Genevieve looked up at Benjy as Bole continued to talk. His voice, to her, was little more than background noise -- the sort of annoying little tunes muggles had on their lifts because they took so bloody long. Though, his rambling did do it's job in adding punctuation to the pointed look Vieve gave her friend.
"Kindly avoid feeding the animals, please." She said, before looking down at the notebook in her hands.
"It's really a shame there are only a few of us, the shifts will be quite horrible." She said, trying to keep her voice low enough that Bole couldn't hear her. "Long shifts, or quite a lot of little ones." She paused a moment before adding, "shame we couldn't have just tossed him in the lake."