SPOILER!!: Spencer! <3
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Savannah Granger 
Spencer smiled. "That's great, I'm glad that you love your house so much, Gryffindor is great I love it."said Spencer. Spencer loved how nice people in Gryffindor were, they were so nice and friendly, he made some really good friends with his fellow lions. Spencer laughed. "No I'm not, after the rain started, it gotten me sick so I hid under the table until it was over. "said Spencer honestly.
"Thanks, guess I know how to do stuff like this, I do stuff like this with my mom every summer. "said Spencer. "You're doing a good job as well, we make a pretty good team Rachel. said Spencer. "That's a good idea Rachel, I'm sure they'll make be great for planting something in."said Spencer. Spencer seen that there were a few more laying around, Rachel was right, they'll be great to plant flowers in.
Spencer followed closely behind her walking towards Professor Myers. "Hello Professor, how do you do?"Spencer asked. Spencer looked at the honking daffodils, they were quite pretty looking and will make their buckets look great.
Rachel wasn’t one to judge especially not from the actions based on a few persons. Here was Spencer who was clearly not an unruly one. “I’m sorry to hear you got sick, Spencer. But I’m happy you didn’t take part in the fight.’’ She giggled. “I hid under the Ravenclaw table too.’’ Yes, she had. She had followed the actions of her student leader, Tia.
Spencer’s comments about helping his mother lead her to believe that he had muggle blood in him. This didn’t bother her. She adored some of the things done the Muggle way. “Doing chores with a parent is always fun.’’ She smiled, thinking of her own parents. “Thank you. It’s always handy to know about the muggle way of life. Yes, we do. We should work together more often in classes.’’ She finished painting another bucket with a flourish.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Thank you, Professor Myers,’’ Rachel exclaimed excitedly as she collected two Honking Daffodils. She fondly hugged them to her so that they honked which caused her to erupt in a fit of quiet giggles.
“Are you going to plant any, Spencer?’’ He was always welcome to do so in their new buckets. After checking that the paint was sufficiently dry (she had to wait a bit), she transferred one daffodil and its soil into one of the buckets she had painted.
She stood back to admire the daffodil.
“They look gorgeous together,’’ she told Spencer, referring to the bucket and the plant. Once she was done doting on the pretty combination of the two, she proceeded to repeat the step for the second daffodil.