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Terpsichore was not in charge of Quidditch, however she did make sure to note that in accordinance with school rules, students who serve a detention were subject to exclusion from their next game. And even if that proved to be false, well, it was still mighty hard to block a bludger when one was waist-deep in scrubbing mildew off of a dungeon wall. She smiled, the thought of having power to abuse brought her a small sense of joy, and wouldn't she love to abuse it for this gentleman she saw before her.
Terpsichore lead them back to her table and took a seat and in her helium-enriched voice replied back. "Yes, I work for his excellence, Minister Brenan Cooper." She picked up a pink frosted glass filled with water and took a sip from it. "And, these Hogwarts bunch are a miserable lot, aren't they?". Always seemed to be interferring in Ministry business. Speaking of business, "Are you here on your own?", she asked cutting to the punch just incase a hot little catch like Bob was already...spoken for. |