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"People problems, then," Bunbury snapped back at the boy. "Do you foresee yourself living much longer if you can't get along with your fellow students? What happens when, ten years down the road, you take a swing at that fellow at the pub and he whips out his wand and blasts your brains out? What then?"
She exhaled in deep frustration. This boy was about as stubborn as a hippogriff and as intelligent as a flobberwom - and they were getting nowhere. If he kept this up then perhaps all hope was lost for her old House of Hufflepuff.
"I suppose that will have to do for now," she sighed, rolling up the scrolls and sealing them with her wand. "You will be delivering these in person after the duration of your detention," Bunbury added sternly, shooting another death glare in the boy's direction. "But now I will leave the real punishment up to Ma--er, your Flying Instructor."
She nodded curtly and stepped to the door, opening for Maximus to enter.
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