saint potter- h.p

2.2

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lockhart's a complete and utter idiot ♥
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"Good Morning everyone!" Mrs Sprouts' bubbly voice announced as she emerged into the greenhouse.

"Good Morning Mrs Sprout." The class of both Slytherin and Gryffindor chanted after her.

"Welcome to greenhouse three second years! Now gather around, today we are going to re pot mandrakes." She picked up a large heavy pot and placed it onto the long table in front of them.

"Now who can tell me the properties of the mandrake root?"

Hermione's hand from beside (y/n) shot up eagerly, "Yes Miss Granger."

"Mandrake or Mandragora is used to return those who've been petrified to their original state. It's also quite dangerous; the mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it."

Mrs Sprouts smiled widely, "Excellent ten points to Gryffindor!"

"You know you being a nerd might win us the house cup." (y/n) whispered to her, she pushed her playfully in return. From across the table Ron and Harry's faces lit up.

"Now as our Mandrakes are still only seedlings their cries won't kill you yet but they can knock you out for several hours, which is why I've given you all a pair of earmuffs for auditory protection, so if you could please put them on right away."

The class all scrambled to quickly put on their earmuffs. "Flaps tight down and watch me closely."

"You grasp your mandrake firmly, you pull it sharp up out of the pot." An ear splitting shriek filled the room as she pulled out the mandrake, which looked like a newborn baby-- yet made out of roots.

"Got it and now you dump it down in the other pot and pour a little sprinkling of soil to keep it warm."

The mandrake continued screeching and suddenly Neville let out a long sigh and fell down onto the ground.

Mrs Sprouts shook her head, "Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs."

"No ma'am he's just fainted." Seamus piped up.

"Yes well leave him there, right on we go plenty of pots to go around. Grasp your Mandrake and pull it up." All around the greenhouse is filled with deafening shrieks, (y/n) scrunched up her nose at the sight of the plant and swiftly dumped it into her pot.

From across the room Harry met her eye grimacing and still holding onto his mandrake. She pretended to faint and he laughed, accidentally dropping his plant onto the ground causing it to scream louder.

Draco stuck his finger into his mandrake's mouth and it bit down hard, he opened his mouth in surprise, hissing in pain. "Bloody plant baby."

"Just wait until their teen years." (y/n) said pointedly as he pulled out his finger and pat it down on his robes.
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"I can't believe that moron Lockhart is going to be our DADA teacher." Draco groaned beside (y/n). The classroom was buzzing with excitement for their first defense against the dark arts lesson of the year.

(y/n) rolled her eyes unbothered. She had been getting mixed information about Lockhart, some say he's a phony and some say he's an extraordinary wizard. She'll just have to be the judge of that herself.
"He can't be as bad as Qurriell at least, I mean he had Voldemort attached to the back of his head!"

"Voldemort would make the best DADA teacher if you think about it." Draco pointed out, (y/n) ignored him and laid her head down onto her desk. Lockhart really must've not been in a rush to start the lesson, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Let me introduce you to your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher!" Her head sprung up and she looked behind the man trying to see who he was talking about, but it was only him in the doorway.