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"Yes, everyone who answered something about Cedric being a Triwizard Champion and having a 12 1/4" ash wand with a unicorn tail core is correct." Bunbury nodded in approval of the answering students and then looked down at the book Abby mentioned.
Bunz marched back to under the shade tree and looked up, then back to the class. "... Is ash on the Celtic tree calender, and if so, when? Do you think Cedric was born during these months? What would that mean, if his birth coincided with the wood of the calender?"
She turned to the student with a question and raised an eyebrow. "Like Professor Morgan stated, I think tracking a unicorn and collecting a hair from a stray bush would be easier than approaching it or just yanking it and scrambling away."
Bunbury's eyes drifted toward Jake Upstead for some reason and then back to the girl. "However, it's entirely possible that different wandmakers have different methods. Maybe some do ask a veela for an eyelash or a hair or whatever. Maybe some sneak it when the creature is sleeping." Shrug. "Perhaps you could ask the local wandmaker in Diagon Alley next time you're out shopping."
"Ahhhhhhhhhnuuuu," Jake mumbled, working furiously to write all this stuff down again, twitching slightly as the nib of his quill broke when he pressed down too hard for like, the fifth time, and pulling a fresh one out of his pocket.
It was just then, when he looked up with a bizarre expression on his face in response to the question. Jake was about to open his mouth to respond that he had no idea what they were on about now, which couldn't be good... when he saw Bunbunz looking at him.
Why?
Why was she doing that... that looking thing?
The worst thing was not knowing whether to be scared, cautious, pleased... whatever. So Jake just stared up at Bunbunz for a while, eyes wide, body frozen and quill about to fall from his limp fingers.