SPOILER!!: Norah! :D
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Norah's mouth opened into an even bigger O shape because MAN, he really was old. "Wooooooow. Seventeen is awesome! You're practically be king of the world by now." She'd better be on her best behavior, then. She beamed at him before clapping her hands together and turning back to Bob. "You're going DOWN, vine things," she said, pointing dramatically. "But don't worry, I promise not to hurt you." That'd just be mean. Plants were people too--wait, what?
The third year shot Ethan one last grin before grabbing one vine in each hand. Or trying to, anyway, because as soon as her gloved made contact Bob started wiggling like a madman plant, and her hands slipped off. Heh, whoops. Norah pushed a curly strand of hair behind her ear and gave Ethan an apologetic smile before bouncing on her tippy toes and assuming the position once more. "Okay, now you're going down." The fourteen year old grabbed each vine again and gritted her teeth against their wiggling. She pushed her feet against the floor for leverage as she forced the vines backwards into a sloppy knot, revealing a hold. "Go go go!" And she meant it. 'Cause her noodle arms couldn't really hold these thingies back for much longer. But Ethan was nearly the king of the world, so he'd have no trouble. Duh.
King of the world?
“You can say that again.” He’s not even going to be decent about it.
“One feels like royalty when you can perform magic legally.” Ethan did a series of serious nods, and ended it with a grin.
“You’ll be seventeen in no time.” Because seriously, he felt like it was just last term when he celebrated his fourteenth birthday...
Ethan perked up when Norah went down to business.
“Now THAT’S the spirit, Miss Norah. Show Bob who’s boss around here!” The Slytherin waited patiently as well as supervised Norah’s action. She may not have the most firm hold, but her efforts paid off because he can see the hole now.
“Okay, okay!” Ethan slightly ducked so he can see where the hole is, and stuck out his gloved hand to retrieve
ONE pod.
“Keep it up, partner!” the Slytherin called out,
“I still need another pod!” The sixteen year old retracted his hand and looked at Norah.
“Here, let me help you...” The fair haired teenager went behind Norah and helped her pull the thorny vines tighter.
“Hold it firmly Miss Norah!” GRUNT.
“Bob doesn’t like being man-handled. That I’m sure of!”