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Zander liked Herbology, he really did. And he didn't dislike the Headmistress, per say. Well... He didn't dislike her any more than he hated that Wicked Walton guy, so she was alright. Except for the fact that Zander was pretty much convinced that Truebridge wanted to see him die. So clearly it was her fault that he happened to get stuck with one of the MOST unruly little mandrakes that probably ever existed. He was convinced. Truebridge had this planned all along.
Clearly.
So anyways, he was sort of grumbling as he made his way into the greenhouse because although he actually liked this subject he a) HATED homework and b) HATED his mandrake. Man. Zander Adair was just full of hatred today, apparently. This didn't happen often. People should take pictures to commemorate or something. Maybe he'd even make it into the yearbook.
Anyways, he looked around the greenhouse to find his labeled--AHA! Wait. Not that he was glad to see it. Because really he was still grumbling. Which probably didn't help because his mandrake looked very offended. Aheeem. Sorry. But YOU try dealing with a prepubescent mandrake that thinks it can do everything by itself and doesn't listen to anyone. Merlin. He was starting to sound like his mother. Weird. This was all too weird. Truebridge definitely had intentions with this assignment.
The Prefect tugged on his earmuffs at the sound of more annoying wailing and watched as the mandrake tried to move around in it's pot. Oh no you don't. Now, uh, for the messy bits. It looked like it was getting enough sunlight, so that wouldn't be much of a problem. But it would need some more water so maybe that was the part he would get to next? Yeah. Definitely. "Aguamenti," he held his wand out and pointed at the pot, watching as water spilled out of the end. He was careful not to give it too much water, however, and muttered a quiet "Finite," to finish it off.
So there were a few things left to do here. Sketch the plant. Write a journal entry. And--OI WILL YOU QUIT MOVING SO MUCH???? Zander literally didn't even understand. It was buried in dirt. How the heck did it still manage to move like that?
Forget the missing pet rocks and the random rogue animals. THIS was the real Hogwarts mystery of the year. Had this sixth year convinced. Which would also mean there would be no way of magically solving the mystery by the end of the term like usual because this mandrake wasn't about to give any answers and Zander was pretty sure that the whole 'happily ever after thing' wouldn't work with it either. And also for the first time he was also pretty sure there weren't any Cold Ones involved only 'cause Romanos wasn't at Hogwarts anymore ahem. So mystery. Not solved. Ever. The end.
As a result of the stupid mandrake's unruly behavior, Zander had to scribble a sketch as fast as he could so he could get done with this as soon as possible. Which meant that his sketch was utterly terrible. It looked more like a crying rock to be honest... Ahem. And his journal entry... Well the content was fine... Maybe... But the writing was atrocious. #sorryTruebridge. Technically it was her fault for landing him the bad Mandrake though. So #SorryNotSorryTruebridge. And a few finishing touches...
AND THAT'S RIGHT. ZANDER ADAIR OUT, YO.
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