 Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger
Clearly, something significant was happening and Emmalee found herself just a bit annoyed that something that had the potential to go this wrong was on the same level as her work.
But she supposed at least her greenhouses weren't BELOW this room, what with the floor-eating drool.
"Emmalee Quinn, Senior Botanist, Experimental Breeding," she said, by way of curt introduction. She looked over to the man who had first mentioned plants. Derek. She filed his name away in her memory and nodded. "I'd shake your hands, but, well, they're a little full." She held up the mutant.
Seriously. Was no one going to take this thing from her?
But, alihotsy? Emmalee wrinkled her forehead in thought. What did they need her the plants for if the issue was alihotsy? Wouldn't some glumbumble treacle take care of it? Emmalee didn't know enough about creatures to know whether the antidote for humans would work on.. on whatever these things were, so she kept her thoughts to herself.
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind You can float across a rainbow sky
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