Lady of Flowers (Fred Weasley)

Chapter Three

"Miss. Malfoy, such a talent you have with Herbology," Professor Sprout praised as she made her way to Anthea, who was finishing up putting her materials away in the greenhouse.

Anthea looked up from what she was doing and gave the professor a smile and slightly shook her head at the comment. Herbology had always come easy to her, working with the different magic plants were just second nature she didn't even have to think about it.

Professor Sprout stood next to her as the rest of the class made there way out of the room. "You know I always thought should have been one of my Hufflepuffs."

"I'm afraid professor that it wasn't meant to be. Apparently, the sorting hat thought different," Anthea told the older woman. She didn't want to mention the fit her parents would have had if she had been sorted into Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin. It might have been better than Gryffindor in their eyes but having their oldest sorted into a house that wasn't Slytherin would have been seen as shameful.

"Yes, that old hat," professor Sprout sighed, "Just know dear that you are always welcomed here anytime you want. And with your owls coming up next year and if your thinking about what you want to do after Hogwarts, just know I could always be looking for an apprentice to take over after me."

Anthea turned so she was looking at the professor fully and she notices the proud look the woman had in her eyes. She didn't know how to tell the woman that her parents pretty much had her whole life planned out in front of her. So instead she just said, "I'll keep that in mind, professor thank you."

"Now run along dear or you're going to be late for your next class."

Grabbing her stuff Anthea left the green room and made her way up to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. She knew if she didn't hurry she was actually going to be late for her first class with the new professor she had met on the train. But luckily she made and quickly found an empty seat towards the front of the class.

The class went by smoothly with Professor Lupin doing many of the introductory things. He also went over what we should have learned last year and found that we were missing a bit of the crucial stuff he said and that we would be covering that along with our fourth-year material. It's honestly surprising that we were missing more of this crucial knowledge as he liked to say with our history of defense against the dark arts professors.

"Miss. Malfoy if would stay back a moment," Professor Lupin asked once he dismissed the rest of the class for lunch.

Anthea paused as she was putting her quill away and looked to the new professor and nodded. Had she already done something to upset the man? He didn't seem like he held the same prejudice against Slytherins as some of the other professors did. But you never know what people might hide behind a fake smile.

As if he could read her inner turmoil he quickly added, "Don't worry you're not in any sort of trouble, Miss. Malfoy."

"Then if you don't mind professor, why did you ask me to stay behind?" Anthea asked folding her hands on to her lap looking at the man.

"I just wanted to ask how you were feeling after the whole Dementor incident on the train," he explained looking down at her giving her a kind smile.

"I feel fine," Anthea said not wanting to explain how the incident had actually shaken her up with Dementors' words to her before she fainted.

"You know it was incredibly brave of you to try and stop the Dementor from attacking Harry. Not just anyone could do that," Lupin told the girl. She reminded him of his old friend a little bit when they were in school. He could sense that there was something more to this girl than the tough Slytherin Persaud that she could put on. He saw it on the train when she stood up for Harry against the dark creature.