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The Bursar, nervous and jittery, thin and frail, pale complexion, frazzled expression, eyes wide with a hint of anxiety, wearing modest, slightly ill-fitting wizard robes in muted green and brown, clutching a big jar who reads "DRIED FROG PILLS," fingers twitching slightly, aura of suppressed panic, surrounded by stacks of paperwork and potion bottles, cluttered office, sense of barely-contained chaos, humorously bewildered, exudes both nervous energy and fragile composure