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"That's nice," she nodded in reply even though their answer only brought about MORE questions. Like, what made a someone eligible to be a candidate? And did they get to campaign for it? And did they want to run or did it just happen? And did they get PAID or was it just bragging rights? And how come she hadn't heard of them before ... they must not be very important, huh?
Except before she had a chance to ask, the Hmm-er was inquiring about the plants in her arms, as was Mr. Kazmi. "Oh, yeah." She hadn't forgotten. She just hadn't found a way to set them down yet. But also. "No thanks, Professor. I can handle this." Because feminism. Or something. She just didn't want it to seem like she couldn't do simple things on her own, so she made a whoooole thing about bending down and strategically squatting so that she was even closer to the ground. And then, only then, did she manage to set down all the plants she had in her arms and only tipped ONE onto its side by accident. It wasn't a big casualty.
But that was a lot of work and now she wasn't all that interested in actually planting them anymore. So instead, she grabbed two and walked them over to Mamie, who looked like she was happy about this planting business. "Hi." Maybe she'd want to plant them so that Kins didn't have to.
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
You are Lemon! |