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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Susan looked across at the girl, who's tart reply and impatient foot tapping where making her jiggle. "Sweetie," she said conversationally as she walked towards them, pausing for a moment to blast a prone wizard out of the way and into a wall with a sickening crunch. "A little tip from me to you: put clothes on before you start making snippy little comments and ordering people around imperiously, because unless the person you're talking to wants to sleep with you, they won't take you seriously."

The girl opened her mouth to argue, and Susan looked at Harry and rolled her eyes. Moving forward, she shoved the robe over the girls head, muffling something that sounded 'How dare you, my father will!' Once the girl was decently covered, Susan smiled at her. "There, now isn't that better? Especially since you're going to be photographed and interviewed by a number of diligent young trainees who unlike Mr Potter and myself, would have found your nakedness extremely interesting." She moved away, and cast a soleil to look around properly. "I'm sure that it goes without saying that a naked photo of you would be highly embarrassing to your father."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Harry begin sweeping the room casting the same neutralising charms and anti-jinxes on the various implements she came across. Pausing for a second, she cast a patronus, placing a recording charm on it, reporting their progress and location. "Go to the others sweeping in, then tell Proudfoot," she instructed, watching the glowing leopardess sprint out of view.