 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Ew. Ew. EW. Sputtering on her Louboutins: NOT ACCEPTABLE.
"Get up off the floor this instant, Karsten," Bunbury growled in a tone usually reserved for Jake Upstead. "What is the reason for this? And it's not POOP," that word was so unclassy, "it's fertilizer... which brings me to my next question..."
She put her hand to her nose and flicked her wand at the buckets before speaking though, just having to de-stinkify them with a quick charm. "Where on earth did you get two - nay, nearly three - buckets of mooncalf dung? And how exactly did Kettleburn and Toussaint come across some of it?"
Without waiting for an answer, Bunz turned toward the Ravenclaw there and put her hand down. Ah. Fresh air, that was better. "Oh Satine darling, how thoughtful of you!" She took cute pink, polka-dotted box and offered the girl something resembling a smile. See. Annie was trying this grateful gift-accepting thing.
"Did you want to come into the office for a cup of tea or anything?" Once Bunz dealt with the Slytherin ruffian, of course.
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