Not that I think I would actually have received some from that plant pimp—she tried forcing me to adopt a sunflower in Greenhouse One once—but it is an expression I like to haul into my words of choice whenever Vector is concerned.
I shall have to deal with Minerva later, though she’ll probably spew out some questionable rubbish about my needing to socialise with others than her (and her) for a bit.
Of course, I want to point out something. I do socialise. I am constantly surrounded by insolent scoundrels determined to blow up as many cauldrons during one lesson as is mathematically possible, not to mention the occasionally squeaking being whose source of noise is located just above my knee (after a couple of years identified to be Flitwick). A good lash-out solves the latter problem quite nicely, naturally, but still the members of a school faculty must be some of the most socialising people on the whole blasted planet, so I do believe Minerva is quite wrong in her assumptions of my very limited social life.
Also, I spoke to Rodolphus the other day.