Minerva couldn't believe how well the professors were doing with this. She gave nods and smiles to all that had noticed her. Did they like her and trust her that much that they knew she wasn't there to cause too much trouble? Of course they did. In the seven years she had been there she was never in real trouble, well except last term, but that term was being chalked up as didn't happen in her head. Nope she was forgetting any of that crazy, horrible, plant burning didn't happen. No duck poop, no hugs, no plants, no nothing. Either that or they were waiting to see her get laid out by Tillstorm. Did the professor want some entertainment and that was why they were waiting. For a second she could hear DEAD GIRL SITTING ringing in her ears, but she shrugged it off. This was not going to go bad, would it.


No.. She was comfy here, folding her hands on the table she looked around a bit. This was a nice view of the place. So nice and then she saw the posters and frowned a bit. Poor Flamsteed with that silly rock of his. She wanted to get him a real pet like a puppy or even a pygmy puff, but she figured he would just try to lint roll the poor animal until it ran into the forbidden forest away from him. Her blue eyes looked up at him as he said Healer Wheatborn. Healer Wheatborn she really was liking the sound of that. Big smiled for Flamsteed, "Never to early to catch your dreams sir. I think you were the one to tell me not to give up." That was him last term wasn't it. Maybe all his pranks last term inspired her to be sitting here right now. Even though she was still not happy about the Sneezing issue, but whatever over now.

Just to show she was over it she looked back over at him, "Umm Professor Flamsteed if you would like. I could take some of those posters and put up on the badger board and around the common room so students can keep their eyes open for pebbles." She had lost her pets a time or two so she knew how it felt to have a missing pet.