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"I'll have to ask Mum, but sure. Why not?" Plymouth liked digging and being outside. Truebridge. Sunshine. "And no girls."

Plymouth sniffed a booger and then made faces at them. Ew. "Think we're about done here? Or do you need to get more spy instructions?" Nevermind getting de-feathered.

"I don't WANT to be a spy. I like the professors. Most of them." Cope cleaned his hands with a spell and finally focused enough to help cleaning up the work station. "Will you show Zahra my picture so she remembers me?"

"I won't have to. You know Mum." Plymouth shook his head. He loved his mum SO MUCH. Plymouth hopped up on to the work table when he was done cleaning... he was tired of standing.

And he was a little hungry, so he picked up all the excess peppermint and munched on it.

"Suppose Professor Kazimeriz doesn't like them all though, huh? If he's got SPIES. Who else do you suppose is a spy?"

"Maybe spy is the wrong word... but I don't know. I suppose he has lots. Anyone who's ever been alone with him could be one."

Cope stood as well, giving the door a longing glance. "Do you mind if I call your mother... Mum? Would it bother you?"

"No. Mum's... everyone's mum. I swear she's trying her hardest to adopt Kayla right now. And when Cela's brother came that time? Kieran? Him too. Cela, of course. And the hobos. She... I don't mind. It makes her happy when you do. I don't mind sharing with you, Perni. Everybody needs a mum and I reckon mine's the best there is." TRUTH.

Hmmmm. Plymouth picked up Tom Toad the Frog again and fed him some peppermint, too. "So, suppose, by that theory, you could be SPYING on ME right NOW. Or, me on you. Or... I want Kazi to ask me to be a spy, too. I really do."

"So then you have to find a reason to get alone with him, and then you have to let him know which professors you have a relationship with. And if he hates them, maybe you can be a spy," Cope was FULL of helpful hints. He shrugged, completely sure he was making it all up.

"I like your Mum, Plym. Do you think you'll ever want to call Albert anything other than... that?"

Professor Kazimeriz returned to the potions lab, looking exhausted and limping heavily.

"Well, Morgan, how goes the potion? Have you cured your brother of his need for Celestina Warbeck, tragic love poetry and crying jags yet?" Kazimeriz said with a smirk.

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Originally Posted by The Narrator (Post 8429032)

And earpiercing screech filled the corridor. It was coming from the submerged great hall.

But his question was cut short when he heard screeching coming from the corridor. Running to the door, he looked out and saw the source of the terrible noise wasn't from the fifth floor, but appeared to be coming from below. It wasn't unlike the sound he had heard from the library last week.

"Professor Kazimeriz..." he consulted, his voice croaking slightly in worry, "What the hell is that? It sounds like it's in the castle..."

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Originally Posted by Leeness (Post 8439104)

Varius had been continuing to sift through his lovely jar of bogeys, still unable to find any actual nargles but only their 'eggs'. By now, the sculpture he had made of Kazimeriz had flopped and broken in half. This was so bloody boring and it wasn't getting him anywhere. "Professor, I can't seem to find any..."

But his question was cut short when he heard screeching coming from the corridor. Running to the door, he looked out and saw the source of the terrible noise wasn't from the fifth floor, but appeared to be coming from below. It wasn't unlike the sound he had heard from the library last week.

"Professor Kazimeriz..." he consulted, his voice croaking slightly in worry, "What the hell is that? It sounds like it's in the castle..."

Kazimeriz narrowed his eyes, tipping his head as he listened. "...mermish." he whispered, listening again. His eyes grew wide and he drew his wand. "I cannot help your emotional state at this time, if you both are not done with the potion, but it seems prudent that we prepare for a possible evacuation or at least investigate the source of that sound. With that in mind..." He cast finite on poor Copernicus Kettleburn to return him to his un-snitchlike original state. "Let your time as a living Snitch serve to remind you, Kettleburn, that you must address your grievances as a gentleman, and not break another man's confidence. Now... perhaps we should all go investigate the situation. Leave your cauldrons and projects, I do not want anyone in jeopardy. Come now -- hurry, all of you!" He was loathe to end up in yet another trap of floodwaters. He walked to the door and held it open to usher the students out, first glancing into the corridor to see if there was any water. So far, all clear.

"Mermish?" Varius repeated, slightly confused. "Why are the Merpeople making such awful sounds? I thought they were nice!"

Varius hurried towards the door after the Professor as was instructed -- thankful for any excuse to abandon his nargle search within the inner findings of a trolls nostril. He moved out into the corridor, following the noise... admittedly a bit scared.