Hanging the last bit of her rags on a clothes line, Ursula heard a voice and turned. "I'm right here." Moving closer to the man she began to recognize him from the feast. Her grin growing more sinister. "Get dried off? That room won't be the only thing flooding by the end of this term, better keep an eye on those plants." She pointed towards the greenhouses.

A gift? She looked at his hands, "Well then what is it?" There was never a time the hag would say no to a gift.