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Zara H. Bunbury-Foster
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Originally Posted by Antarctica!  Kiri was a few minutes early, so the door to the greenhouse was still closed. She could hear Professor Bunbury pottering around inside, though, so Kiri would not have to wait long. Besides, it was a nice day. With the unappealing Hogwarts spring finally gone, people were able to spend more and more time outside, and Kiri had taken to grabbing her bag and doing homework and revision at the lake.
Finally, the professor appeared behind the glass door and opened it. "Hello, Professor," said Kiri, scrambling to her feet. "Er, interesting shoes." She could not believe the professor wasn't constantly tripping over and breaking her ankles in the greenhouses, walking around in shoes like those. Kiri filed past her into the damp and warm interior of the greenhouse. "Why thank you," Bunbury glanced down at her feet and then up at Kiri, almost smiling at the girl. "They're new." And shiny.
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Originally Posted by destinyjazzhands Hmm, Professor Bunbury didn't want their wands this time. Good. Last Herbology class was crazy, with the devils snare and the whole broom thing. Destiny got embarrassed every time she thought about that.. Lets not bring that up anymore.
'Hello Professor Bunbury.' Destiny tried not to think of her flitterbloom plant with the same name, which she always forgot to water. She walked to a seat in the back so she could be the furthest away from any plants that might attack. But there were no plants in the room, just jars of 'Eww! The mooncalf!' She'll just sit away from them jars. "Hello Miss Shepard," the professor returned the greeting. She watched the girl pick out a seat in the very back of the greenhouse... hmm.... what was so appealing about the back? Nothing. There was nothing there today.
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Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd Uuuuuuuuuuh. Herrbology...Almost as unliked as potions...or more even. And ontop of that, the last time Miranda had seen Bunbury, he had been half hidden in the snow behind a bench, having a staring contest with her like two...somethings.
Her bag was across her shoulders and more books in her other hand as she made her way, rather quickly into the greenhouse. Without looking at the Professor, she greeted her. "Hellomisshowareyoutoday." and with that she hurried over to sit further away from the front than usual, letting her hair hide her face as she rummaged in her bag. Bunz raised a brow at the Hufflepuff that wandered in next. Oh yes. She remembered their awkward encounter well.
"I'm doing wonderfully, thank you for asking Miss BelCanto." And how was SHE doing? Hmm? Why so shifty?
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Originally Posted by SenoritaMaxie Was that MOONCALF DUNG?
Fyo bit his lip as he stepped into the greenhouse, not sure he liked this very much. Or at all. "Good day, Professor," he said, with a little, inward sigh, as he tried not to look at the... dung, once more. This really wasn't good.
Was Professor Bunbury going to have her BIG, BAD REVENGGGE?
He hoped not. REALLY hoped not. "Hello Fyo!" Bunz was actually happy to see him. He'd been a su-poo-per helper when the mooncalf dung had been delivered....
mmmyep.
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Originally Posted by individual Evelyn came through the door, thoroughly relieved that they didn't have to give up their wands again. She was surprised that she even thought of coming back to the class seeing as what happened last time. Her bruises were finally gone too, which was nice. Glancing over to the Professor, Evelyn gave a mumbled, "Hullo Professor." and, of course, spotted what was on the front desk.
That wasn't good...
Quickly making her way to the back of the room to where Destiny was, and where there were more hiding spots, though trying to not be so obvious....... What was she going to do to them!? And another one that dodged to the back. Bunbury nodded at the girl and watched her - and her wand, yes, she recognized that one - as she made her way to the back of the room.
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Originally Posted by moony-chaz Don't wanna go to Herbology, don't wanna go to Herbology, don't wanna siiiiiiiigh
Lyra let out a deep sigh before entering the classroom. She hoisted her schoolbag better over her shoulder and saw the Professor tapping her foot ....in a rhythm? strange woman. And so were her shoes.
Lyra looked at the typ of shoes she was wearing now and seriously wondered how someone like her , teached a dirty subject like Herbology. "Hello, professor" she greeted still looking at the shoes and quickly adjusted her eyes to somewhere else. A chair and desk would be perfect. Right. Lyra walked towards a empty chair and placed her bag beside her when she sat down, and waited for class to begin. "Hello," she didn't miss the girl sighing but Bunz really didn't mind. She was in something of a good mood today. Not even Upstead getting all cozy there bothered her. Yet.
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Originally Posted by bone_baud10 Herbology what peaceful lesson, it was one of the only lessons in the school grounds and the greenhouses were so, refreshing. As he entered the classroom he said, "Mornin' professor." He took a seat and waited for the lesson to begin. "Good morning!" Bunbury tapped her foot again at a change in tempo to the song in her head.
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Originally Posted by hermione9495 Nikki walked down to the Greenhouses, wondering what exactly they would be doing today. She walked into the classroom, poiletly saying, "Hello Professor." Looking around the classroom, Nikki stopped in her tracks as she saw dozens of jars crowding the Professors desks. Was that...no it couldn't be....mooncalfs poop. I thought I was done with that stuff! Nikki thought making her way to an empty seat. Almost with an amused expression, Bunbury nodded at the next Slytherin to enter and watched her reaction to the jars of poo. HA.
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Originally Posted by Anna Banana As she passed through the door to the greenhouse, LouAnn Purple stopped to briefly greet Professor Bunbury. The Herbology professor had quickly become one of LouAnn's favorite professors, and the woman had never failed to teach a lesson LouAnn didn't have a good time attending. "Hey, Professor B!" LouAnn called out, waving despite the fact she was standing a mere foot in front of the professor.
She headed further into the greenhouse, failing at first to notice the many jars of poo lining the professor's desk. It was only when she turned around that she noticed the silvery substance decorating the desktop. Man, oh, man. Professor Bunbury and poo sure went together like peanut and jelly. How appropriate for her to teach about poo during her last lesson of the school year. "Did ya like my poem, Professor B?" she asked. "Miss P," Bunz had to refrain from rolling her eyes at the informality of this girl. Silly child. She was about to follow her further into the greenhouse but just then, a great warm breeze rolled through the door and caused Bunz to half-lose her balance thanks to her very pointy boots. To keep her balance, the redhead had to flail her arms about just a little and her bum and hips might've swung around in an appearance that she was dancing some sort of hippo hula....
But Bunburys don't dance. Inconceivable. So the shake-shake-breeze-breeze moment quickly passed and the professor regained her balance, shaking her head at the crazy wind these days. She left her post at the door and made her way to the collection of jars at the front of the room. Ugh. Still stinky. If only she had a wand to get rid of the scent....
"I did enjoy your poem, in a way," she told LouAnn quite seriously. "I enjoyed everyone's poems. Such a lovely way to receive criticism, through poetry. Absolutely cheering."
The sarcasm couldn't have been more obvious and Bunz even quirked a brow at the rest of the students assembled there. Yeah. Great poems, kids, great poems. At least some of them had rhymed. Non-rhyming poetry was, in her opinion, not even poetry at all.
"We'll wait a few more minutes for any stragglers before class starts."
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