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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.
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.
Fyo's eyes widened - someone to direct the dung? Not that he was not up to the task, it was just that... she was trying to BUY him! Okay, so maybe buy was not the word, but who could say it wasn't a bribe?
Thing was, Fyo would have done it, even if she hadn't offered him the points. At least he would have been able to say a happy "yes, professor", then - now, he felt like he was doing it for the sake of THE BRIBE. "Sure, professor," he said, finally. She must be out of her mind today, she actually said PRETTY please. Which was a wow. A BIG wow. "Anything."
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OH MAN.
Looking up, from her own yellow heels Tammy smiled awquardly and held out the pink pot. "I wouldn't usually professor Bunbury, but it's an assignment. So I sorta wanted the points, and well it might help the plants a bit. And er. " Shoving the poo pot a bit closer to Bunbury, she chuckle nervously.
"Happy sorta late. EH poo day maybe. BUT I has shoes for you too, so that makes poo day better right?" Because poo and shoes, well it didn't sound ince but the shoes were PURTYYY,
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.
As Lucille's robes whipped the corner of the waiting area, Lucille thought she heard a snort...
A human sounding snort....
OHDEARGOD SHE WAS IN THERE?!?!?
"You see Lucille," She muttered to herself as she walked away. "This is why we PAY ATTENTION TO OUR SURROUNDINGS."
Aaaaaaaaand NOW she was talking to herself.
Brilliant.
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"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???!
"Hhhhmmm..." Abby draws a blank. All she wanted to do was give Professor Bunbury the jar of Mooncalf dung. Now what? "I think that's about everything Professor ma'am. I hope you enjoy the poo." You idiot. You told Professor Bunbury to enjoy the poo. What do you think she's going to do with it? Take a dung bath. Why won't the ground open up and swallow me right now.
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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.
'Did I just hear a thanks?' Crud. That is why Destiny should never take her glasses off. She didn't know that was the professor. She looked like a student! Maybe she should tell her that..
Turning back around Destiny squinted towards the professor 'Umm, your welcome, professor?'
Okay, okay. Now run again before she remembers what you did to her devil's snare!
Nikki walked down to the Greenhouses, making her way towards Professor Bunbury's office. In her hand she held her Care of Magical Creatures project. Urgh, she still couldn't get the smell of Moon Calf poo out of her head, it just smelled so wrong, how did Professor Morgan deal with it? And what about that kid that had eaten it? Even more gross!
Oh look, there already a huge line of kids waiting to give her their poop. She thought as she arrived. Nikki took a place in the line, waiting paitently for her turn to apporch. Finally when it was her turn, Nikki put on a smile and held out the beautiful box. The envolpe attached cared her poem.
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Even though it's eww,
I picked this for you,
Inside is a jar of poo,
Did you know Moon Calfs don't moo?
Nicolette Finn
"Here's a present for you...if you can call it this." She said, handing the box over.
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Ohhhh.... time to give some poo to da Bunbunz!
Livvy hoped that the woman wasn't tired of getting all this poo as presents. If so, she hoped that she wasn't in a cannibalistic mood either. She thought of this as she made her way to the greenhouses and to where Professor Bunbury's waiting room was located. Spotting the woman already talking to a few students, she took a deep breath. Figured everyone would've already given her a gift.
Here goooooes...
The girl walked up, waiting in line and when it was turn (Oh how cute. They were taking turns.), she grinned up at the professor. "Hullo Professor Bunbury. I've got a gift for you... that you've probably already gotten a dozen of times today," Livvy said, smiling yet feeling slightly annoyed that they had to pick up Mooncalf poo, stuff it in a jar, and wrap it all up. IT STUNNNK.
"So here you go! I got some Potpourri for you too, in case you got tired and sick of all the smell. Though I have a feeling it won't be enough," she said, blinking slightly. Three buckets of Mooncalf poo on the train at the beginning of the term surely couldn't compare to the amount that Bunbury was getting!
ANYHOW... Livvy held out a basket that contained the jar for her, the envelope that contained her acrostic poem (hopefully that was allowed), and the jar of Potpourri.
SPOILER!!: Potpourri since linkie thing is being a bully
this feels like the gift line at an Italian wedding.... xD
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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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Fyo's eyes widened - someone to direct the dung? Not that he was not up to the task, it was just that... she was trying to BUY him! Okay, so maybe buy was not the word, but who could say it wasn't a bribe?
Thing was, Fyo would have done it, even if she hadn't offered him the points. At least he would have been able to say a happy "yes, professor", then - now, he felt like he was doing it for the sake of THE BRIBE. "Sure, professor," he said, finally. She must be out of her mind today, she actually said PRETTY please. Which was a wow. A BIG wow. "Anything."
He wanted his Shanster, now.
"Thank you, Torin and Fyo." Bunz nodded happily. "I'm just... going to deal with these few students here... and then you'll be able to look after any future arrivals of dung? And you'll drop it off in the greenhouses? LOVELY."
Now that that little.... deal was done... Anastasia turned her attention to the other students.
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OH MAN.
Looking up, from her own yellow heels Tammy smiled awquardly and held out the pink pot. "I wouldn't usually professor Bunbury, but it's an assignment. So I sorta wanted the points, and well it might help the plants a bit. And er. " Shoving the poo pot a bit closer to Bunbury, she chuckle nervously.
"Happy sorta late. EH poo day maybe. BUT I has shoes for you too, so that makes poo day better right?" Because poo and shoes, well it didn't sound ince but the shoes were PURTYYY,
"The shoes do make it all better, thank you Tammy," Bunz sighed but accepted the pot.... because she recognized that box. MARC JACOBS ZOMG.
And Annie promptly passed the jar of poo off to Torin and/or Fyo, whoever got it first.
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"Hhhhmmm..." Abby draws a blank. All she wanted to do was give Professor Bunbury the jar of Mooncalf dung. Now what? "I think that's about everything Professor ma'am. I hope you enjoy the poo." You idiot. You told Professor Bunbury to enjoy the poo. What do you think she's going to do with it? Take a dung bath. Why won't the ground open up and swallow me right now.
"Oh gee thanks, Abby, I will be SURE to enjoy the poo," the redheaded professor rolled her eyes. Seriously. Disgusting. She stuck the jar in the basket from Fyo, just adding to the collection.
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Nikki walked down to the Greenhouses, making her way towards Professor Bunbury's office. In her hand she held her Care of Magical Creatures project. Urgh, she still couldn't get the smell of Moon Calf poo out of her head, it just smelled so wrong, how did Professor Morgan deal with it? And what about that kid that had eaten it? Even more gross!
Oh look, there already a huge line of kids waiting to give her their poop. She thought as she arrived. Nikki took a place in the line, waiting paitently for her turn to apporch. Finally when it was her turn, Nikki put on a smile and held out the beautiful box. The envolpe attached cared her poem.
"Here's a present for you...if you can call it this." She said, handing the box over.
"Well thank you, that's actually rather attractive-looking..." Bunbury raised a brow but took the box nonetheless..... and passed it off to Torin.
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Ohhhh.... time to give some poo to da Bunbunz!
Livvy hoped that the woman wasn't tired of getting all this poo as presents. If so, she hoped that she wasn't in a cannibalistic mood either. She thought of this as she made her way to the greenhouses and to where Professor Bunbury's waiting room was located. Spotting the woman already talking to a few students, she took a deep breath. Figured everyone would've already given her a gift.
Here goooooes...
The girl walked up, waiting in line and when it was turn (Oh how cute. They were taking turns.), she grinned up at the professor. "Hullo Professor Bunbury. I've got a gift for you... that you've probably already gotten a dozen of times today," Livvy said, smiling yet feeling slightly annoyed that they had to pick up Mooncalf poo, stuff it in a jar, and wrap it all up. IT STUNNNK.
"So here you go! I got some Potpourri for you too, in case you got tired and sick of all the smell. Though I have a feeling it won't be enough," she said, blinking slightly. Three buckets of Mooncalf poo on the train at the beginning of the term surely couldn't compare to the amount that Bunbury was getting!
ANYHOW... Livvy held out a basket that contained the jar for her, the envelope that contained her acrostic poem (hopefully that was allowed), and the jar of Potpourri.
SPOILER!!: Potpourri since linkie thing is being a bully
There! Mission accomplished.
"Potpourri, good idea to counteract the stink," Bunz mentioned as she took the jars from Olivia. She suppressed a smirk at the silly - but true - poem and handed the jars to Fyo.
There now, they had a good collection going here..... but Anastasia should be leaving.... if only she had been able to get into her office! GRR! How was she supposed to get the baklava and some shoes and some clothes and Ethan's present out?
Never mind, Torin and Fyo would take care of it all. "Can you boys handle this for me, please, if anyone else comes along?"
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"Thank you, Torin and Fyo." Bunz nodded happily. "I'm just... going to deal with these few students here... and then you'll be able to look after any future arrivals of dung? And you'll drop it off in the greenhouses? LOVELY."
Now that that little.... deal was done... Anastasia turned her attention to the other students.
"The shoes do make it all better, thank you Tammy," Bunz sighed but accepted the pot.... because she recognized that box. MARC JACOBS ZOMG.
And Annie promptly passed the jar of poo off to Torin and/or Fyo, whoever got it first.
"Oh gee thanks, Abby, I will be SURE to enjoy the poo," the redheaded professor rolled her eyes. Seriously. Disgusting. She stuck the jar in the basket from Fyo, just adding to the collection.
"Well thank you, that's actually rather attractive-looking..." Bunbury raised a brow but took the box nonetheless..... and passed it off to Torin.
"Potpourri, good idea to counteract the stink," Bunz mentioned as she took the jars from Olivia. She suppressed a smirk at the silly - but true - poem and handed the jars to Fyo.
There now, they had a good collection going here..... but Anastasia should be leaving.... if only she had been able to get into her office! GRR! How was she supposed to get the baklava and some shoes and some clothes and Ethan's present out?
Never mind, Torin and Fyo would take care of it all. "Can you boys handle this for me, please, if anyone else comes along?"
He started juggling with the containers of dung as they were handed to him, making sure not to drop any of them on the floor. Especially not anywhere near her feet.
"Yes, Professor! Are there any other favors I can do for you before I head these out to the greenhouses?" he added really feeling that he couldn't hold onto these things for very long.
"Your welcome Professor Bunbury." Abby's no fool. She beats it out of there before Bunbury changes her mind and feeds her to her Devil's Snare or some other nasty plant.
Holding a medium-sized gift box covered in blue and orange stripes, with a fancy white ribbon, and a small gift tag which read "To Professor Bunbury", all of which carried the strong and heavy scent of several fruity perfumes, Lucy Dawn walked proudly toward Professor Bunbury's office, with a friendly grin on her face. She knew what was inside the box: A container full of Mooncalf dung as well as several delicious little chocolates around it. Beneath the container were two small pieces of parchment. The one on top wrote:
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Dear Professor Bunbury,
I must warn you that while I barely know you and therefore am eager to get to know you, this gift is not a sign of the opposite. In fact, this is simply an assignment for class, and I'm sure you'll have already received tons of gifts like these. Disgusting as it may be, I'd like to remind you, also, that the chocolates are indeed uncontaminated. However, if I were you, I wouldn't dare touch it. But if you believe that you would like to indulge...go on ahead. Otherwise, toss it out. Thank you for understand, professor.
Sincerely,
Lucy Dawn.
On the other parchment, there was a short poem:
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Professor Bunbury, a fine teacher
Though some may view her as a scary creature
Therefore, it may seem fit to give her this
It's a bottle of filth, it's pretty hard hard to miss
Perhaps her creature-like self might do well
To roll around in this substance carrying a horrid smell
Because after all, she's Professor Bunbury
Quick! Get out! HURRY!!
Sigh...this was such a weird assignment. Poor Professor Bunbury. Perhaps, it'd be better to just leave it at the door instead of face her and her reaction? Lucy really didn't feel the need to confront Bunbury, so, she knocked three times on the door and rushed on out of there before Bunbury could even open the door. Whew!! Hope she likes the chocolates...and the box. The box was pretty, no? Yes, it was. Very pretty.
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Tammy beamed and handed the show box over to Professor Bunbury, "Sorta Happy LATE Christmas too Professor. Enjoy them." She grinned, and headed out whistling to herself.
Michelle walked up to Professor Bunbury's door. She sat the mooncalf dung down first. She had decorated the pot.
She had also written a short poem that she attached.
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Here's a pot of poo
Especially for you
You make the gardens a beautiful place
Where people can relax and have some space
This is not meant to be rude
It's just a present from me to your plants for you.
Michelle Stefko
p.s. This really isn't meant to be rude. It's just an assignment, and your plants will love it!
Michelle knocked on the door so Professor Bunbury would find it and then left because she wasn't sure what her reaction would be.
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Peaking around the corner, Evelyn noticed a few people coming and going, leaving jars and boxes by the Professor's door. 'Great, she already has a huge load of 'gifts' already...she isn't going to be so happy to get another one.' she thought, staring down at her own box. She had ran up to the castle and to the common room quickly to grab a box she knew the professor would like and staring at the jar...she just couldn't do it! Even though she despised the professor, it just seemed wrong to do this. 'Professor Morgan has an evil mind...'
Shaking her head, she took out her wand and pointed it at the jar. She had to make it somehow presentable instead of like...this. Did the professor go to Hogwarts when she went to school? And if she did, what house was she in? Maybe she could change it to the house's colors, but she didn't know which house she was supposed to do...Shrugging , she thought of all the House's colors and flicked her wrist, opening her eyes to see her work. Perfect! The jar was totally amazing! Well Evelyn thought so...
Smirking, she tied the hastily scribbled little note that she wrote just now onto the jar and put the jar in the box. She had used her rose scented ink on the note, hoping that maybe it would block out some of the smell, but it barely did anything. 'Aw, well, it was worth a shot.' Peaking around the corner again, still noticing a few people there, she really didn't want to go over in case the Professor somehow magically appeared behind her and threw her to the devils snare again. In fact, the professor could do the RIGHT NOW!
Levitating the box, she maneuvered it so when she flicked her wrist towards the professor's door, it fell and slid across the floor, hitting the wall right next to the door. 'Good...job is done...now to get out of here!' RUNAWAY!!!
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Not exactly a gift,
though something quite useful,
for your passion and interest,
those plants that are so beautiful.
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There was no way she was signing her name on that...
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Never mind, Torin and Fyo would take care of it all. "Can you boys handle this for me, please, if anyone else comes along?"
"Yes, professor."
Because short was sweet and... risk-free, right?
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Lucy really didn't feel the need to confront Bunbury, so, she knocked three times on the door and rushed on out of there before Bunbury could even open the door. Whew!! Hope she likes the chocolates...and the box. The box was pretty, no? Yes, it was. Very pretty.
Ah, Lucy. Trust her to rush off like that... but then again, most people would, that Fyo knew. He shook his head once the girl had run off, then bent down and picked up the gift-box she had left behind.
More dung, he thought with a little sigh.
Poor Professor Bunbury!
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Michelle walked up to Professor Bunbury's door. She sat the mooncalf dung down first. She had decorated the pot.
She had also written a short poem that she attached. Michelle knocked on the door so Professor Bunbury would find it and then left because she wasn't sure what her reaction would be.
More girls? Fyo did not know this one, and he shook his head as he glanced at the pot she had left for their Herbology professor - it was, of course, pretty decorated. Then, tucking Lucy's gift-box under one arm, he picked the latest pot up. This isn't so bad, he thought to himself.
Which was... really good.
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Levitating the box, she maneuvered it so when she flicked her wrist towards the professor's door, it fell and slid across the floor, hitting the wall right next to the door. 'Good...job is done...now to get out of here!' RUNAWAY!!!
Flying dung, EEEPPP!
Fyo took a step backwards as a jar of dung floated through the air, then landed on to the floor. It hit the wall next to the door of Professor Bunbury's office with a little thuddd and, shaking his head, Fyo picked it up.
He was going to wait for a few more minutes, and then leave for the Greenhouses. That way, he could deposit the containers of dung in their proper place, and then come back for more.
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Jar of poo in hand, LouAnn Purple made her way to the office of one Mrs. Anastasia R. Bunbury. Truth be told, LouAnn was a little more than ready to get this poo out of her hands and into the professor's hands. In her opinion, the dung should have just stayed right there on the ground and then just...gone wherever dung on the ground ends up going. Instant fertilizer, hmm?
When she finally entered the waiting area, LouAnn did a double take at the number of people already present. Whoa. That's...a lot...of poo. LouAnn took a seat in a corner and began to decorate a little label she'd attached to the front of the jar. When she was done, she held the jar of poo up to the light and admired her handiwork.
SPOILER!!: The Label
So all that was left was a nifty little poem, and LouAnn could be on her way. Still sitting in the corner, LouAnn pulled a crumpled piece of parchment out her pocket and began to write a little poem for the professor.
SPOILER!!: The Poem
"Poo for You" By: LouAnn Lavender Purple
One day, when I am old and gray, have wrinkled skin, and can no longer see,
I will be able to sit back in my rocking chair and remember just what Hogwarts once meant to me.
My first memory was attending the Start-of-Term Feast, where two boys slung---all over us---gobs of poo.
We gathered that poo, each and every smidget of it, as a gift to someone special---you!
How ironic is it that today, on this...random day in February...I once again come to you with a jar of poo.
I think it's become sort of a tradition to bring these jars of fertilizer as gifts to you!
You know, in our world today, there are some people who enjoy diamonds, shoes, dresses, and rings...
But you, Professor Bunbury, oh great lover of poo, seem to not get gifted with those material things!
It is POO FOR YOU...always poo for you. For we know this is what you truly want and need.
Remember to enjoy it, and of course give it to the plants without greed.
Now then...all done! With a smile on her face, LouAnn edged between a few groups of people and left the mooncalf dung just to the side of the professor's door. She gently laid her poem to the side of it then turned and headed off.
Now then...all done! With a smile on her face, LouAnn edged between a few groups of people and left the mooncalf dung just to the side of the professor's door. She gently laid her poem to the side of it then turned and headed off.
LouAnn! Fyo knew her from classes, and he shrugged to himself as she left, having placed a jar of the dung by the door of Professor Bunbury's office. "This one's on me," he muttered to himself as, walking over to the place, he bent down, picked up the jar, and tucked it under an arm.
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He started juggling with the containers of dung as they were handed to him, making sure not to drop any of them on the floor. Especially not anywhere near her feet.
"Yes, Professor! Are there any other favors I can do for you before I head these out to the greenhouses?" he added really feeling that he couldn't hold onto these things for very long.
Anastasia had started edging away from her office in the opposite direction of the influx of students... and their poo. Fyo was doing a fantastic job of collecting the dung "gifts," really, she had to give the Gryffindor credit. Perfect time to escape.
"Er, no thank you, Torin, I'll be back.... sometime later... to take care of the dung." She gave the Hufflepuff a little ta-ta wave and then left the waiting area to go to Hogsmeade.
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"Of course, Professor. We will take care of everything!" He waited until after she had left the waiting area and then followed her, heading towards the Greenhouses.
Zoe cautiously approached Prof. Bunbury's office. From everything that she had heard about the woman she really wasn't looking forward to running into her.
To her surprise she saw a Hufflepuff and Gryffindor stationed outside her door with packages of all sorts all around them.
"Umm, is this where we should leave the 'presents'," she asked them hesitantly.
She thought that they both looked distracted so she set her sparkly jar down on the sofa right outside of the office and with a little wave headed back to her common room.
SPOILER!!: previous post
Walking through the portrait hole Zoe settled down in a nearby chair in order to work on some of her assignments. She had really enjoyed the Care of Magical Creatures course.
Much more so than she thought she would. Pulling the jar with the mooncalf dung out of her bag she set it on the table and looked at it contemplating how to make dung look more attractive.
She pulled a glitter and a glue stick from her bag and put an even fine coating of silver glitter all over the jar. Next she took a glue bottle and carefully made the shape of little stars covering each one with a concentration of gold glitter. Finally she added a circular moon in silver glitter looking out over a green glitter field with little mooncalves lolling about around the bottom. Well at least they were supposed to look like mooncalves.
The medium she was working with didn’t really make it easy to give much detail other than blobs. Hopefully the effort and shininess would be appreciated. Retrieving a silver ribbon she attached the little poem that she had sadly attempted to write. Why in the world did so many professors think that they could write poetry?
SPOILER!!: sorry excuse for poetry
Does Herbology bring Prof. Bunbury joy
Did this mooncalf dung come from one named Roy
Either way it does not matter
Since our midnight session there is mooncalf dung that could be put in a batter
A mixture that could help the Professor of Herbology do great things
And therefore fly up on soaring wings
Shrugging she decided that was as good as things were going to get and gathering up her little project moved towards the exit of the common room and towards Professor Bunbury's office.
Anastasia had started edging away from her office in the opposite direction of the influx of students... and their poo. Fyo was doing a fantastic job of collecting the dung "gifts," really, she had to give the Gryffindor credit. Perfect time to escape.
"Er, no thank you, Torin, I'll be back.... sometime later... to take care of the dung." She gave the Hufflepuff a little ta-ta wave and then left the waiting area to go to Hogsmeade.
So she was gone. "Have a nice time, professor," Fyo mumbled to himself. Ah yes, he still felt guilty.
TERRIBLY.
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Zoe cautiously approached Prof. Bunbury's office. From everything that she had heard about the woman she really wasn't looking forward to running into her.
To her surprise she saw a Hufflepuff and Gryffindor stationed outside her door with packages of all sorts all around them.
"Umm, is this where we should leave the 'presents'," she asked them hesitantly.
She thought that they both looked distracted so she set her sparkly jar down on the sofa right outside of the office and with a little wave headed back to her common room.
The moment Professor Bunbury had whipped out of sight, a new person had arrived. "Yes," Fyo said, with half a polite smile, in response to the girl's question. "You can leave it here, and I'll collect it." Yup, that was his job - Fyodor Balouch, local Dung-Collector.
He let her set her jar by the office door and, once she was gone, picked up the stuff she had left. The line of people had thinned to a trickle. Nearly done, Fyo thought to himself.
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