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BanaBatGirl · 05-19-2009, 04:53 AM

Another term, another feast and another dramatic entrance for Anastasia Bunbury.

The redheaded professor threw open the doors to the Great Hall and paused in the entrance, taking her sweet time to walk in as she perused the tables from behind her sunglasses. She let her gaze drift across all four tables before slowly turning her head to the staff table to see who else was here. She nodded once to herself and then proceeded to march across the Hall, shoes click-clacking on the floor as her Prada bag bounced with each step.

She marched up toward the first face she saw, that familar smug mug of Marcus Lawson. Bunbury was in quite a mood tonight, and the name of the game was torture. He would be a good subject to start with.

Annie slipped into the empty seat next to the DADA professor and carelessly tossed her Prada bag onto his lap. She waited a few seconds for the heavy bag to sink into him, not at all concerned about the purse's weight since that little tart of an intern was on his other side anyway. She took her time in smoothing out her creamy robes, folding her hands politely in front of her, eying the Hufflepuff table, eying the Gryffindor table, and wondering if the elves had cleaned her greenhouses yet, before turning toward the man with her bag.

"Goodness gracious, sir, I thought that seat was vacant!" Bunbunz gasped with such fake surprise that she could have won an Oscar. "Do forgive me for tossing my purse about with such abandon....terribly sorry about that...it does weigh a bit..."

She smirked her evil trademark smile and reached across him to slowwwly drag the bag off his lap. "Again, so sorry. I must not have recognized you or something...you are new here, right?" Ah, so much fun asking questions to which you already knew the answer.

05-19-2009, 04:53 AM	#9 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Another term, another feast and another dramatic entrance for Anastasia Bunbury. The redheaded professor threw open the doors to the Great Hall and paused in the entrance, taking her sweet time to walk in as she perused the tables from behind her sunglasses. She let her gaze drift across all four tables before slowly turning her head to the staff table to see who else was here. She nodded once to herself and then proceeded to march across the Hall, shoes click-clacking on the floor as her Prada bag bounced with each step. She marched up toward the first face she saw, that familar smug mug of Marcus Lawson. Bunbury was in quite a mood tonight, and the name of the game was torture. He would be a good subject to start with. Annie slipped into the empty seat next to the DADA professor and carelessly tossed her Prada bag onto his lap. She waited a few seconds for the heavy bag to sink into him, not at all concerned about the purse's weight since that little tart of an intern was on his other side anyway. She took her time in smoothing out her creamy robes, folding her hands politely in front of her, eying the Hufflepuff table, eying the Gryffindor table, and wondering if the elves had cleaned her greenhouses yet, before turning toward the man with her bag. "Goodness gracious, sir, I thought that seat was vacant!" Bunbunz gasped with such fake surprise that she could have won an Oscar. "Do forgive me for tossing my purse about with such abandon....terribly sorry about that...it does weigh a bit..." She smirked her evil trademark smile and reached across him to slowwwly drag the bag off his lap. "Again, so sorry. I must not have recognized you or something...you are new here, right?" Ah, so much fun asking questions to which you already knew the answer. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind