 Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict
Brooklyn still hadn’t made up her mind about Herbology. Not after Professor Walton had up and left, although she’d gone back to considering it when Headmistress Truebridge had taken it over. But now she had to get used to another new professor, so the jury was back out on the subject. Plus, she wasn’t a big fan of digging around in the dirt. It all had nearly made her just turn right back around before she’d gotten to class, but she’d forced herself to continue. At least she could see how weird Professor Myers’ lessons were before she chose if she’d keep coming to the lessons. Maybe she could just teach herself. So far they hadn’t seemed to be getting much better though.
Except she really wasn’t good at coming up with compliments. That was her main reason for having considered giving up the subject. There were at least a few people who had arrived before her that she could come up with something, though. “Good day Professor,” she said politely, dropping her bag at her preferred station before moving toward the circle. “Benny is a gentleman.” The Gryffindor was dead useful when the swamp had grown, anyway. He’d let her climb him like he was a tree, and he hadn’t freaked out like Professor Flamsteed had done when the cat version of Professor Quigley had done the same to him. Either way, there was her compliment. Now she’d just have to deal with the meditation part.
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