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Herbology Class
1:24pm

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"I don't think I've ever liked this class." I groaned, the Greenhouse coming into our sights. It only occured to me that this was one of the only classes I've had with Reg alone, and no one else. It was just him and I in Herbology.

Herbology seemed to be one of his strong suits next to Potions and DADA. He was awfully skilled with plants and their purpose, as well as the loud creatures that happened to be in here. Sometimes I even see that he has a light smile on his face when handling the plants, or taking care of them.

A screech noise was heard inside, and the students that were walking seemed to groan in displeasure. Professor Sprout was seen at the entrance, handing out earmuffs to every student that came in. "Merde," Regulus cursed, adjusting his books. "I think I know what todays lesson will about..." a look of confusion etched its way onto my face, before I followed him to our usual seating.

The Greenhouse looked overgrown. A couple of vines were at the top, surrounding almost the entirety of the top windows, and the side walls. A couple of plants were stationed by the windows, and in the middle of the classrooms were two long tables with the middle being filled with soil. There were gardening tools at the end of both tables, empty plantholders, and a couple of tiny shovels.

In front of us were what deemed off as tiny plants, and they were completely still. I was quite curious, and it also felt off.

For some reason, Ravenclaws and some Gryffindors gave us some odd stares. I didn't pay to much attention as their looks stopped after he glared at them.

Professor Sprout made her way towards the front, a potted plant in her hands. Her eyes wandered as a light smile came onto her face, but with multiple students groaning at the thought of what's bound to happen. I hung my earmuffs in the palm of my hands, while Regulus hung it loosely around his neck.

Just as I was about to speak to him, a certain res-haired girl bounced her way happily towards the empty seat next to him. He visibly frowned, as she sat a little too close for comfort. "Reggie, hello," a flirtatious smile came onto her face, with her arms slowly wrapping around his right arm.

Visibily gagging, I diverted my attention to else where, to Neville who seemed to be in absolute fear at the thought of Mundrakes being used.

I don't see how many could fear a plant, it looks so cute!

I heard a bit of shouting/cursing towards me, and I could clearly see that he was struggling to get her off of him. "Can you let go? Tu es enneyeux!"
(you're being annoying)

The two seemed to banter in French, with a loud voice interrupting. "Mrs. Vance." Sprout said sternly, preparing the lesson at the same time.

She huffed, before soughting out for comfort from her friend. She sat down next to her, both of them giving me angry glares. Raising a brow, I took out my textbook, going through it mindlessly. Regulus seemed to have the same idea in mind, but he moved closer towards me, and I could feel his breath on my shoulder.

"If there is one thing I hate about this class," he whispered, "is Mundrakes. They're so fucking loud." I hummed in response, getting cut off by Professor Sprout who seemed to be enthusiastic.