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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Giselle Barrington
Slytherin Seventh Year
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Teagan Kensington
Slytherin Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Arienne Morgenstern
Hufflepuff Fifth Year
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Simone Wild
Slytherin Third Year  x5  x3
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Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl 
"A spell.....a spell, now that's a good idea...." Bunbury mumbled aloud, her eyes drifting from the meat in her hand to Elizabeth's face and then back to the meat. She had this far-off look in her eyes, like she wasn't really seeing the bologna or the students standing there.
Then Anna spoke, and Bunbury turned her weird stare to the girl. "Upsteadownahuh?" She shook her head once, then twice. She could have sworn the Head Girl said Jake Upstead's name at least five times in connection to Gingersnapple's disappearance....
....which meant that maybe....maybe the rumors were true. Anna knew things, after all, and she was a trustworthy student. But this meant one thing regarding Jake Upstead: He was no alleged cat napper, he WAS THE CAT NAPPER!
She hadn't believed the rumors or the Hufflepuff captain but now it seemed to make sense. Bunbury let the remaining slices of bologna in her hand float to the floor, but not before Anna managed to snag one.
"Why DOES he have my cat? You've heard it too????" the redhead murmured, staring at Elizabeth again.
She almost jumped when the nearest student spoke her kitty's name. Bunbunz whirled on the spot and grabbed the girl's arm - that cute Hufflepuff girl, T-something was her name.
"Gingersnapple! Yes! Have you seen him? Big, ginger cat, fluffy, likes bologna and chocolate?!" She shook the gir's arm a little. "Last seen with Jake Upstead - you're a Huffie, tell me you've seen my cat!"
And she wasn't hysterical yet, not at all. From her rather normal conversation with Anna, Elizabeth brought her attention back to Professor Bunbury as the professor mumbled about her idea of using a spell. And as she glanced at the redheaded professor, feeling a little guilty that she had semi-abandoned her attempts at thinking of the spell she had mentioned, her eyes widened slightly at the vacant expression greeting her. Something was seriously wrong. Professors shouldn't look like that, even if her previous idle theories about Professor Bunbury's sanity were true. But then the staff member's attention was back on Anna, and she relaxed a little.
Until the repetition of the question she had posed to Anna reached her ears, and her hand wrapped tightly around the strap of her bag again. If it hadn't been for the fact it would look bad for a seventh-year and beater to flee from a professor, she would have done so. "Um, I just heard about it now, from Anna. And a little from the conversation between you all when I first showed up," she explained, part of her pretty sure the professor wasn't listening. This is getting a little too surreal, even if I could totally believe Jake would end up with one of the professor's pets, she thought, watching as the younger Huffie's arm was shaken.
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