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BanaBatGirl · 10-29-2009, 02:54 AM

The Bunz was now a cold, shivery and frustrated Bunz as she approached her office from the other side. And look at that, another student out there.

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Originally Posted by Touz or Treat

Plymouth Morgan was doing his regular bit of random moseying around and about the grounds. It would have been nice to have company, Plymouth always enjoyed company, but today he was alone. Sigh.

So, he wandered up to the little waiting area that Professor Bunz had designated. He plopped right down on the love seat after a knock.

His reason for visiting? "Hehe."

And, so he waited.

"Mr. Morgan," she called out nice and loud. You know, he could be used to unstick the door. She strolled past the boy and then paused just outside her door after jiggling the doorknob a few more times.

Still no luck -- but wait, what was this?

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Originally Posted by Miss Lissy Lou

Jack really DID like Bunbury. She was a good teacher and she made Herbology MUCH more interesting that it probably would be with any other teacher. But, when it came down to it...he WAS still a bit scared of her. That was why he was choosing to deliver the silvery mooncalf dung that Morgan had told them to give her while she was BUSY. If he gave it to her face to face...well, things could be a bit disasterous. Like, she could maybe dump the pot of dung on him or something! And Jack was not going to get POO thrown at him again.

Morgan had told them to decorate the pot, but he didn't really have many decorating tools avaliable to him. So, this was the best he came up with:

He had been looking for pink glitter, but when he asked his sister Jasmine if she had any in her dorm, she looked at him like he had two heads, so THAT idea had died pretty quickly. The poem that was attached was not that amazing either (Jack had never really been that good at writing) but ehh. Hopefully she'd appreciate it!

He wandered into her waiting area and set the pot of poop down in front of the door before knocking. Without waiting around to see if she would answer, he quickly turned tail and BOLTED out of there, out of fear that an angered Bunz would, indeed, tip the pot over on his head.

Maybe he'd get lucky and she WOULD like the gift and send him a thank you note!

.....a decorated pot of doodoo. OH DELIGHTFUL. JUST DELIGHTFUL. Bunbury was locked out of her office and all she had to look forward to was a gift of dung waiting outside her door?

"Could you help me with something, Plymouth dear?" the redhead asked, picking up the pot and wrinkling her nose at the stench. She didn't even have her wand to take care of the smell.

10-29-2009, 02:54 AM	#73 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB The Bunz was now a cold, shivery and frustrated Bunz as she approached her office from the other side. And look at that, another student out there. Quote: Originally Posted by Touz or Treat Plymouth Morgan was doing his regular bit of random moseying around and about the grounds. It would have been nice to have company, Plymouth always enjoyed company, but today he was alone. Sigh. So, he wandered up to the little waiting area that Professor Bunz had designated. He plopped right down on the love seat after a knock. His reason for visiting? "Hehe." And, so he waited. "Mr. Morgan," she called out nice and loud. You know, he could be used to unstick the door. She strolled past the boy and then paused just outside her door after jiggling the doorknob a few more times. Still no luck -- but wait, what was this? Quote: Originally Posted by Miss Lissy Lou Jack really DID like Bunbury. She was a good teacher and she made Herbology MUCH more interesting that it probably would be with any other teacher. But, when it came down to it...he WAS still a bit scared of her. That was why he was choosing to deliver the silvery mooncalf dung that Morgan had told them to give her while she was BUSY. If he gave it to her face to face...well, things could be a bit disasterous. Like, she could maybe dump the pot of dung on him or something! And Jack was not going to get POO thrown at him again. Morgan had told them to decorate the pot, but he didn't really have many decorating tools avaliable to him. So, this was the best he came up with: He had been looking for pink glitter, but when he asked his sister Jasmine if she had any in her dorm, she looked at him like he had two heads, so THAT idea had died pretty quickly. The poem that was attached was not that amazing either (Jack had never really been that good at writing) but ehh. Hopefully she'd appreciate it! He wandered into her waiting area and set the pot of poop down in front of the door before knocking. Without waiting around to see if she would answer, he quickly turned tail and BOLTED out of there, out of fear that an angered Bunz would, indeed, tip the pot over on his head. Maybe he'd get lucky and she WOULD like the gift and send him a thank you note! .....a decorated pot of doodoo. OH DELIGHTFUL. JUST DELIGHTFUL. Bunbury was locked out of her office and all she had to look forward to was a gift of dung waiting outside her door? "Could you help me with something, Plymouth dear?" the redhead asked, picking up the pot and wrinkling her nose at the stench. She didn't even have her wand to take care of the smell. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind