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Oh ew, ew, ew, this assembly was giving Anastasia disturbing mental images the longer she listened. First of all, what was this comment all about? 'I am no different than any of you, I just grow fur 3 nights a month.' Yeah suuure that was all there was to it. Disgusting. Did Lupa hack up fur-balls every now and then too? Oh just gross, as if Lupa even needed to supply Anastasia's imagination with more reasons to dislike her.
And then there was Kazimeriz, the ridiculous old coot who was just trying to make his precious goddaughter feel better by describing her as the prettiest wolf ever -- as if that were even possible. Werewolves were beasts, plain and simple, and beauty was hardly a word that should be contained within the same sentence as one of them. Silly man. Obviously he hadn't looked in a mirror lately either.
Bunbury did pay attention enough, however, to hear Krazikazi mention her name like five times in connection to the wolfsbane potion. She wasn't excessively fond of that potion...or herb, for that matter, but she did know what Kazi was rambling about for once.
"It flowers from June to August, actually, with the seeds ripening from July through September," the Herbology professor spoke up, calmly meeting Kazi's eyes. She wasn't correcting him and calling him out in front of the entire school, exactly... or okay, yeah that's exactly what she was doing but in an ever-so-polite manner. But Bunz knew her plants and he knew his potions and neither really intimidated the other... so perhaps it was just a conflicting of sources?
Speaking of sources, no way was the Herbology professor touching that phial of potion in front of her. It was a lovely lilac color.... and she was just a litttle bit curious about the properties of it... but she would never in a million years drink something that kept Alessia Lupa sane or whatever. She could just... casually examine the phial from afar. And stick it in her pocket for later experimentation.
"Thank you Professor Bunbury..." she said trying not to sound cold.
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She-Who-Is-Not-To-Be-Psycho! That did not quite answer the question 'why now' but Diane did not want to push it. "Well, you look very unfurrish today," was Diane's attempt at a compliment, with the air of somebody who was drinking tea and commenting on the wallpaper... in other words, not thinking too much of the situation.
Her eyes brightened up considerably noting something as professor Kazimeriz left the podium. She curiously uncorked and sniffed the vial content - it didn't seem to bother her at all - but did not taste it: instead lowered it and listened to more of the question-answer period with a blank expression. She was momentarily distracted by the sniffing at the side of her, a couple rows back. There was a girl crying inconsolable.
Interestingly text-accurate. Diane hadn't read much about werewolves other than relating them to the Wolf's Bane Potion.
She raised her hand again, "What about a Gregory's Unctuous Unction, to fight back the urges to, ah, tear the flesh off humans?" Now this was particularly disturbing: she was still smiling, as if unbothered by the imaginery.
"Not yet anyway..." she looked at the sky again... the sun was disappearing. "Well, and Professor Kazimeriz can correct me if I am wrong, but Gregory's Unctuous Unction only persuades the drinker that the giver is her very best friend... so it would only save one person. And as a werewolf, if you allow one person to spend time with you in that form... you must care for them a lot." She said and swallowed...
She could feel her body temperature rising fast. "If you'll excuse me now, I'm going to step into the cage and have the headmaster lock me up." She said and smiled. She walked into the cage and took the vial that had been placed there for her. It was time... she needed to take the potion. She drank it down quickly... odd... she could taste... strawberries? "Uhmm Rey?" She began to feel even more nervous...