1. Herbology

Her Herbology textbook splayed open in front of her like a map. Plants. Dirt. Roots. She’d rather wrestle a Blast-Ended Skrewt than figure out why Devil’s Snare was so touchy about light.

Thora’s words echoed in her head: “There’s always room for growth and improvement.” Easy for Thora to say. Peri, couldn’t even keep a cactus alive.

Determined, she squinted at the page on Mandrakes. "Crying roots can cause fainting," she muttered. “Same, honestly.” She poked at the potted Mandrake beside her, half-expecting it to sass her back. Instead, it just sat there, looking as unimpressed as she felt.