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TakemetotheBurrow 
"Holy Hippogriffs!" Lost in thought, the headmistress hadn't noticed the...person walking over and she certainly hadn't expected that bony, terrifying finger so close to her body. Her own finger under her nose to stop another sneeze, face scrunched up towards the ceiling, Moxley took a moment. Once she was sure she had it under control, she tried her best not to look disgusted and spoke to the err..the um...person.
"The only thing that is making me ill at the moment is your perfume, I'm afraid. Such strong smells tend to get to me." Though something told Moxley that without the perfume, she'd be dealing with a much more unpleasant odor and the thought made her shrink back slightly. "You're here for Divination, then?"
...Which meant Moxley had to sit next to the woman for the remainder of the feast. BRILLIANT. Could she speak to the board of governors about this, or?
Still pointing her sharp finger at the headmistress person Ursula cackled out crazily to her almost sympathetic.
"You youngling nowadays have too sensitive stomachs to be able to appreciate a high-quality perfume like mine." Leaning forward a bit Ursula let more of her glorious perfume splash up into the womans face for good measure as she wheezed on.
"The moons children are coming dearie for you and the inhabitants of this school. They have already set their sights on a red headed girl in green robes with a badge. She is already in mortal danger. She will be first to succumb to the illness, you mark my words by year's end you'll have to use this fine food room as an infirmary.."
Not bothering to answer the woman's last question with an answer but a nod, Ursula trotted off around the length of the table to take up the directed seat next to the headwoman and beside the pretty young man.
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hermionesclone And then she came up to him. Roderik froze at the sight of her so close to him, that scent clogging up his sense of smell and making him want to throw up whatever it was he had for lunch. To make it worse, there was now a card on his plate. Picking it up, he shot it a confused look, almost expecting it to spell out whatever garbage the hag was spewing out but alas, that wasn't the case. Instead, he shot her... the thing a confused look. Dark aura? Deception? Poison?! "Are you crazy?"
Or, wait. "I, er, I'll take your word for it, then." Not. "I hope you're not the one planning on poisoning me." He'd find out. He would.
The happy Urusula felt when she eased into the seat the head woman had directed her to, distorted her facial features as she reached over to pat the man next to her on his arm with a bony hand to get his attention as she cackled to him.
"When will food be served? Can you be a sweet dearie and order me a soup of onions and liver?"
Pointing to the card still on his plate she cackled excitedly, perfectly horrid sound.
"You're a believer! I knew you had the vision!"