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Grayson was amused. Very amused. Why? The name of one of the plants was CHOKEberry.
SNORT.
But Bentley had gone on to mention that it was Feeding time and that really perked up Grayson's interests. The smell from that trunk, though? Merlin. How long had those been locked up in there? He wrinkled up his nose a little as he peeked over at the inside of the trunk. Dead rats? Steak cuttings? And feed it to the flesh eating plants?
Oh this should be GOOOOOOOOD.
Heading over towards the trunk, the fourth year grabbed a rat and held it up. He didn't care how gruesome or whatever this was. Not a squeamish person, he wasn't. And he had gloves on. The smell really was foul, which was the only thing that was making the Slytherin scrunch up his face. Jeez, HE was going to be the one stinking after this. Didn't want to be smelling like dead rats, thank you very much.
Grayson took a few more pieces of food for the bush, vaguely taking note of the fact that people had been TALKING to their own flash-eating plants of choice. Jeez, they didn't have to do THAT, did they? He wasn't. How embarrassing. What was he even meant to say? Introduce himself? Ask how it was? Comment on the freaking weather?!
Whatever. He was going to start feeding the bush. Holding up the food items, the boy aimed and tossed it over. A small smirk spread across his face when the plant SNAPPED it up. SCORE!
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