Patrick Dooley we choose YOU
There was no way that Penny was skipping Herbology classes for any reason. NONE. Not even the slight cough she was sporting now that she had been subjected to chilly Scottish weather each morning. Ehh. It was going to build character, though. Right? That's what she kept reminding herself of anyway.
Stepping into the Greenhouse Three, Penny paused, a small smile stretching her lips as she let her eyes take in what they were obviously doing today. Venomous Tentacula. How bloody brilliant! Doing as the Professor suggested, she pulled on her dragon hide gloves and made way toward Patrick Dooley, one of the few people she knew she could carry on a conversation with, without turning red in the face and nearly passing out.
And speaking of people who gave her anxiety... she had spotted Max Carden on her way to her seat. Man. She still felt like a loser for trying to convince to share a pygmy puff with her. Urgh. Don't make eye contact, she told herself... right before looking at. Cue the red cheeks and ears as she sat down next to Patrick and sighed.
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