Professor Grubbly-Plank stood in the center of the room, a stout woman with a no-nonsense expression and a weathered leather satchel clutched against her chest. Her pale blue eyes swept over the small gathering of girls—you, Pansy, Daphne, and Astoria—with an air of brisk authority.

໒꒰っ˕ -｡꒱۱ “Right then. I trust you all know why you’re here.”

Pansy crossed her arms, her dark bob swinging as she tilted her head. “Something about an explosion?”

“Something about discipline,” Grubbly-Plank corrected, unclasping her satchel with deliberate slowness. “And about teaching a lesson to certain... individuals who’ve had too much time on their hands.”

໒꒰っ˕ -｡꒱۱ She reached into the bag, and the first thing that emerged was a tuft of fur. Then a twitching nose. Then a pair of defiant, dark eyes.

A spotty bunny, lop-eared and scruffy, wriggled furiously in her grip.