Leaving the charming young girl she had met in the entrance hall she swiftly made her way through the Great Hall and up on to the staff dais where she sniffed the air and cackled out to nobody in particular crazy eyes darting around.
"This place needs more perfume to fend off the heavy and very pungent smell of children. You all really should update your cologne selection." With that Ursula pulled out her perfume bottle and started to spray her heavy scented perfume in every possible direction. Some made contact with one of the men's ghastly red suit
(Airey) leaving a large wet dot right down his chest. The woman next to him
(Tiara) got perfume all over her pretty dark hair.
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hermionesclone 
Enough of that, there were other people here. Colleagues, in fact. Roderik let himself smile at the boss herself before saying, "Headmistress. Good to see you again." He then looked towards the others seated there. Three others, in fact: a woman who was sitting on her own over there (Tiara), a man wearing.... something (Paul) -both of whom got smiles and a 'Hello' - as well as....
Oh ho ho.
Cackling crazily Ursula walked down a few meters to stop and stare down the youngest man on the dais. Reaching down into her huge bag she pulled out a card depicting a scarecrow which she placed on the man's plate and wheezed out.
"For someone to be so young and healthy you have an awfully dark aura around you. I see great danger. You will be deceived by someone you love and they will lead you into great peril. Be wary of what your owl brings. It might just be poison!" Quote:
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TakemetotheBurrow Comfortable chair, this was, and thinking of all the bums of brilliant brains who'd graced it was making Moxley incredibly proud and absolutely terrified that she'd mess this up. Fist closed around the lucky coin her husband had gifted her, the brunette glanced around the great hall. No, she had this. The Moxinator was going to channel her inner Gryffindor and go all lion-tastic on this school. She was. Letting out a muffled baby roar into her other hand, she decided she was good.
"You look well, Nana. Paul, that outfit-" No Moxley, control the word vomit. "It reflects your relaxed soul and comforting presence." Nailed it. With her macaw bird flapping his wings and squawking eerily in company Ursula walked to stop in front of the head woman in charge of the school. Staring her down with her crazy eyes and leaning forward to poke a very sharp finger towards the womans chest Ursula cackled out.
"Bad things will happen to all that sit around you at this table and your future is no different. The moon is not in your favour. You have angered it dearie. You will be falling acutely ill by the nights end. Be sure to eat lots of raw liver of your demise will be swift and ugly."