Where in Merlin's PANTS had his rainbow poncho gone? If Paul didn't know better he would have assumed Milton had finally thrown it out after all these years. Luckily, that had not been the case, and the poncho had merely been folded up neatly in one of his trunks with a note attached. You almost left this at home, you silly man. Knew you would have a heart attack with it. I packed it even though I hate this thing, Myers. You're lucky I love you. Have a good term, darling. -Milly

WELL THAT had certainly put the Herbologist in a good mood for the Hufflepuff Picnic! He was so glad Brian and Juno had really taken the reigns with it, too; he barely had to do anything except......there was food, right?

....Was he in charge of the food? Were they in charge of food?

WAS THERE PICNIC GONNA' HAVE ZERO FOOD?! THIS WAS HUFFLEPUFF. THAT COULDN'T HAPPEN.

Paul peeked into the indoor garden anxiously. "Errr, Hello, everyone!" he waved at the few badgers already there. Juno wasn't here yet. He could only hope she was getting food. If no one got food..................he was doomed. He ruined the picnic