 shoulda said 'what plane was I on' ding dang it Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Bernie didn't even rise to the rhetorical situation, alas. She wasn't feeling well enough to mentally spar with Nemesis Upstead.
She decided to just keep her eyes closed for a second, bottle pressed to the forehead still, as she got an idea right there in that spot between her eyes, where her brain was still developing that lovely prefrontal cortex, yeah?.
"Flying is a bad class with a great professor," she drawled, still thinking, though it didn't exactly make her feel any better to think. "But Transfiguration...." And the thing with Carton, targeting her, had her feeling ALL SORTS OF WAYS about it.
She popped open one eye to look at? for? Nem? Oh, there he was, on the ground there. "I should get back at Carton, shouldn't I." It wasn't a question, but it should have been. She had been a bit humiliated there in Transfiguration, being called out for being an obnoxiously proud Muggleborn, and then being ferreted for it. Wouldn't a little retribution, nothing too major, be fair?
Bernie tried not to sway again on her seat, but thinking about this... bit of revenge... had her feeling a small bit better. "His office," she said suddenly. She'd been past there many times in the hopes of finding a mild-mannered way to prank him without attracting too much attention. But she wasn't good at flying under the radar nor being mild-mannered. Know who was (or COULD BE) both? Nemesis.
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