Addendum to Sprout
Late yesterday evening, as I was on my nightly rounds, I came across Our Dearest Professor hanging about outside the kitchens.
My mental alarm bells were ringing, her turn to make the rounds is not due until next Wednesday. As casually as I could, I asked why a quiet and unassuming Hufflepuff such as she was skulking about the halls at the unholy hour of 11 PM.
It was all I could do not to run screaming from her good-natured chuckling and subsequent confession that she was there to entice the kitchen elves to part with "some of those delicious raisins."
And horror of all horrors, she tried to engage me in some of her signature knock-knock jokes. She actually patted her ample abdomen as she chuckled.
I sense a smoke screen is afoot. Nobody, and I mean nobody can be that cheerful. What is she hiding? She is obviously up to nefarious schemes. I shall endeavour to keep a close eye on our Hufflepuff Head of House. She may fool everyone with her inane and seemingly harmless chatter and her love of hot chocolate with "puffy marshmallows". But I am not fooled.
You can run, but you can't hide Professor Sprout. I have your number.
On the slightly less irritating side, I have a brush to burn.
My mental alarm bells were ringing, her turn to make the rounds is not due until next Wednesday. As casually as I could, I asked why a quiet and unassuming Hufflepuff such as she was skulking about the halls at the unholy hour of 11 PM.
It was all I could do not to run screaming from her good-natured chuckling and subsequent confession that she was there to entice the kitchen elves to part with "some of those delicious raisins."
And horror of all horrors, she tried to engage me in some of her signature knock-knock jokes. She actually patted her ample abdomen as she chuckled.
I sense a smoke screen is afoot. Nobody, and I mean nobody can be that cheerful. What is she hiding? She is obviously up to nefarious schemes. I shall endeavour to keep a close eye on our Hufflepuff Head of House. She may fool everyone with her inane and seemingly harmless chatter and her love of hot chocolate with "puffy marshmallows". But I am not fooled.
You can run, but you can't hide Professor Sprout. I have your number.
On the slightly less irritating side, I have a brush to burn.