 Herbology HW 1 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah beamed at nobody in particular as she flounced into the greenhouse, not even trying to hide her excitement even if it made her seem baby-ish. That was a big deal, okay? Seeming baby-ish was all sorts of tragic for a TOTALLY old teenager like her, but there were more important things to think about like her own little baby mandrake. She'd considered bringing him a present and everything, considering it'd been entire days since she'd last visited, but she didn't think the little thing would really like having her chocolate frog cards and she didn't have much else to offer.
She headed straight to her mandrake's pot and put on a pair of fluffy pink earmuffs just in case a disaster happened, because fainting didn't sound like a whole lot of fun. Neither did dying, but that bit was kind of obvious, right? PLUS pink and fluffy things were the best. The fourth year gave the soft earmuffs a little pat, then gave a pat to the mandrakes leaves, before shifting the pot a little more into the sun. "There you go, little guy. Now you're all nice and waaarm," she said in a sing-song voice. That was another great thing about earmuffs-she didn't even have to hear herself sing! She could pretend to be a a fabulous opera singer in these things. If almost-fourteen year olds played pretend. Which they didn't. Ahem. Right. She kept up some soft humming until her wand was out, when she cast a soft "Aguamenti!" which might have actually been loud but who cared. Not her, that's who. She watched as the water trickled from the end of her wand until she got bored was satisfied. "Finite!" TA DA!
Norah resumed her humming as she positioned herself to draw the mandrake, letting a few rogue curls fall in front of her face. She gently removed a little weed sneaking its way out of the side of the pot, then bent over to sketch an outline of the mandrake's leaves. By the time she was finished she'd run out of songs to hum and had switched to whistling because even if she couldn't really hear, the idea of a quiet room was just awful. It looked a bit more like there were surfboards and bananas coming out of a vaguely pot-shaped thing instead of leaves. Oops? She tried to fight the urge to add a little stick figure surfing to one of the leaves, turning her attention to jotting down notes on how fabulously it was doing, but of course she failed. The urge to doodle could never ever be fought, probably. It was like a superhero or something. The Hufflepuff added a teeny weeny surfer dude on one of her leaves, hoping the Headmistress just wouldn't notice, before packing up her parchment. That was all done, yeah? "I promise I'll come back to visit you really really soon!" She gave the leaves a soft pat. "You're the best mandrake in the whole entire world. Don't tell the other ones I said that, okay?" Eyeing it for a moment, her face split into another grin. "Bye bye, little dude."
She slipped the earmuffs off her head and skipped at top speed out of the greenhouse, complete with bag-swinging because it was just that type of day. The best kind of day, really.
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