❝ you shouldn't have come after me first. after all, i'm kimberly snape ❞
❝ you really love that line, don't you? ❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 🦅🪄-
𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗬 doesn't remember anything
that happened before she opened her
eyes at Hagrid's cabin and sta...
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ? 🩰 DRACO MALFOY ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 014. the howler ɞ˚‧｡⋆
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"Welcome to Greenhouse Three, Second Years. Today, we will be re-potting Mandrakes. Now, who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake?" Professor Sprout asked.
Kimberly raised her hand confidently, her eyes meeting Professor Sprout's. "The Mandrake, or Mandragora, is a powerful restorative. It is used to return people who have been transfigured or cursed to their original state. It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it," she recited, her voice clear and precise.
Professor Sprout nodded approvingly. "Excellent, Miss Snape. Five points to Ravenclaw for that detailed answer."
As Professor Sprout continued with the lesson, Draco, who was standing at the back of the greenhouse, couldn't resist making a snide comment. "Of course, Kim knows everything. Must be easy when your dad's a professor," he whispered loudly enough for Kimberly to hear.
Kimberly clenched her jaw, trying to focus on Professor Sprout's instructions. She knew Draco was just trying to get under her skin, but it was working. She looks at him and shot him a withering glare.
"Now, as our mandrakes are still only seedlings, their cries won't kill you yet. But they could knock you out for several hours, which is why I have given each of you a pair of earmuffs for auditory protection. So, could you please put them on, right away? Quickly!" Kimberly quickly put her on. "Flaps tight down, and watch me closely. You grasp your mandrake firmly, you pull it sharply out the pot." she instructed, grasping one of the tufty plants before her and pulling it out of its pot.
Kimberly gasped. Instead of roots, a small, muddy, extremely ugly baby popped out of the earth, leaves growing right out of its head. The Mandrake's shrill cry filled the greenhouse, even through the earmuffs. Neville's eyes rolled back, and he fainted, collapsing to the ground with a soft thud.
"Honestly, Neville," she muttered, though her tone was more worried than annoyed.
"Hm. Looks as though Mr. Longbottom neglected his muffs." Professor Sprout exclaimed. Seamus furrowed his eyebrow and replied, "No, ma'am. He's just fainted."
"Very well. We'll just leave him then. Come now. Four to a tray, plenty of pots to go round." Professor Sprout announced
As they began re-potting the Mandrakes, Draco didn't waste a moment. "So, Kim," he began, his voice laced with mockery, "what's it like being a Ravenclaw with Snape as your father?" He leaned in closer, his smirk pulling tighter at the corners of his lips. "I bet that makes things interesting at family dinners, huh?"
Kimberly kept her eyes on the writhing Mandrake in her hands, blocking out Draco's taunts. She carefully loosened the soil around its roots and transferred it to a new pot. His childish digs were getting old, but she wasn't about to let them rattle her.
