*POP!*
Ears flapping, whisk in hand, Tinka Apparated into the middle of the classroom. "Ohhh Miss Domingo. Tinka sorry Tinka be late. Tinka be using her whisk-ey and lose track of time." Her ears twitched and she looked at the pile of clothes. Quick as a lick she scooped up the pile and kept it towering over her head. In a muffled sort of voice she squeaked, "This be all, Missus Professor?" |