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As you approach Professor Bunbury's Office, you notice a little square of parchment abruptly ripped out of some sort of publication and permanently stuck to the wall by her door.
If that doesn't scare you off and should you still wish to speak to the Herbology professor outside of class, her office is one logical place to find her. But since the tragic flooding, near-loss of her precious shoe closet and dramatic catnapping of her pet last term, Bunbury has become more cautious of who she allows into her personal space.
Knock on the door to Bunz's office, announce your presence and reason for coming, and she'll decide if she wishes to speak you and when. There's a bright pinkloveseat - large enough to seat three - for you to sit and wait patiently.
Oh, and do check your appearance for any mud/wrinkles/filth/etc. in the odd, gold mirror opposite the door before entering. You know how the Bunzinator is about filthy little children like yourself.
OOC NOTE: Before posting in the office, you must post here and be told to enter, otherwise your post will be deleted. This should keep the RP moving faster and make it easier for me to manage the office.
Jason walks into the waiting area. He has a wrapped present in his hand. This will really help Professor Bunbury's garden, he thinks to himself. She is a good teacher and I hope she likes it.
Jason puts the gift down
Then he leaves this poem which he has written on pink paper which matches the gift -
Quote:
I looked high and I looked low
What I found doesn't glow
But here it is with a nice bow
I could have made a song that I sung
But I found you some moon-calf dung
Professor Bunbury, here's hoping this is something you like
And after getting this I'm going to take a hike.
Jason checked to make sure the package was okay and then walked away.
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Originally Posted by Touz or Treat
Plymouth hopped up at first sight of Professor Bunbury. His winning and charming smile turned on automatically. "Absolutely, yes and MA'AM. Put me to work. I literally have nothing else to do." Plymouth eased towards Professor Bunz after a GLANCE at Jack. Hmmm.
A smile, a good smile. Right, Bunbury could always count on using Plymouth to achieve her goals. Er. For now.
"Oh yes, I can give you a job, Plymouth," she smirked and held out Jack's pot of mooncalf dung toward the boy. "Here. Hold this for starters."
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Originally Posted by unicornkeeper07
A great spectacled owl came swooping by, dropping a note a Professor Bunbury's pretty shoes. Inside was a scribbled note on pink parchment:
She almost dropped the pot when a sudden OWL came SWOOPING IN to her waiting area, like it was nobody's business. GEEZ. What the hell was WRONG with THIS SCHOOL? OWLS. INDOORS.
The redhead snatched the letter off her shoes, hoping they hadn't been contaminated by a potentially filthy bird, and quickly scanned the note. She let out a loud snort after reading it though...how did dung relate to homework?.... before noticing yet another Gryffindor sneaking away.
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Originally Posted by Jason Potter Weasley
Jason walks into the waiting area. He has a wrapped present in his hand. This will really help Professor Bunbury's garden, he thinks to himself. She is a good teacher and I hope she likes it.
Jason puts the gift down
Then he leaves this poem which he has written on pink paper which matches the gift -
Jason checked to make sure the package was okay and then walked away.
"Take a hike is right!" she shouted at the retreating back of the unidentified student. So he too thought a package moon-calf dung - for that's what she was assuming was inside - was an appropriate gift? He thought it might be 'something' she'd LIKE??!
Bunz picked up this package and shoved it into Plymouth's arms too.
"Here's your job, Mr. Morgan," she patted the boy's shoulder since his arms were somewhat full by now. "I left Prefect Chris Potter out in the greenhouses with some mandrakes.... but... I have business in my office currently." Assuming she would be able to get into it and then GO.
"Could you take this dung out there and then help Chris re-pot the two or three largest mandrakes? You'll see them - there should only be three or four at the most that need repotting." She smirked sweetly and tiptoed her hand up to pat his head. Children.... liked head-pats, right? They were like candy?
"Anyway, do that for me would you dear? Tell him I've been held up in the greenhouse and it would be best not to wait around. Thank you." She might have fluttered her eyelashes a little to get the boy going. Bunz didn't want people to KNOW she couldn't exactly get into her office.
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Destiny stood in the waiting room. She really didn't want to do this, but she had no choice. She re-read the short poem that was attatched to the jar a couple times.
SPOILER!!:
I picked this for you,
A jar of moon calf poo.
I hope you like it so,
I even wrapped it in a pretty bow.
-Destiny Shepard
'It's not getting any better.. she thought as she read it one final time. Leaving the jar on the ground (hopefully she sees it and doesn't step on it), she knocked three times, and then made a run for it.
Last edited by BanaBatGirl; 10-30-2009 at 04:29 PM.
Reason: adding spoiler tags to avoid stretchiness xD
Place down naiice piece of mooncalf shiiney poo to make sure Bunbury see's it. We wouldn't want her to miss her lovely gift now, would we?
Tip up jar...now its just poo on a carpet. Now she has to TOUCH it. Mwahahaha.
Scribble note, scribble note.
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To you, lovely professor,
Here is a present, for you're gross lovely plants.
It's shiiney! You might laiike it. It can double up as a mirror, so that you can do your hair and such.
It's POO!! HURRAH!!
AND because I LOVE you so much and i know you will love the gesture, i am about to send a little note to all of the ghosts so they can come and look at it with you!
Yay!!
You can have a Ghosty Poo Party!!
You are very welcome, in advance : )
Lucille Beambrook
That would do. Bunbury would Laiike that, her being the evil leg locker lovely lady teacher that she was.
Creepy Creep back through the waiting room.
Sneaky sneak back through the door.
Fresh air.
RUNNNN!
ooc. i love you really
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I'll be home in a day. I fear that's a month too late. ♥♥♥
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Okay, she coulda just walked in, ditched the present and then done a runner. But presuming Bunbury would freak about the poo, moon calf dung really, Tammy presumed staying around and waiting for her, with her extra gift of SHOES! would help. And then maybe keep the professor happy.
Taking a seat holding her pink jar of shiny poo and then a box containing the pretty Marc Jacob's shoes
SPOILER!!: links are being mean. . .
and then clutching at the paper which held her real suckish poem. REAL SUCKISH.
Quote:
Professor,
This poo,
is so not you,
and well . . It's something I had to do,
so to make it easier;
I got you a shoe -
box-
containing a pair of shoes.
P.S I suck at Poems, enjoy the shoes. Not so much the poo.
Tammy Wood.
And then she started to look around, feeling a bit like she should be running away. But the shoes, well anyone would want them right?
A smile, a good smile. Right, Bunbury could always count on using Plymouth to achieve her goals. Er. For now.
"Oh yes, I can give you a job, Plymouth," she smirked and held out Jack's pot of mooncalf dung toward the boy. "Here. Hold this for starters."
She almost dropped the pot when a sudden OWL came SWOOPING IN to her waiting area, like it was nobody's business. GEEZ. What the hell was WRONG with THIS SCHOOL? OWLS. INDOORS.
The redhead snatched the letter off her shoes, hoping they hadn't been contaminated by a potentially filthy bird, and quickly scanned the note. She let out a loud snort after reading it though...how did dung relate to homework?.... before noticing yet another Gryffindor sneaking away.
"Take a hike is right!" she shouted at the retreating back of the unidentified student. So he too thought a package moon-calf dung - for that's what she was assuming was inside - was an appropriate gift? He thought it might be 'something' she'd LIKE??!
Bunz picked up this package and shoved it into Plymouth's arms too.
"Here's your job, Mr. Morgan," she patted the boy's shoulder since his arms were somewhat full by now. "I left Prefect Chris Potter out in the greenhouses with some mandrakes.... but... I have business in my office currently." Assuming she would be able to get into it and then GO.
"Could you take this dung out there and then help Chris re-pot the two or three largest mandrakes? You'll see them - there should only be three or four at the most that need repotting." She smirked sweetly and tiptoed her hand up to pat his head. Children.... liked head-pats, right? They were like candy?
"Anyway, do that for me would you dear? Tell him I've been held up in the greenhouse and it would be best not to wait around. Thank you." She might have fluttered her eyelashes a little to get the boy going. Bunz didn't want people to KNOW she couldn't exactly get into her office.
It was entirely possible that as long as Professor Bunbury kept batting her eyelashes at him and petting him that Plymouth Morgan would do whatever she asked him to.
Including carrying around her... poop.
"Sure, Professor." Plymouth hefted his armful of dung. He sent her a winning sort of look, "but I'll be back after we get done. I need to talk to you."
Abby walks over to Professor Bunbury's office. She notices the professor isn't in her office. That's a good thing. It makes it easier for me to run for it if necessary. Why am I so afraid of this woman. She's just a professor. A professor that grows plants that can crush me like toothpick. I guess that's a good reason to have a healthy fear of the woman. Abby as a Mason Jar full of Mooncalf Dung with a pretty pretty pink bow on top. Abby Loves the way the Mooncalf Dunk shimmers inside the jar. She has attached theparchment with a pink ribbon
Quote:
Magical Plants are Beautiful
When They Grow Up Healthy and Strong
Bouncing Bulbs, Devil’s Snare, Fanged Geraniums,
Flitterblooms, Flutterby Bushes, Honking Daffodils,
Mandrakes, and Puffapods Need Tender Loving Care
Which You Give Them Each and Every Day
I Bring to You Today a Small Gift
I Hope You Can Use All the Time
Mooncalf Dung Collected Under a Moon so Full
We Could Hear the Werewolves Howl and Yell
The Dung Was Collected After the Mooncalves Had Danced
And Pranced the Night Away
I Collected This Dung With Tender Loving Care
During Our Latest Care of Magic Creatures Soiree
So Your Plants Can Enjoy This Magical Fare
The Mooncalf Dung Will Help Them Grow Big and Strong
The Devil’s Snare and Flutterblooms Will Sing Along
Professor Morgan Gave Us This Task
To Bring You These Mason Jars
With Pink Decorations Galore
She also Sends You Salutations and More
And Hopes You Will Enjoy Her Little Morsels
And Want More
The Mooncalf Are Now Back in Their Burrows
The Students Are All in A Hurry
They Must Finish This Task Before the Witching Hour Chimes
This Jar Is Just One of Many
That You Will Find in A Hurry
The Other Students Will Bring Their Jars
Before the Deadline Don’t Worry
Have Fun Spreading the Dung
May You Plants Live Long and Prosper
Happy Planting Professor Bunbury
Abby Wright
Abby waits for Plymouth to leave before she approaches Professor Bunbury. I don' know why, but I always get this feeling of dread everytime I'm near Bunbury. I wonder if it has anything to do with her plants. Wouldn't you be afraid of a professor who has a plant that can crush you like a tooth pick? Abby slowly walks over to the professor. "Professor Bunbury, could I have a word with you?"
To tell the truth, the fourth year did not dread Professor Bunbury the way a lot of people he knew did, and he had little reason to be, say, scared of her. Reason to be scared - VERY scared - of what she could do when she WANTED to, yes, but reason to be scared of her as a person? Not at all.
Which did not, of course, negate the fact that his hands were sweaty.
Still, this was homework, and Fyo could not possibly back from that. The fourteen-year old shook his head as he made his way towards the waiting area, and then half-turned to look at Torin. "Do you think she'll mind?" he asked his best friend, a little concerned. "I don't like it when she's angry - it's sort of..." Scary? Well, yes, but Fyo wasn't going to say that. For all he knew, she might have secret, invisible EARSez fixed in the door, which would hear [not to mention tell on] him, and then she would EAT him. With lots of ketchup. Maybe even grated cheese.
Okay, so now he was freaking out. A bit too much. He LIKED Professor Bunbury, he really did. He just didn't.... Like the prospect of giving her mooncalf dung. Eep, eepp, HELPP!
LOLOLOL LOVE YOU ALL TOO. Geee whiz. Presents presents presents. xD
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Quote:
Originally Posted by destinyjazzhands
Destiny stood in the waiting room. She really didn't want to do this, but she had no choice. She re-read the short poem that was attatched to the jar a couple times.
SPOILER!!:
I picked this for you,
A jar of moon calf poo.
I hope you like it so,
I even wrapped it in a pretty bow.
-Destiny Shepard
'It's not getting any better.. she thought as she read it one final time. Leaving the jar on the ground (hopefully she sees it and doesn't step on it), she knocked three times, and then made a run for it.
Ohhhhkaaaaaaay so Bunbury was standing RIGHT THERE in front of her office door and yet people still thought it was prudent to run up, drop a jar off, and run off? WHAT was GOING ON?!?!
It wasn't like she had a wand so she could attack all the dung leavers. "Yeah THANKS," the professor sarcastically shouted after the Slytherin, picking up her jar of crap and rolling her eyes at the poem.
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Originally Posted by firenjen
Sneaky Sneak..
Sneaky sneaky sneaky sneak..
Stealthyness..........
Tip toe Tip toe Tip Toe!
Crash into table..
Vase crash to floor..
D'oh!!
Run away Run Away!!
No! Stay...Deliver naiiice smelly present.
Brush broken vase under carpet...
Alllllll Better
Run to door...
Place down naiice piece of mooncalf shiiney poo to make sure Bunbury see's it. We wouldn't want her to miss her lovely gift now, would we?
Tip up jar...now its just poo on a carpet. Now she has to TOUCH it. Mwahahaha.
Scribble note, scribble note.
That would do. Bunbury would Laiike that, her being the evil leg locker lovely lady teacher that she was.
Creepy Creep back through the waiting room.
Sneaky sneak back through the door.
Fresh air.
RUNNNN!
ooc. i love you really
OOC: love you too? xD y'all are riddikulus. bwaha.
Bunbury actually snorted as she turned around and noticed that SOMEONE had left a jar while her back was turned. MERLIN. She stacked this one on top of the Slytherin's jar and glared at the note Lucy had left. Yeah. FANfreakingTASTIC. Ghosts were going to come. THEY HAD BETTER NOT.
Bunz was so getting out of here as soon as she dropped these jars off in the greenhouse.
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Originally Posted by midget ♥
Okay, she coulda just walked in, ditched the present and then done a runner. But presuming Bunbury would freak about the poo, moon calf dung really, Tammy presumed staying around and waiting for her, with her extra gift of SHOES! would help. And then maybe keep the professor happy.
Taking a seat holding her pink jar of shiny poo and then a box containing the pretty Marc Jacob's shoes
SPOILER!!: links are being mean. . .
and then clutching at the paper which held her real suckish poem. REAL SUCKISH.
And then she started to look around, feeling a bit like she should be running away. But the shoes, well anyone would want them right?
"Can I help you, Prefect Wood?" Bunbury called out as he noticed the Hufflepuff approaching with a box and... and please Merlin, please tell me that is NOT another damn jar of dung!
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Originally Posted by Touz or Treat
It was entirely possible that as long as Professor Bunbury kept batting her eyelashes at him and petting him that Plymouth Morgan would do whatever she asked him to.
Including carrying around her... poop.
"Sure, Professor." Plymouth hefted his armful of dung. He sent her a winning sort of look, "but I'll be back after we get done. I need to talk to you."
Plymouth hovered... grinned... "hehe"
Then he left for the greenhouses.
"All right, Plymouth, I appreciate it," the redhead sighed as he walked off. She should have sent these two or three or however many other jars with him though. Save her a trip.
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Originally Posted by Mrs. Weasley
Abby walks over to Professor Bunbury's office. She notices the professor isn't in her office. That's a good thing. It makes it easier for me to run for it if necessary. Why am I so afraid of this woman. She's just a professor. A professor that grows plants that can crush me like toothpick. I guess that's a good reason to have a healthy fear of the woman. Abby as a Mason Jar full of Mooncalf Dung with a pretty pretty pink bow on top. Abby Loves the way the Mooncalf Dunk shimmers inside the jar. She has attached parchmentswith a pink ribbon.
Abby waits for Plymouth to leave before she approaches Professor Bunbury. I don' know why, but I always get this feeling of dread everytime I'm near Bunbury. I wonder if it has anything to do with her plants. Wouldn't you be afraid of a professor who has a plant that can crush you like a tooth pick? Abby slowly walks over to the professor. "Professor Bunbury, could I have a word with you?"
"Oh lovely, thank you, another jar of poop. What else do you want?" Bunz can't resist grumbling a little at the sight of Abigail Wright. Why were the students even bothering to decorate the junk? IT WAS POO! And where had they all gotten it from???!
OOC FOR THE RECORD: Hi. Bunz is not in her office right now because she can't get into it. So she IS standing RIGHT HERE outside it in the waiting are, watching you all.... leave your jars of poo and then flee. xD If you want to do that, go ahead, just drop it off and run, but remember: she's standing right here watching you.
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Reason: fixing quote.
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Carrying a pot in one hand and a box in the other Torin rolled his eyes at Fyo. "Relax, dude. She's not going to eat you." And with that he left his best friend behind and walked over to the Professor.
Poor woman. She was probably frustrated by everyone giving her animal crap. But he needed the Points...
"Professor, I have something for you." He gave her a weak smile.
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Originally Posted by SenoritaMaxie
Fyodor Balouch's hands were sweaty.
To tell the truth, the fourth year did not dread Professor Bunbury the way a lot of people he knew did, and he had little reason to be, say, scared of her. Reason to be scared - VERY scared - of what she could do when she WANTED to, yes, but reason to be scared of her as a person? Not at all.
Which did not, of course, negate the fact that his hands were sweaty.
Still, this was homework, and Fyo could not possibly back from that. The fourteen-year old shook his head as he made his way towards the waiting area, and then half-turned to look at Torin. "Do you think she'll mind?" he asked his best friend, a little concerned. "I don't like it when she's angry - it's sort of..." Scary? Well, yes, but Fyo wasn't going to say that. For all he knew, she might have secret, invisible EARSez fixed in the door, which would hear [not to mention tell on] him, and then she would EAT him. With lots of ketchup. Maybe even grated cheese.
Okay, so now he was freaking out. A bit too much. He LIKED Professor Bunbury, he really did. He just didn't.... Like the prospect of giving her mooncalf dung. Eep, eepp, HELPP!
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Originally Posted by Whitterz
Carrying a pot in one hand and a box in the other Torin rolled his eyes at Fyo. "Relax, dude. She's not going to eat you." And with that he left his best friend behind and walked over to the Professor.
Poor woman. She was probably frustrated by everyone giving her animal crap. But he needed the Points...
"Professor, I have something for you." He gave her a weak smile.
Pinching the bridge of her nose and inhaling - whilst trying to avoid the stench of DUNG permeating her office area - Bunbury nodded at Torin and Fyo.
"Greetings, boys. Please tell me it's not more mooncalf dung. Please."
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Carrying a pot in one hand and a box in the other Torin rolled his eyes at Fyo. "Relax, dude. She's not going to eat you." And with that he left his best friend behind and walked over to the Professor.
Poor woman. She was probably frustrated by everyone giving her animal crap. But he needed the Points...
"Professor, I have something for you." He gave her a weak smile.
"She had better not," Fyo said, with a shake of his head. "Nova will miss me, I'm the only one she can really play with."
Okay, so that was a lie.
He followed Torin, and stepped up to Professor Bunbury. "Me too, Professor," he said, with a feeble sorta smile. Fact was, no matter how much he wrapped it up, his gift was mooncalf DUNG, and mooncalf dung it would remain, no questions about that.
"Professor Morgan assigned us this," he went on, this time more normally, and his tones were now his usual, polite ones. "We collected mooncalf dung in her class, the other night, and she thought you might appreciate some, since it helps plants grow."
With these words, he held out a PrettyPink basket he had bought recently. Inside it were two mason jars, full of mooncalf dung and placed atop a stack of fake, very dark-green grass and fresh, pink flowers. Lying next to the jars was an additional gift, a sweet-smelling bouquet and, peeking out from between all these, an aurum parchment that read, in bold, Gryffindor-red letters:
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You know your subject well,
You know your pink high heels,
I bet you can in one glance tell,
How a leaflet feels.
You know each pretty plant,
Or the most vicious of vines,
You know their ways, their habitats,
You can read their signs.
In class, you often tell,
Plants love some love, good care,
I bring a little bit of both, SO THERE!
My hard work as their share.
HavefunwiththePink, Professor. ♥
Now, if only Professor Bunbury wouldn't eat him for lunch. With lots of ketchup and grated cheese, EEK!
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He waited for Fyo to give her her present before he went to give his.
"Sorry, Professor," he said as he handed her the pot of dung. "I didn't want to give you any 'cause it's not respectful to you, but I also want to get Points for Hufflepuff." He gave her a guilty look, still holding the other box in his hands.
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Quote:
Originally Posted by SenoritaMaxie
"She had better not," Fyo said, with a shake of his head. "Nova will miss me, I'm the only one she can really play with."
Okay, so that was a lie.
He followed Torin, and stepped up to Professor Bunbury. "Me too, Professor," he said, with a feeble sorta smile. Fact was, no matter how much he wrapped it up, his gift was mooncalf DUNG, and mooncalf dung it would remain, no questions about that.
"Professor Morgan assigned us this," he went on, this time more normally, and his tones were now his usual, polite ones. "We collected mooncalf dung in her class, the other night, and she thought you might appreciate some, since it helps plants grow."
With these words, he held out a PrettyPink basket he had bought recently. Inside it were two mason jars, full of mooncalf dung and placed atop a stack of fake, very dark-green grass and fresh, pink flowers. Lying next to the jars was an additional gift, a sweet-smelling bouquet and, peeking out from between all these, an aurum parchment that read, in bold, Gryffindor-red letters:
Now, if only Professor Bunbury wouldn't eat him for lunch. With lots of ketchup and grated cheese, EEK!
Quote:
Originally Posted by Whitterz
He waited for Fyo to give her her present before he went to give his.
"Sorry, Professor," he said as he handed her the pot of dung. "I didn't want to give you any 'cause it's not respectful to you, but I also want to get Points for Hufflepuff." He gave her a guilty look, still holding the other box in his hands.
"So it was Professor Morgan, was it," Bunbury mused in a dark tone, not really comprehending what he meant by that. She carefully took the basket from Fyo and sighed at the sight of the dung... made only slightly better by the flowers and the poem. It was thoughtful gesture, it really was. She tucked Torin's jar into the basket as well and finished reading the poem with a brief smile that disappeared quickly.
Wouldn't want the boys to know that she actually... appreciated it or anything... ole Bunz couldn't go soft now.
"Wait.... wait points?" Bunbury looked up from playing with the flowers and stared from Torin to Fyo and back to Torin. Now she was getting it. "Yes I always thought dung would be collected if she were to teach on mooncalves.... but what's this about points? Is this a HOMEWORK assignment, boys?!"
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"So it was Professor Morgan, was it," Bunbury mused in a dark tone, not really comprehending what he meant by that. She carefully took the basket from Fyo and sighed at the sight of the dung... made only slightly better by the flowers and the poem. It was thoughtful gesture, it really was. She tucked Torin's jar into the basket as well and finished reading the poem with a brief smile that disappeared quickly.
Wouldn't want the boys to know that she actually... appreciated it or anything... ole Bunz couldn't go soft now.
"Wait.... wait points?" Bunbury looked up from playing with the flowers and stared from Torin to Fyo and back to Torin. Now she was getting it. "Yes I always thought dung would be collected if she were to teach on mooncalves.... but what's this about points? Is this a HOMEWORK assignment, boys?!"
Fyo watched, a little apprehensively, and was glad that Professor Bunbury made no sudden movements that implied she was going to EAT him did not seem displeased. She was even a little... good.
Then she spoke, and Fyo bit his lip. THAT TORIN! He had landed the two of them into trouble, now. Bad Torinkitty. BAAAD! "It was more of an... assignment, Professor," he said quickly, hoping he could cover things up before Torin spilled some more. "It took us quite a while to collect the dung, and Professor Morgan thought you would appreciate it if she had some sent over to you because, of course, you work with plants, and mooncalf dung is really good for them, makes their growth so much better and..."
He trailed off, eyes on his feet. The Shy!Shell had attacked again, and his hands felt like jelly. His legs too, for that matter.
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Not feeling in the least bit awkward, he nodded at her. "It's like he said, Professor. And I didn't want to do it at all 'cause as I said it wouldn't be respecting you as a Professor or as a person." Even if she had needed the stuff it was just rude to throw it upon her. It was always best for her to ask or to make an offer.
And then he remembered the other thing that he was here for. "I also got you a birthday present 'cause I remembered that your birthday is in January." He held out the box to her. "So happy belated birthday."
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Quote:
Originally Posted by SenoritaMaxie
Fyo watched, a little apprehensively, and was glad that Professor Bunbury made no sudden movements that implied she was going to EAT him did not seem displeased. She was even a little... good.
Then she spoke, and Fyo bit his lip. THAT TORIN! He had landed the two of them into trouble, now. Bad Torinkitty. BAAAD! "It was more of an... assignment, Professor," he said quickly, hoping he could cover things up before Torin spilled some more. "It took us quite a while to collect the dung, and Professor Morgan thought you would appreciate it if she had some sent over to you because, of course, you work with plants, and mooncalf dung is really good for them, makes their growth so much better and..."
He trailed off, eyes on his feet. The Shy!Shell had attacked again, and his hands felt like jelly. His legs too, for that matter.
"Mhmmm......." Bunbury grunted through tight lips drawn into a stern, hard line. "I'm sure that's precisely what Iliana Morgan was thinking when she decided to send the entire student population of Hogwarts to my doorstep with jars upon jars upon jars of poo."
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Originally Posted by Whitterz
Not feeling in the least bit awkward, he nodded at her. "It's like he said, Professor. And I didn't want to do it at all 'cause as I said it wouldn't be respecting you as a Professor or as a person." Even if she had needed the stuff it was just rude to throw it upon her. It was always best for her to ask or to make an offer.
And then he remembered the other thing that he was here for. "I also got you a birthday present 'cause I remembered that your birthday is in January." He held out the box to her. "So happy belated birthday."
She was much more inclined to agree with Torin's thinking. "Thank you, Torin dear, it is rather disrespectful to be given jars of dung... it just makes a disgusting comparison, I'm sure you understand.... regardless of how dressed-up the poo appears."
An idea was starting to form in Bunbury's diabolical brain as she accepted the box from Torin and peeked inside distractedly. "Louboutins?! Thank you.... you didn't.... you didn't have to remember my birthday," she squeaked quietly. Louboutins were here second favorite brand really. How had he known...?
Tucking the shoes under one arm and adjusting the basket to rest on her other hip, Bunz returned to the topic of the homework assignment from hell. "So wait, what were the details of this task you were given? You had to bring the jars of poo to me? How much is it worth, boys?"
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"Mhmmm......." Bunbury grunted through tight lips drawn into a stern, hard line. "I'm sure that's precisely what Iliana Morgan was thinking when she decided to send the entire student population of Hogwarts to my doorstep with jars upon jars upon jars of poo."
"It could be a gesture of goodwill, professor," Fyo ventured. Professor Morgan was quite a nice professor, and there was no need for Professor Bunbury to take this the wrong way, there really wasn't.
Okay, so maybe there was. Dung was DUNG!
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Tucking the shoes under one arm and adjusting the basket to rest on her other hip, Bunz returned to the topic of the homework assignment from hell. "So wait, what were the details of this task you were given? You had to bring the jars of poo to me? How much is it worth, boys?"
Arggh, this was all Torin's fault. "I don't know, professor," Fyo replied truthfully, when asked how many points the homework was worth. "But, unlike Torin -" and here he threw his friend a look - "I'm not doing it for the points." Which was not a lie AT ALL. He had done it because Professor Morgan had asked and, if truth be told, he really had believed Professor Bunbury would not be angry, once she got to know the little... thing, was mooncalf dung, something she could put to good use.
"I'm really sorry if it offended you, professor," he said finally. He had WORKED on that gift - not to mention that that basket had COST [the cost of the flowers, Fyo did not care about, because those had been a gift of his own. They were pretty and they smelled sweet, and he had thought they might make things more bearable. Besides, he liked Professor Bunbury] - so, naturally, Fyo was a little disappointed [but not surprised!] at her reaction. He had expected this, but that didn't make things easier.
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He watched as she opened the box and took out the shoes. "I hope you like them, Professor. I thought you could use a nice gift." Poor woman getting all these lame gifts of dung. And then there was that downish mood she had been in before. He wanted to make her feel better.
But moving on..
He had no problem telling her what she wanted to know. "She said we were to deliver it to you and that we would get extra credit for decorating the gift and attaching a poem. The poem has to be about why you deserve poo." Obviously he didn't write the poem. "And it's worth 10 Points plus the bonus. Which I won't get but I don't care."
He watched as she opened the box and took out the shoes. "I hope you like them, Professor. I thought you could use a nice gift." Poor woman getting all these lame gifts of dung. And then there was that downish mood she had been in before. He wanted to make her feel better.
But moving on..
He had no problem telling her what she wanted to know. "She said we were to deliver it to you and that we would get extra credit for decorating the gift and attaching a poem. The poem has to be about why you deserve poo." Obviously he didn't write the poem. "And it's worth 10 Points plus the bonus. Which I won't get but I don't care."
Fyo raised an eyebrow. This was evil of Torin, very evil. Next time, the Gryffindor decided quietly, he would not - not EVER - have Torin by his side when he set out to complete a homework assignment.
Not to mention the basket Fyo had bought was PRETTY. Okay, so he had bought it for the extra credit, but the flowers? THOSE had been for Professor Bunbury, not for extra credit. Only, now Professor Bunbury would think they had been for the credit, too. Such a sorry state of affairs.
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"It could be a gesture of goodwill, professor," Fyo ventured. Professor Morgan was quite a nice professor, and there was no need for Professor Bunbury to take this the wrong way, there really wasn't.
Okay, so maybe there was. Dung was DUNG!
Arggh, this was all Torin's fault. "I don't know, professor," Fyo replied truthfully, when asked how many points the homework was worth. "But, unlike Torin -" and here he threw his friend a look - "I'm not doing it for the points." Which was not a lie AT ALL. He had done it because Professor Morgan had asked and, if truth be told, he really had believed Professor Bunbury would not be angry, once she got to know the little... thing, was mooncalf dung, something she could put to good use.
"I'm really sorry if it offended you, professor," he said finally. He had WORKED on that gift - not to mention that that basket had COST [the cost of the flowers, Fyo did not care about, because those had been a gift of his own. They were pretty and they smelled sweet, and he had thought they might make things more bearable. Besides, he liked Professor Bunbury] - so, naturally, Fyo was a little disappointed [but not surprised!] at her reaction. He had expected this, but that didn't make things easier.
Worse, if truth be told. Much worse.
"Oh I know it isn't. I know it isn't."
Bunbury's blue eyes flashed with some sort of hidden anger for a moment but she maintained her cool composure. "You didn't offend me, Fyo. The flowers are really nice, actually, and all the pink.... it's just the dung. Don't worry yourself about it." Sigh, no. It was up to the Bunzinator to take care of the dung.
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He watched as she opened the box and took out the shoes. "I hope you like them, Professor. I thought you could use a nice gift." Poor woman getting all these lame gifts of dung. And then there was that downish mood she had been in before. He wanted to make her feel better.
But moving on..
He had no problem telling her what she wanted to know. "She said we were to deliver it to you and that we would get extra credit for decorating the gift and attaching a poem. The poem has to be about why you deserve poo." Obviously he didn't write the poem. "And it's worth 10 Points plus the bonus. Which I won't get but I don't care."
"I do like them, I do." Aww. AWW. What was this. Anastasia R. Bunbury did not just aww in her head. She didn't.
"So.... so the poems... all the poems... are supposed to be about why I deserve poo?" Bunz might have just said that in a very hurt tone. "And look at the turnout so far...."
Sigh. She sighed very long and loud this time with a furrowed brow and all.
"I need to go speak to your professor," she muttered to herself, looking down at the basket. "And I would put these lovely flowers in my office but I can't get in just now." Just another frustration to add to The List.
"May I ask you boys a favor?" Bunbury looked back up and tried to smile slightly at them. "You are two of my better students..."
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He cut in front of Fyo. "Of course, Professor. What can we do for you?" He wasn't feeling any guilt even with the look on Fyo's face. And she liked the shoes so that made him happy too. 'cause he wasn't really happy in general at the moment.
Bunbury's blue eyes flashed with some sort of hidden anger for a moment but she maintained her cool composure. "You didn't offend me, Fyo. The flowers are really nice, actually, and all the pink.... it's just the dung. Don't worry yourself about it." Sigh, no. It was up to the Bunzinator to take care of the dung.
Fyo looked at his feet. He hated it when Professor Bunbury was mad. It was sort of... well, scary!bad. "I'm sorry," he said again. "If you ever want to use the dung, I could always spread it on the plants for you."
He didn't care about getting a little dirty - he had been the first to start collecting the dung, back in their Care of Magical Creatures lesson, too. Besides, there were the dragonhide gloves.
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"So.... so the poems... all the poems... are supposed to be about why I deserve poo?" Bunz might have just said that in a very hurt tone. "And look at the turnout so far...."
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"May I ask you boys a favor?" Bunbury looked back up and tried to smile slightly at them. "You are two of my better students..."
"For your plants?" Fyo suggested, very quietly, and then he let any other words he might have wanted to speak, die on his lips. "Yes, professor," he said, when she asked them for a favour. "Anything."
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He cut in front of Fyo. "Of course, Professor. What can we do for you?" He wasn't feeling any guilt even with the look on Fyo's face. And she liked the shoes so that made him happy too. 'cause he wasn't really happy in general at the moment.
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Fyo looked at his feet. He hated it when Professor Bunbury was mad. It was sort of... well, scary!bad. "I'm sorry," he said again. "If you ever want to use the dung, I could always spread it on the plants for you."
He didn't care about getting a little dirty - he had been the first to start collecting the dung, back in their Care of Magical Creatures lesson, too. Besides, there were the dragonhide gloves.
"For your plants?" Fyo suggested, very quietly, and then he let any other words he might have wanted to speak, die on his lips. "Yes, professor," he said, when she asked them for a favour. "Anything."
He wasn't going to speak to Torin again.
Not ever.
Oh excellent. More boys to do Bunz's bidding. Exxxxxcellent.
Resisting the urge to do her usual smirkity smirk instead of smiling sweetly like she currently was, Bunbury nodded at Fyo. "That's actually what I'd like to ask of you. Perhaps... well... I have some very important business to take care of," like speaking to Professor Morgan, for one, "and I did leave Plymouth Morgan and Prefect Chris Potter out in greenhouse three with some mandrakes...."
Was that wise? A young prefect and an older tree hugger? Neither were perfectly trustworthy, were they? Hmm.
"But as I was saying, I need someone to ah... kind of collect the dung and add it to the small pile already in the greenhouses. Someone to direct the people I'm assuming will continue bringing poo out here for their assignment." Bunbury's grip tensed on the basket she was still holding. "I was hoping you two would be up to the task? I promise to make it worth your while."
Yes, Bunbury would bribe students with points. "Double whatever Morgan's giving out, I mean, if you just direct the jars of poo to the greenhouse and collect the poems for me. I'd like to see them." She smirked sweetly again. "Can you do that for me, Fyo? Torin? Pretty please?"
She must have really wanted to get away from her office if she added pretty to the plea.
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He listened to her offer and brushed her offer of bribery aside. "I'll gladly help you, Professor. I love to help." He also loved being in the garden. And if Fyo didn't want to join him... well.. whatever.
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