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XanaSnape 
Kazimeriz watched, totally amused as the girl was squicked out by the eyeball and spitting. "Alright, very good. Now, princess, if you would go and select one of the lovely pickled dead rats from the jar at the back of the room... try to select one that most resembles yourself, and we shall proceed." He smirked, his eyes dancing with delight.
Her cheeks flushed as Kazimeriz called her princess. If she didn't know any better it sounded sort of fatherly the way he said it. She shook her head, no this was Kazimeriz, one of the horsemen of the Apocalypse, not a grandfather figure to have tea and crumpets with. She couldn't be sucked in by his Middle Ages charm.
She looked at him to make sure she heard him right.
"A pickled rat," she squeaked as her stomach gurgled in fright.
And one that looked like herself! Ha, those rats wished they could look this good in Marc Jacobs, Paris thought as she walked on unsteady feet to the jar with the pickled rats. Instead of putting her hands in that disgusting jar which wasn't going to happen even if Merlin himself popped up and asked her, she used her wand.
"Wingardium Leviso," she muttered. A slimy rat covered the vilest goo floated out of the jar and hovered a few inches off the table. she had to hold her stomach to keep from retching all over the floor.
She walked it back to Professor Kazimeriz.
"Doesn't have my style but it will do." she joked.