Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of: A. Indifference and B. Disinterest in what the critics say.

"What an odd dairy." Lucy commented as she skimmed through the book she had found in an evidence box Sniffer had brought in from the recent crime scene.

Placid hummed out a sleepy response as he rested his head on his desk.

"Uck. Now I know why people tell ya to not read into others' diaries. This is disgusting!" She shut the book and tossed it back into the box she found it in.

Again, all she got was a hum.

"Prof, are ya even awake? Don't fall asleep now! I told ya not to stay in 'ere 'till midnight!" She shook his slowly drifting body until he sat up. "Prof!"

Potty groaned. "I get it! I get it! I know what the weather's like!" He rubbed his temples as he felt a headache form.

"That weren't even wot I were saying!"

"Something about taking chances?"

"Prof!" She screamed, frustrated by his inability to pay attention.

Outside the Mystery Room stood three sniggering individuals.

"Sounds like someone's mad at their lover." Florence hinted with a small cough.

"Makin' quite a scene too. I could 'ear 'em talkin' from t' other side of t' Yard." Dustin added, his mischievous grin growing.

The yells from inside grew louder in volume.

"The whole city'll hear them soon! Sound the bells, someone gonna be found dead!" Sniffer joked.