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sweetpinkpixie 
Derf had come to expect these meeting spaces to be rather like a box of Bertie Bott's...meaning you never quite knew what you were going to get. Even the third year could admit to this being EXCITING and something he rather enjoyed, but there was still the risk of running into vomit flavored bean when he stepped beyond the door.
What would today bring? Hopefully nothing worse than rotten egg.
Stepping in through the door, Derf lifted the box and hid his face behind it as he presented it to his Head of House. "I brought dung!"
OH, IT WAS DERFAEL. Pleasant surprise! Paul grinned and removed the sunglasses from his face and placed them saintly atop his head.
"Dung, you say? By far the best gift of term so far!" he teased slightly, thinking his playful tone would go right over the badger's head. But he did appreciate a good breed of dung, and he assumed this as much, since Derf wouldn't just bring any old dung...or human dung...
....
would he?
He shivered at the thought and sat up slightly.
"What kind of dung?" He thought he was beginning to smell it, or maybe it was his imagination. OR maybe Zelda had taken a nice poop over there in her corner. Which....ew. If she had. She was getting SENT STRAIGHT AWAY. This AREA WAS NOT FOR POOPING.