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Zara H. Bunbury-Foster
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Originally Posted by Anna Banana  Anna's jaw dropped. How dare this plant-loving, dirt-digging, Ugg boot-wearing, pink-loving, old woman ask her how anything dealing with Cale Newell concerned her. "What does it have to do with me?!?!" Anna shrieked, her angry eyes darting back down to Cale. "I'm assuming she knows how anything dealing with you relates to me? Or have you had a momentarily lapse in memory due to 'Stupid-Male-Syndrome'? I tell you what, allow me to do the honors."
Anna turned back to Professor Bunbury and took a few deep breaths. Her father would kill her...literally kill her...if he could hear her now. Not to mention that her mother would have her cleaning the ice-cream shop with a toothbrush for the next three summers if she ever got wind of this. "Cale and I have been together since I was a fourth year, and I'm nearly a seventh year now. I'm quite sure we're going to be together for many, many years to come, as well, and to be honest, I don't take too well to the idea of having anyone flirt with him," Anna said.
"Zan? Who?" Anna asked, narrowing her eyes and shaking her head in confusion. "Yeah, well...whoever...if he's available, go for it!" As she spoke, Anna's heart began to beat far faster than usual, and she swallowed nervously. In her anger, she'd just gotten herself into a situation she didn't know if she could ever get out of. Eep! "I'm not calling you old, so to speak. I'm just simply suggesting a slightly older category of men for you to choose from."
Once again, Anna's jaw dropped open. The nerve of this woman!!! "Me?!?! Saggy, wrinkly, and ugly?!?! CALE MARKUS NEWELL!!!!!!!!" Anna yelled, turning and facing her boyfriend. "You tell this lady right this instant that you don't see me as saggy, wrinkly, and ugly. I need Cam...and Plymouth...and Nico...and Seth. "CAMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Anna yelled, hoping the little Slytherin boy could hear her.
"I am neither of those things," Anna remarked, her eyes blazing with anger. What in Merlin's name was WRONG with the professors now-a-days? ...and then, Bunbury had the nerve to say the one thing that could make or break this little...disagreement. "There is nothing going on between Plymouth Morgan and I. I don't know what you think you saw, but I can rest assure you, it was, in all its glory, a Herbology tutoring session. ...and no, Cale didn't know I was being tutored, but now...the entire student body does!!! Thank you!"
"It was a Herbology tutoring session, for the love of Merlin!" Anna remarked, throwing her hands into the air and finally sitting down. "Cale, Plymouth offered me private tutoring sessions to help me in the areas I seem to be falling behind in. Professor Bunbury happened to come upon one of our session the other day," Anna mumbled, embarrassed to admit to all around her that she needed assistance in something.
...and then it hit her.
"Wait a minute," Anna said, standing up and approaching Bunbury again. "Did you just...you just threw two snowballs at me! For the love of Merlin, what is wrong with you people?!?! You are a professor and shouldn't be doing such. I, however, am a student, and throwing snowballs is perfectly typical for my age group!" With an evil grin, Anna gathered three huge balls of snow and threw them...one at a time...at her professor.
SMACK! *face*
SMACK! *outfit*
SMACK! *face again* THAT GIRL was suuuuuuuch a meanie face! An to poor Cale-I-miss-my-sideburns-dearly nonetheless! Anastasia couldn't stand for this; clearly, Anna was the worst girlfriend in the history of like, Hogwarts.
"What. Ever." Bunbunz crossed her arms and glared at Greingoth with as must attitude as she could muster. "I don't neeeed older men either, you dumdum," she snapped her head around in a circle. "Cale is just right for me." Okay well he might've been on the old side, even for Bunbunz, but he was too cute to let go of that easily.
"And she's lying, Cale," Annie took the time to flutter her eyelashes at Newell. "I was there. Plymouth told me she was coming on to him, and and there was all this close contact of the PDA kind..."
She trailed off with an evil look back in Anna's direction. Bunbunz snorted with laughter as it took the Gryffindor a good few minutes to figure out that she was being attacked by snowballs. "Um, Maxxiepoo is throwing snowballys so why can't I? Huh? HU--OOMPH!"
The redhead stumbled backward, her arms windmilling for balance as she was hit not once, not twice, but THRICE by Anna's snowballs. "I beg your ppardon!" she spat, not liking the taste of snow on her tongue. It was nothing at all like that delicious lolly Jakey gave her. "You little WITCH!"
Without further ado, Bunbunz scooped up a giant mound of snow in her arms and just ran straight at Anna, smooshing it all in her face with great gusto. Forget about throwing things, this was much more direct.
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Originally Posted by MELANIE LOCKHART! :O So without thinking twice about it Melanie gathered the freezeing cold snow up in her bare hands, shaping it into a perfect snowball before using her best aim to throw it at the back of Bunburys head. After she threw it her first instinct was to run, so she grabbed Shana's wrist in a surprisingly strong grip for such a small girl and tried to pull her down onto the pitch. "Shana Hurry!" she said urgently, tugging on the other girls hand. Before she attacks us like that prefect! Bunbury was so engrossed in giving Anna a faceful of snow that she didn't even notice the ping of another snowball hitting the back of her head. It was going to sting later though, that was certain.
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