Astrophile
"Ughhhh, Odin's beard! Why would anyone put a class at 8 a.m.?" thought Freyr. Like it wasn't enough, it was Herbology. Freyr did like plants but he would prefer just looking at them. "Anyways," said Freyr, shaking his head to wake himself up, "let's start." Then he greeted Professor Beryl and those who were awake enough to be greeted. Freyr wrote "F. A. Njordson - Gryffindor First Year" with his beautiful cursive handwriting on a tag and pasted it on one of the empty cubbyholes. After he carefully placed his Herbology equipment in his cubby, he took out his journal and his quill and started writing down what he was seeing and more importantly, smelling. Eucalyptus, aconite and asphodel maybe. Freyr was not sure but like his father said no one could learn anything without being wrong for once. He then continued writing every plant he smelled or saw.
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