—THE SLYTHERINS AND GRYFFINDORS WERE ALL GLARING AT EACH OTHER AS THEY STEPPED INTO THE GREENHOUSE. "GoodMorning, everyone!" Professor Sprout said, catching their attentions.
"GoodMorning, Professor Sprout." They all chorused.
"Welcome to greenhouse 3, second years. Now, gather around everyone. Today, we'll be re-plotting mandrakes. Who can tell me what a mandrake is? Yes, mister Black?"
Rigel, who had his hand up in the air, answered monotonously. "Mandrake, or Mandagora, is used to return those who have been petrified to their original state. It's also quite dangerous. The mandrake's cries are fatal to anyone who hears it."
"Excellent, ten points to Slytherin!"
Rigel smirked slightly at Hermione's glare, giving her a smug look, making her immediately look away.
"Now, as our mandrakes are still only seedlings, their cries won't kill you yet." Professor Sprout announced.
"What a shame." Rigel mumbled, earning snorts from Blaise and Draco.
"But they could knock you out for several hours, which is why I give each of you a pair of earmuffs for auditory protection." Sprout said, pointing to the earmuffs, "So, could you all please put them on? Thank you. Flaps tight down and watch me closely."
The students all watched as Professor Sprout pulled out a mandrake, making them all wince at the sound, and put it in another pot, covering it with soil. "You grasp your mandrake firmly and you pull it sharply out of the pot. Then, dump it down in the other pot and cover it with soil."
The Gryffindor's eyes all widened, while the Slytherins laughed as Neville Longbottom dropped to the floor.
"Ah, Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs." Sprout announced in pity.
"No, ma'am." Seamus said, "He's just fainted."
"Yeah, right as well. Just leave him there. Right, on we go. Plenty of pots to go around! Grasp your mandrake and pull it out!"
Rigel let out a small chuckle as Draco's mandrake bit his cousin, and went back to his own mandrake. He pulled the mandrake out of the pot, immediately mumbling, "Silencio."
He put it in the other pot and covered it with soil, not knowing if the spell was a good idea, but wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.
••
On the way to his next class, defense against the dark arts, which is taught by Professor Lockhart, Rigel was accosted by a small camera-clutching Gryffindor first-year named Colin Creevey.
"Are you Harry Potter? Can your friend take a picture of us, please?" Colin Creevey asked enthusiastically.
Draco and Blaise shared a look, both of them covering their mouths to stop the laughter that was threatening to come out, while Rigel looked ready to murder someone.
"I believe you have gotten the wrong person." Rigel coldly replied, "I'm Rigel Black, not Harry Potter."
Colin's face dropped, "Then where is Harry Potter?"
"There he is." Rigel pointed to Ron Weasley, "He's Harry Potter."
Colin Creevey nodded enthusiastically, thanking him and rushing to Ron Weasley, making Rigel smirk and his two bestfriends burst out laughing.
His smirk turned into a cold glare as Seamus Finnigian, who was great friends with Ron, walked over to them. "Handing out photographs, Potter? Line up, everybody! Potter's handing out photographs!" He shouted mockingly.
"I bet a signed photo from him costs more than Weasley's house." shot back Draco, glaring at the boy.
Ron Weasley turned beat red, but was frowning in anger. Gilderoy Lockhart, who was just passing by, rushed over to them with excitement, "Harry, my friend! Handing out photographs at such a young age isn't such a good idea. You'll have to be as famous as me to start doing that. It's alright, we'll let it slide just this once if you take a photo with me by this boy's camera!"
Rigel looked highly offended, "Flipendo." He simply said, smirking when the Professor was thrown across the corridor.
"Did you just harm a teacher?" Blaise asked, looking very proud and pleased.
"Yes. Let's go before he wakes up."
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