As Dominic was handing over the memoir/sonnet/poem, his eyes couldn't help but flicker towards Cel-an-dine briefly in time to catch a comforting smile by her. Giving her a return smile, albeit nervously, he turned back towards the redhead, awaiting her response but instead saw her smirk?! OH! She thought he was afraid of HER! Well boy was she misled, since that was not what his anxiety was about at all, but he wouldn't dare to say that.

"Professor Bunbury, yes thank you," he commented, fighting the urge to roll his eyes at the mention about fashion. Taste for it? If you count what goats do after breakfast, then perhaps you're right... Dom watched her expression carefully as she read the poem.

"Why?! Did I?" He blinked at her, knowing there seemed to be little way out as her lips formed that deliciously evil smirk again. "I thought I told you... I just wanted to express my gratitude for you being a Professor and all." Run away, was what his mind was telling him, but his legs just wouldn't budge.

Glancing around at Cel-an-dine when the fifth year heard Bunbury call to her and offer her points for helping, he frowned slightly frustrated. If only she were a hufflepuff... And next thing he knew, the claw was leaving and said goodbye to him too! "Later, Cel-an-dine" he called after her, not bothering to look behind him as she left the greenhouses, as he didn't wish to break the eye contact with the Professor.

"If you don't mind, then I should probably go as well," he made to back away slowly, as her blue eyes were eerily beginning to get creepy. Reaching out for his parchment, he offered her a genuine smile, hoping she'd accept it.

"Ta ta, Miss Toussaint," Anastasia called out, again, not moving her eyes from Dominic's face. But ooohhoho, if he thought he was getting off easy he had another think coming.

"Ah ah ah ah ahhhh," Bunbury then tsked, putting up a long, red-painted finger to stop Denton from moving a toe outside of the greenhouse. "I warned you that I can always spot a lie....and right now...."

She took an ominous step toward him. "Right now you are not telling me the entire truth. If this were merely a 'welcome memoir,'" she made little air quotes, "then why isn't it personalized with MY name, and why doesn't it address me as 'Madame Queenliness' or something of the sort?" Annie's red brows furrowed together in the center of her forehead as she tapped her finger on her chin.

"You see, Mr. Denton, I believe this parchment is some sort of measly attempt to redeem yourself after clearly irritating your dear Professor Krazimer...Kazimaza....Kazimeriz," stupid name, "and judging from the writing quality of this poem," she paused to glance at it again and tsked long and loud, "you still have a ways to go before any redemption will be given."

Bunbury finished her analization of the boy with yet another wolfish smirk. Oh how she loved always being right.

"I will give you one more chance, Prefect," she practically spat. "What is the true purpose of this parchment?"

Ugh, if her blue eyes weren't getting to him before, they were now. The way she tsked him, Dominic knew that he was in trouble and really wanted to just run away. Right now. Far from this creepy redheaded woman and go find the Headmaster to request the return of Caracio. At least he didn't have that ... that... laugh. And blue eyes that could pierce someone's heart out.

"A lie?" Dominic repeatedly innocently enough. "I'm afraid you're quite mistaken, Professor Bunbury as it was indeed a welcome memoir. But as I am welcoming ALL the professors, then it wouldn't be fit for personalization of each professor now, would it?"

He took an automatic 'nother step backwards when she moved closer, enough to be able to count out each strand of red hair in eyebrows. Because Madame Queenliness would require you to be one, and obviously you're too snobbish to be one... "Well wouldn't you have to be married to be a queen though?" he asked, arching a single brow carefully, as he was quite certain he did not notice a ring on her finger.

"Professor Kazimeriz and no, I don't believe I would be trying to redeem myself, Professor Bunbury," Dom began, sighing quietly as she insulted his writing style. "Rather as I am a Hufflepuff, we pride ourselves in being fair and working hard. Leave the measly attempts to those who have little efforts or skills to apply, but as a journalist for the Quill, I do declare that my writing quality is just fine." And I apologize that your puny brain was unable to comprehend some of those 'big' words.

Ugh. Could he rip her hair now? Or perhaps a book toss was in order but he was sort of not in the position to throw any since he didn't have any on him at the moment. Thus the fifth year shoved his hands into his robe pockets and continued to stare into her blue eyes.

Bunbury shook her red head slowly from left to right, as if she truly pitied that fool of a boy, dear Dominic Denton. Oh how he had made a mistake in coming here today.

"I would think that any student who truly wished to welcome his professors would take the time to personalize each piece of parchment if he had, after all, taken the time to write them all such a touching poem out of the kindness of his heart." She touched her chest and sighed fakely as if she really were affected by the sonnet, when in all reality, she couldn't make sense of most of it.

Bunbury crossed her arms and dropped the 'touched' act, though, when he he had the audacity to point out that she wasn't, in fact, married. Ooooh but that was quite the touchy subject, after two failed engagements and all.

And then there was the icing on the cake. He tried to compare journalistic writing to composing a poem. HA! As if the boy knew ANYTHING about ANYTHING! And bringing up Hufflepuff - oooh he couldn't be a worse example for her old House. Anastasia was postively fuming now and only the fact that she was surrounded by students and precious plants in a sparkling clean glass greenhouse kept her from hurling something at that insufferable Prefect.

"5 points from Hufflepuff for your cheek, Denton," Bunbury snapped, "and another 5 for blatantly lying to me." Her blue eyes were cold and humorless now and there was absolutely no trace of a smile or smirk on her face. "And you are dismissed from my sight. Mark my words, boy, I shall get to the root of this ridiculous sonnet and then you will face your true punishment."

She glared at him once more for effect and then turned smartly on her heel and marched off to the bubotuber cabinet to check Celandine's work. She just really really needed something to keep her occupied before the revenge could take root in her evil little mind.

"Thank you," said Lyra to the older- and taller- girl, handing her a rag. She then continued cleaning. She tried to make conversation. "So your a Hufflepuff," she asked, nodding at the crest on her robes. "That's lucky, because I'm pretty sure Professor Bunbury was one when she attended Hogwarts."

Oh no. Dominic just knew this wasn't good from her shaking her head. He should have gone to Vindictus first; why couldn't she have just accepted his poem and let him move on like Morgan did? Why did she have to know the reasoning for his reading? It would have been far more easier and accepting...

"Well if you must know, Professor Bunbury," Dominic began, growing increasingly irritated by her presence. "Then the poem itself was not individualized and it was supposed to read to you. But as there were others around, I much preferred handing it to you instead." Ugh.

Touched? Bunbury was absolutely a horrible actress, which was obvious by everyone!

Five points from ... for... oh!!! Dominic could just throw something at her or her beloved plants if it wouldn't have cost him the rest of his house points and his badge. "Blatantly lying!? Oh but if you only knew..." he sighed quietly, ready to leave from her piercing glare. Her hideous face. And just her.

"You do that. Good day, Professor," he remarked politely, before turning as he was 'dismissed' - even though it meant little to him. Dom was ready to leave before. The moment he saw that red hair, he wanted out, but he came here on a mission and he was going to do that. Even if he just embarrassed himself in front of all the Professors at Hogwarts, then he would NOT let Kazi-ancient one bring him down.

Marching away from the greenhouses, Dominic didn't even bother looking back but just walked straight out and away .... Professor Vindictus was next and him, at least, would hopefully not question his motives. Maybe.

Pfft. She hated Herbology, but she certainly liked the way everything looked around here. It was oh-so-clean and neat, that she was actually feeling like giving Herbology another try. Maybe it was good to be all cleaned up, just as she was right now. She was even wearing drawing gloves so her nails wouldn’t get dirty with all the sketching.

This new Bunbury Professor had a point. And if they looked spotless, they will be spotless. In every sense of the way. Besides, she was Captain, she had to set the example, right?

Kaika sighed as she took on the sky that was showing right outside the Greenhouses and she set the telescope in there. And almost immediately the angle fell to the spot she wanted. Awesome. The telescope was not such a ‘Uselesscope’ after all.

She drew quickly, not wanting to get Bunbury’s attention. And as soon as she came, she left, with the third drawing on her hand.

On her way back to the castle, Abby makes a side trip to the Greenhouse. It's dark inside. Classes are over for the day, and Professor Bunburry is in her quarters. Abby takes her wand out and points it at the lock to the door. "Alohomora!" The lock unlocks on the first try. Abby opens the door to make sure. Piece of cake. Abby closes the door and point her wand at the door again. She thinks locc duro over and over in her mind. The bolt clicks. Abby tries the door again. It's locked. Way to go girl! Abby walks back to the castle very pleased with herself.

Lyra made her way towards the greenhouses. Never before was she ever interested in getting her hands dirty but she was in search of more beautiful, gorgeous and vibrant colors such as that WONDERFUL PINK puffapod that the professor introduced to her perfect, colored eyes. She glanced around, first to see if Professor Bunbury was in the greenhouse and then eying some of the beautiful color plants and not the boring leafy greeny ones.

Robert walked down to the greenhouse with his arms laden with supplies, seeds and the like to start his project. Humming, 'Hey Jude' under his breath he opened the door and focusing intently on not dropping anything made his way cautiously to the far work space near the back corner that he had allotted for his portable garden. Still humming under his breath rather louder then he had been, not aware there was anyone else in the greenhouse with him he set the large pile of things in his arms on the table and knelt down to pull out a special magic amplified replica of the large student garden in the next greenhouse over. The trick was to make it large and find a way to shrink it without damaging the plants. Standing back up he hefted the large thing onto the table and wiped the dirt from his shirt. Taking off his robe he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and started singing instead of humming, "Hey Jude, don't let me down. Take your sad song, and make it better...." As he sang he pulled out a large thing of soil and started placing handfuls into the large planting area.

Lyra was just about to make her way towards the student gardens when she stopped dead in her tracks. Someone was singing, but she didn't recognize the tune. Her eyes scanned the greenhouse to find someone she knew standing in the corner, but this time she was totally NOT stalking him. She snickered lightly to herself and made her way over to where Robert was standing.

"What a lovely tune," she giggled standing right next to the tall Ravenclaw. her green eyes looked up to him as she pressed her lips together, then smiled innocently.

Robert continued placing dirt in the tray, still singing to himself, "And any time you feel the pain, Hey, Jude, refrain. Don't carry the world upon your shoulders..." Just as the tray was filled with soil he picked up the heavy bag and placed it back under the table. A voice startled him as he was just about to sing the chorus and he leaned back up only to hit his head rather hard against the bottom of the table. "Bloody Hell!" Leaning back he held his hand against his head, rubbing it as he stood up straight and looked down at Lyra with a grimace. "A little warning would be lovely, dear." He winced as his hand touched the knot forming on the back of his head. "Thanks...it's The Beatles. How long were you standing there?" he asked as he touched his head gingerly.

Lyra's lips formed an 'O' as she silently said the word OUCH when Robert hit his head on the table. "Next time I shall wear bells on my toes," she spoke, giving him an innocent look. She seriously would have spoke up if she knew he was going to bump his head. That was another sign that she completely sucked at Divinations and seeing the future.

As soon as he asked his question, she reached up on her tiptoes wanting to feel the damage to the back of his head. "Long enough," she said with a slight pause then began speaking once again. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to...you know...injure your head." She wasn't laughing as she was more concerned in making sure he was okay.

Robert looked down at Lyra and laughed as she spoke and at the innocent look on her face, "For some reason I can't see you wearing bells." He dropped his hand down from his head as the pain finally started to subside.

He watched as she stood on her tiptoes and touched the back of his head where he had hit it. He closed his eyes at the familiar touch but grimaced when the pain registered. "Am I okay? Well I'm standing, not seeing double, and as far as I am aware awake. So...yes I suppose I'm okay." He reached up and moved her hand away from his head and entwined his fingers in hers, "I know you didn't. I should have been paying attention. For one I wouldn't have been singing...." He laughed with a grin as he tried to ease her nerves to show that he was okay. "Seriously I'm fine. What were you doing in here anyway? Stalking me again?" he said with a smirk.

Lyra giggled at the bell part but then watched has his fingers wrapped around hers. "It's good that you are not seeing double," she said as she held up her other hand with 2 fingers in the shape of a 'V'. "How many fingers do you s-How many fingers am I holding up?" She had to rephrase that question as she had a few smart mouthed answers to that before since people counted all her fingers on one hand that were showing, whether they were up or down.

But then came the question...and the stalking answer that he just had to ask. "I was not stalking you this time, dear," she said returning the word that he used as well. "Actually I was on my way towards the student gardens. I heard she has PINK out there."

Varius had taken quite a liken to Professor Bunbury Herbology ever since he had gotten his homework back with good marks. Who knew Plymouth was actually CORRECT and that Herbology was quite great with fabulous red hair.

He walked into the greenhouse, which was quite stuffy, despite it being rather cold October weather outside - that's Scotland for ya. Quite a few students were in the greenhouse, which he hadn't expected... people were so dedicated and not lazy like his Granmama had warned him of. How delightful!

He left his classmates to their own doings and set out to find BunBun. "Where art thou Juliet," he muttered silently under his breath which no one without super duper bat hearing would have heard. He found her inside the bubotuber cabinet. "Why hello! Professor BunBunnnnnnnnnnn...err....uryyyy.Ahem," oh crap. "I... was.... ahem, wow is it hot in here?... wondering, if you... need any help... at all....miss..."

In the words of Hermione Granger, "What. An. Idiot."

Bunbury had almost lost herself amongst the bubotuber pus. She had taken to rearranging every single little container in the cabinet, organizing them from smallest to largest, and had totally not even heard Lyra and Robert come in.

Nor had she heard the Hufflepuff enter the greenhouse behind them - not until he popped up right behind her.

"Merlin!" Anastasia jumped when the boy spoke, almost dropping the container of pus in her hand. "Oh, er," she fluffled out her hair at the surprise of seeing the brilliant boy. Clearly he wasn't the only startled one either, stuttering like that.

"Hello Mr. Tipps, lovely day, isn't it?" Bunbury dusted some invisible dust off her hands and stepped away from the bubotuber cabinet, closing the doors softly as she did. "You want to help me with something?" She raised a red brow; now that was a first. Usually people wanted something from her first. Hmm. Bunbury could think of a project for Mr. Tipps, surely she could...

"Yes, very lovely ey... day," was he about to say eyes? Oh my Merlin! He should go! He couldn't be doing this... what if he slipped something else out? What if he lost a gazillion points! What... what... oh no! It was the red hair, he swore by it! It was hypnotising... maybe he could ask her to dye it? "I think your hair would look fantastic blonde... Professor Bunbury... not that it isn't nice the way it is now because it is lovely... of course... it's unique and fiesty and... ahem... yeh, just saying."

"Yes... help. you. with. something," he said rather bluntly, but clearly. He was sweating so much, that his brow was competing with the Niagra Falls.

Anastasia eyed the boy once, up and down his frame, making sure that he hadn't trekked any filth or mud into her greenhouses. He looked clean enough, so she took a step away from her cabinet and closer to the boy.

"Blonde?" She stopped in her tracks and fingered a red curl of hair. "You really think so, huh?" Bunbury gently pulled the strand out and examined it carefully, frowning at the sight of a few split ends. "Oh but I love my red color. It's natural, you know, and blondes....blondes are so overrated."

She scoffed lightly and then turned her attention back to the boy. "Actually, Varius," Anastasia shook her head and took another step closer to him, noticing at once that he seemed either very nervous or very close to passing out - he was just sweating like the greenhouse was a sauna. Oi. "Are you sure I can't help you? Dear boy, you like you're standing on the edge of a volcano." She shook her red head, still smiling, and put a steady hand on his shoulder. "Are you feeling alright?" He was one of Hufflepuff's top students, after all, and her old House couldn't afford to lose a valuable point-earner.

Blondes were overrated!? Varius ran his fingers through his own, very blonde hair. Maybe she would be more impressed if he dyed it red? "Yeh, totalllllly," he agreed, "Blondes are soooo overrated... yeh." Oh boy.

Then she put her hand on his shoulder. HER HAND, HIS SHOULDER. He was going to melt or the ground was going to swallow him up, one of the two. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to concentrate and ignore the physical contact.

"Help me?" he repeated, "Oh no. I am more than quite happy here at the edge of my volcano... I mean, in the greenhouse, yeh. With all the plants... and, yeh. Very happy indeed. I sweat when... i'm happy?" The hand was still on his shoulder and he could feel the touch burning into his flesh as if her hand were a muggle iron.

What was this? Someone must be messing around with him. Surely he was under the imperius curse and this was why he was behaving like a lunatic. Thinking fast, "Oh my! Is that dirt under that fingernail right there Professor BunBun...er.uryyyy..." that would likely remove her hand, right?

Okay now things were just getting weird. Really weird. That boy was a) a boy and b) a blond and yet he was agreeing with Anastasia? Weren't men supposed to be argumentative?

No matter; she knew she was right. Duh. Redheads were simply the most gorgeous beings on the planet and she was the most gorgeous of them all. Obviously.

"You sweat when you're happy," Annie repeated distractedly, still a little enraptured by the thought of the entire world dying their heads to match hers. "Hmmwhat? You should get that looked at, Mr. Tipps. It's unattractive." She wrinkled her nose to demonstrate her point.

But what was this? DIRT?! Under MY NAILS? "I think not!" Bunbury gasped, taking a step back from Varius as she scrutinized her nails. "Where? Which nail? Point it out, boy, don't be shy!" This was a crime if it was true! A horror! A disaster! A crisis of epic proportions that would require immediate nail care! If there was even any dirt there, of course.

OOC; LMAOOOOOOOO.

If Varius could read minds, he too would agree with the point that redheads were the schmexiest beings on the planet. Why? Well because his puppeteer is a redhead and toterly the schmexiest after BunBun-face, of course. *modest*

"Unattractive?" he repeated quietly, completely defeated. He had no idea what the hell was going on with him and it didn't help that he kept spouting rubbish! Complete rubbish! Nonsense! He wanted his Mum... he so desperately wanted to curl up and begin sucking on his thumb, which was growing steadily more tempting. "Did I say happy? I meant to say... nervous! Erm... being around a person with knowledge such as yours! Well... I just... don't want to come across... erm... stupid?" Le sigh. Poor Varius.

The Hufflepuff acted out the whole *looks at the nails to study them in order to point out the dirty culprit* before admitting, "Oh, my bad... must have just been a trick with the light? A shadow maybe?" Was he trying to give the poor woman a heart attack?

"So... do you need help? Maybe?"

Robert looked at Lyra with a raised eyebrow as he was about to say something smart when she changed the question. With a smirk he laughed, "Two, I see two fingers. See...no concussion." Reaching past her he pulled some of his supplies toward him and then looked at her with another smirk as he purposely smudged dirt on her as he moved his arm.

He laughed and shook his head, "I didn't really think you were you know...." As she used the same endearment he had he grinned and then laughed loudly at her reasoning behind going to go see the student gardens, "I'm sorry, I'm not much of a 'pink' kind of guy." He glanced down at several seed packets in the pile and looked thoughtful, "I could add some to my garden for you...."

Lyra turned her head to one side but kept her eyes on Robert. It was a good thing she made herself clear on the fingers. He was obviously going to say what she thought he might do. "Mmmmhmmm! Caught'cha," she snickered but then jumped from the dirt. She opened her mouth to say something but it didn't come out except for..."dirtyyyy."

And then another blow to the colour. "Real men wear pink, Robert," she raised a brow with a sly smile. "Nah! Kidding! It's the most vibrant, girlie colour of all. It's loud, bright, eyecatching...I love it." She then gleamed brightly as he talked about adding flowers to his garden. "That would be so sweet," she said as she linked her arm with his then leaned against him. "You would do that...for me?"

ooc: lmfaoooo of course redheads are the best, simply because Lee is one. Now I have proof. xD

Anastasia waited with dramatic apprehension as the boy examined her nails. She was practically holding her breath, waiting, just waiting for the verdict.

And then she was off the hook. WHEW, thank Merlin. That place was not going to be a pretty sight if she had dirt anywhere on her person.

"Well then, thank you dear," she said brightly, patting the boy on the head. "You aren't stupid at all! Why, you did fantastically on your homework, didn't you?" Bunbury smiled warmly and then started walking toward the back of the greenhouse where she had a few squareish containers full of dirt and puffapods.

"And as a matter of fact, I could use your help," she continued as she click-clacked along, gesturing toward the boy with one long finger. "We need to move these puffapods to the student garden for planting...."