 slothyke
Well this was a load of dragon dung.
When she'd left Brazil to come back to England, Bertie had prepared for bad weather. That's what England was known for. Not for potentially killer mist. Just great. She could've been in warm, sunny, no-horror-mist Brazil minding her own business in some humid rain forest. But no. Instead she was here, because what a great start to your career it was to work for the ministry. And possibly the end of your career and/or life. When she'd joined Research and Development she hadn't thought it would include researching this. At least things hadn't changed and Hogwarts was still doing it's thing, trying to murder students.
Bertie rolled her eyes and cast the Bubble-head Charm, grabbing a few phials from her pocket once she'd put on the protective gloves. "Great school, Hogwarts." Just great.
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