“I don’t mean to be rude or anything, Professor Pierce,” he began, still standing right in the same spot he had been over the past few minutes, “but I did knock several times before entering. But I understand what you mean, so I guess that really doesn’t matter. … But I am sorry for waking you up.” Seth then looked at Professor Pierce and gave her an apologetic look as she started talking about Banshee.

Wait. What was she rambling on about a banshee for? He didn’t see any banshees hanging around in her office. Oh, she meant the skunk. What? Who named a skunk Banshee? That just didn’t make sense in Seth’s mind – not one bit at all.

“Well … she squeaked!” Seth exclaimed, already knowing that what was coming out of his mouth was going to be pure nonsense to the Transfiguration professor. “And when most skunks fell unprotected, they spray stinky stuff and bite people! … I guess I was over-exaggerating about her going to eat me, though. … So, err, why do you exactly have a skunk roaming free in your office, professor?”