RP: You really said that? Who: Ari, Ash, Oliver, Callum, Neville When: Evening Where: Staff breakroom, Hogwarts Rating/Warnings: PG for language perhaps? Summary: Ari reads the Prophet article and is amused Status: Closed
Ari was highly amused by the article - though she was less than thrilled by the slam at Neville. Still, she supposed fair was fair - if they were going to trash Astoria, they likely had to fling some mud toward Nev as well.
"If she even thinks she'll have an easy time of it," she murmured as she heard someone approaching. Glancing up, she smiled to Ashley and Abraxan as they came in. She patted her thigh to call the dog over, ruffling his fur when he did.
"'o will 'ave an easy time of what?" Ashley inquired as she started to rifle through the cabinets to find the tea stuff.
"Prophet article," Ari said, waving the paper toward the healer, letting Ashley take it.
"You realize," the healer murmured after she'd read it. "Some people will think you are serious when you say you will teach Pureblood Etiquette."
"Yeah, but that's kind of just as funny," Ari said with a shrug. "There're some people who'll get the joke." She paused. "So, hey. The whole thing up at Hogsmeade yesterday?"
Ashley shook her head as she handed the paper back. "It was a mess," she admitted. "A few injuries, no deaths. A few close calls I 'eard of, but ... nothing lethal." She paused and regarded the Muggle Studies professor. "So these ... devices? Are they common to Muggles?"
"Common enough, I suppose. Depending on the sort of bomb they were using. Do you know if they have any idea ... why?"
Ash shook her head again as she set about making tea. "Non. There are a few rumors, and this close to the school, some are wondering if it isn't a response to ... to the Malfoy situation some'ow. The message is not very clear if that is the case though."
Ari shrugged. "Could just be some random psycho wandering through. Could be anyone, for any reason. Glad it's not my job to try to figure it out."
"Mm." Ashley sighed slightly, and wondered if that wasn't just the first in a string of attacks. She hoped not, but ... who knew, these days?