbled quietly then actually listened to what the Professor was going on about.

She raised her hand to one. Answer. two. She needed to screech, it was growing inside her throat. "Professor it may be transfiguration but would we be able to use Piertotum Locomotor on a mop and get it to clean for us?" Logical right...but enough of logic. SCREECHING WAS NEEDED "And may I please be excused for a moment?" Because she had the consideration not to break the whole entire classes ears.