Eino wasn't looking forward to Herbology. For the past two years he had lost much of his interest in the subject. He wasn't sure if he was going to take his Herbology OWL, maybe for an easy grade, but he would rather fail at something exciting than pass a dull subject. Still, he had to attend classes before making up his mind, which, if it wasn't for his grandparents, it would already be made it. He lazily made his way to the stuffy greenhouse, hardly believing he ever enjoyed it, only to see her, who had become, ever since becoming the Gryffindor Head of House, less appealing to him. You know what they say, "A Slytherin may trick you into a dragon's den, but only a Gryffindor would make you feel bad for not going in with them." Still, he tried to be indifferent to it. His cousin had poisoned his mind with all kinds of gibberish over the summer, but the problem was Eino thought they were true and accurate. Once inside, he made his way to the same spot where else was and waited for class to end.