Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

"Atchooo!" Laurel sneezed out for like the hundred time where she stood in the center of her office surveying the flour chaos that was everywhere, even in her cats basket. If a house elf had walked in just then, they had probably would have pulled their cute little ears backwards at the sight, cringed and then wondered where to first start cleaning. The female professor and seer had first been attempting a flour reading that she had wanted perfect, and then she had tried making scones. Laurel hadn't exactly been successful in either endeavour or at least that was what she thought. The scones were still baking in the oven. Note to self don't try this version of flour reading again or at least not in your office.

Laurel was cleaning up the mess when her trusted crystal ball announced that she had an eager and it seemed rather urgent visitor waiting outside her door. What had happened now? Had someone foolishly tried to climb the clock tower? Quickly heading over to answer her door Laurel forgot to look herself in the mirror. Her hair and clothes were still covered in a thick layer of flour. Unlocking her door, she peeked out, spotting Derfael with a box shoved between his knees. Beaming at the badger she said "Hello Derfael, what a nice surprise! What brings you by my door?"