 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah walked into the Greenhouse with a plain old smile on her face. That's right, no excited bouncing or skipping or arm waving or anything. Herbology was still the bestest subject, obviously, but it'd gotten a whole bunch scarier on account of the HEADMISTRESS being in charge. Who'd decided that was allowed to happen, anyways?
She took a seat on one of the stools and held her wand in one hand because of that vigilance thingy mabob, tapping her fingers on the table with the other. What was with the carts? Did they each get their own plant? COUNT SHE NAME IT? The fourth year was practically a professional plant-namer, okay? It was a good way to seem competent in front of the Headmistress. Probably. She didn't have a whole lot of experience with seeming competent to grown ups, which was totally unfair because if tree climbing was a class she'd be the best one probably. She liked to think that she would be, anyways.
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