 erry'one but especially Carsyn Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Oh please, Carsyn Rose. Bernie rolled her eyes at the older girl's tone. She always had to be bossy and come in and change the subject, didn't she? Bernie was doing SUCH a good job of pat-patting Lucas' hand and distracting him and whatnot, and Carsyn had to bluster in and RUIN IN.
"That's right," she replied first to the male prefect, and then looked to the female prefect. "I think I'm going to buy three crups this summer," Bernie announced, looking around the table in general. Oh look! Phoebe and Cece were here! Bernie beamed at them.
Before she could say much else, however, the Headmaster was making his speech, and once again she felt as though she were being admonished in public by one of her parents. If she had a school dad, it was for sure the Headmaster. Bernie was reminded of his threat to expel her in the Hospital Wing, and slouched down in her seat some, the Headmaster Professor's words ringing in her ears: "To those on the other side of that compliment, I'm gonna need you to do better."
Better. Better. How could Bernie do better? What could she do differently next term? She needed help understanding this. She needed... a NEW MENTOR. Someone who was a goody-goody bossy britches... someone exactly like...
"CARSYN," Bernie called out, scooting down the bench until she was opposite the prefect (it wasn't that far). Bernie reached across to the girl and shook a basket of rolls to get her attention, then grabbed one and ripped it apart to stuff some mashed potatoes in it. "Carsyn, dear Prefect Rose, ma'am..." How did she put this.... "Can you help me?" Er, that was a start.
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