Norah eyed the professor yelling at the two Gryffindors. Wasn't that going to get the bouncy bulb thingies all upset? She was glad the normal-er one seemed happy about the detention 'cause all she had done was stuck up for all the other kids who were victims of the head girl being a total whack-job. How did they decide on a head girl anyway? The second year didn't know anything about the process, but she didn't think pretending to be an evil queen was part of the job description.

At Professor Walton's request, she looked back at her pot and retrieved some more soil. Patting it down on the bulb, she made sure it was half covered with soil and then brushed the stray dirt off her gloves. Sooo, that was it, right? She smiled at the bouncing bulb sitting in the pot. She'd name him Herbert. Ickle-plantie, heh.