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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl 
Bunbury was not going to be eating this.... mmm... chocolate deliciousness anytime soon, as tempting as it looked. Not unless she had a taste-tester first. Marcus, maybe, he would do. She carefully pushed the Baked Alaska to her left so it would catch the other chocoholic's eye.
"Well then, I will be setting it on fire later," Anastasia declared, looking up from the dessert to Torin. "That's right, walking around with anything on fire isn't safe... and we can't be concerned enough with safety these days."
She deliberately glanced down the table toward the Headmaster and then looked back at the Hufflepuff. "I think you should head back to your table now, before Bontecou speaks. Thank you for the ah, Baked Alaska though."
He smiled at her and watched as she pushed the dessert to the side. So she would eat it later. Good. "Yes, Professor Bunbury. Enjoy your dessert."
He smiled and was about to go when he remembered that he still had his poem for her. "One more thing." He placed the poem on the table. "See you in class later." He turned away and headed back to his table.
SPOILER!!: poem
Search the world, but let me say,
That you will never find,
A lady with a better taste,
Or more fantastic mind.
No one who, with better skill,
Can spot some Jimmy Choos;
No one who, with better taste,
Can pick, in pink, her shoes.
A better flyer never was,
And who can not admire?
Her taste in food, in dishes sweet,
Her hair, that shade of fire!
A teacher who is sans a match,
A teacher made of beauty,
Someone sweet, to never shy,
From courage, pink or duty!
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