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HahaGeorge and Seine filed in behind Sadie, both bearing smiles of delight; Sadie's enthusiasm was a little too funny at times. They were all excited, each and every first year bubbled with the same excitement for learning their first spell and their first snippet of the real Wizarding World. George felt more drawn towards Potions than anything else. It wasn't something he'd seen before. Neither of his parents had even chose to brew a potion at home, not that he'd ever seen. He knew his mum had bought her own, whether this was due to bad potion skills, he didn't know. He'd seen talented wizards fire spells at each other, fly dangerously in front of a roaring crowd and transform others into objects of all shapes and sizes, but he'd never experienced the potion-making process before. It was hard to imagine..
Adjusting his cloak, the boy found himself a seat at the bench. He let Seine take the middle seat, perching himself between Sadie and George, wearing the same grin he'd had on his face all morning. Immediately the two looked up as another joined their table. The boys seated themselves quickly and passed polite, and hesitant smiles towards Freyja. Seine passed a hand up as Sadie mentioned his name, waving towards the Hufflepuff.
"I'm guessing this is new to you too." He smiled. Two brown eyes of his own were wondering around the room as he spoke, taking in the thick ivy vines that twisted through the ceiling and through the windows, wrapping around the entire green house yet not shading out the light. "You'll-" Seine stopped when a sharp jab reached his side, his attention turning towards George and the door. "Ouch! That hurt." He yelled, his voice lowering volume as a tall man entered the room, wrapped in a thick caridgen.
His appearance seemed less imposing than his entrance had been, his sleeves bore stains of mud and dirt on the cuffs, the distinctive mark of dirt-covered hands on his trousers. The entire room stopped to watch him, at least until he turned towards the door. The attention of the room shifted again as the jolly lady from the night previous appeared in the room, smiling and laughing her way into the morning. She reminded George of his Aunt 'Liza when ever she got drunk at Christmas; he'd always hated the entire family Christmas they seemed to be forced to do.
"Good morning, everybody!" The women said, her voice ringing as if in song. "As you all know, I'm Professor Sprout. But none of you know who this is." She pointed to the much younger gentlemen by her side. "This is Professor Longbottom, he'll be teaching you from time to time. Now play nice." Neville gave a short wave to everyone in the room, his hands straying back to his pockets once he'd said his hello. Professor Sprout smiled once more and moved about the room, carrying a small selection of potted plants in her hands. "Herbology may seem like a strange subject to some-" She added, placing the heavy pots on various tables about the room. Some looked like regular herbs or flowers, others seemed to wriggle and move. One in particular seemed to be edging closer and closer to Professor Longbottom.
"So, can anyone name any of them?" She smiled, taking her place at the front of the room again. "Five points to anyone who can name me a single one." Sprout waited a few moments before a young Hufflepuff boy at the table with a strange looking purple plant rose his hand.
"Aconite?" He muttered, feeling the pressure of being the first to answer on his shoulders. Immediately, however, Professor Sprout clapped her hands.
"Five points to Hufflepuff! Now, does anyone know any of it's other names?" She smiled, looking about the room slowly.
Adjusting his cloak, the boy found himself a seat at the bench. He let Seine take the middle seat, perching himself between Sadie and George, wearing the same grin he'd had on his face all morning. Immediately the two looked up as another joined their table. The boys seated themselves quickly and passed polite, and hesitant smiles towards Freyja. Seine passed a hand up as Sadie mentioned his name, waving towards the Hufflepuff.
"I'm guessing this is new to you too." He smiled. Two brown eyes of his own were wondering around the room as he spoke, taking in the thick ivy vines that twisted through the ceiling and through the windows, wrapping around the entire green house yet not shading out the light. "You'll-" Seine stopped when a sharp jab reached his side, his attention turning towards George and the door. "Ouch! That hurt." He yelled, his voice lowering volume as a tall man entered the room, wrapped in a thick caridgen.
His appearance seemed less imposing than his entrance had been, his sleeves bore stains of mud and dirt on the cuffs, the distinctive mark of dirt-covered hands on his trousers. The entire room stopped to watch him, at least until he turned towards the door. The attention of the room shifted again as the jolly lady from the night previous appeared in the room, smiling and laughing her way into the morning. She reminded George of his Aunt 'Liza when ever she got drunk at Christmas; he'd always hated the entire family Christmas they seemed to be forced to do.
"Good morning, everybody!" The women said, her voice ringing as if in song. "As you all know, I'm Professor Sprout. But none of you know who this is." She pointed to the much younger gentlemen by her side. "This is Professor Longbottom, he'll be teaching you from time to time. Now play nice." Neville gave a short wave to everyone in the room, his hands straying back to his pockets once he'd said his hello. Professor Sprout smiled once more and moved about the room, carrying a small selection of potted plants in her hands. "Herbology may seem like a strange subject to some-" She added, placing the heavy pots on various tables about the room. Some looked like regular herbs or flowers, others seemed to wriggle and move. One in particular seemed to be edging closer and closer to Professor Longbottom.
"So, can anyone name any of them?" She smiled, taking her place at the front of the room again. "Five points to anyone who can name me a single one." Sprout waited a few moments before a young Hufflepuff boy at the table with a strange looking purple plant rose his hand.
"Aconite?" He muttered, feeling the pressure of being the first to answer on his shoulders. Immediately, however, Professor Sprout clapped her hands.
"Five points to Hufflepuff! Now, does anyone know any of it's other names?" She smiled, looking about the room slowly.