Cecily Rambolt
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(takes place outside the greenhouses)
Cecily stood and watched as the two Slytherins made their way toward her outside of greenhouse three. She had thought to ask Kalif to oversee this detention but knew it would be as much a punishment for him as it would be for the wayward students. "Hullo," she smiled, quite cheerful after spending a bit ofsnogging quality time with Prodan before he'd had to leave through the floo so she could set things up here.
"Let's get started shall we? You'll sift through that pile of Mooncalf Dung over there," she nodded offhandedly at the rather mountainous pile of shiny, shimmery silver poo, "pick out all foreign objects and place the smooth dung into those bins over there. Alright," she smirked. "Chop, chop."
Cecily walked well away from the smell and plopped down onto a long lounging chaise folding chair, crossed her ankles, then put a wide brimmed hat and sun glasses on. Hmm. Kids should fight more often, she sighed as she got comfy. "Oh by the way," she called out to them as they went toward their task, "there aren't any gloves."
Cecily stood and watched as the two Slytherins made their way toward her outside of greenhouse three. She had thought to ask Kalif to oversee this detention but knew it would be as much a punishment for him as it would be for the wayward students. "Hullo," she smiled, quite cheerful after spending a bit of
"Let's get started shall we? You'll sift through that pile of Mooncalf Dung over there," she nodded offhandedly at the rather mountainous pile of shiny, shimmery silver poo, "pick out all foreign objects and place the smooth dung into those bins over there. Alright," she smirked. "Chop, chop."
Cecily walked well away from the smell and plopped down onto a long lounging chaise folding chair, crossed her ankles, then put a wide brimmed hat and sun glasses on. Hmm. Kids should fight more often, she sighed as she got comfy. "Oh by the way," she called out to them as they went toward their task, "there aren't any gloves."