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Tegz 
"So you did." Jim agreed easily. The kid looked vaguely familiar though Jimmy wasn't completely sure why. Maybe one of his parents had gone to school with him or something. He didn't bother to ask though. He shrugged off the question about other booths having free stuff though. "No idea about the other booths, sorry. Maybe you can go snag some free stuff for us though, since we're stuck here." He said, with an easygoing grin.
Aaaand.... he'd just let Spike keep up that expert kid-fielding he was doing. Pro at that, ol' Spikey was.
Well that was just sweet wasn't it?
"Hello Emmalyn, I'm James Wilkes. You like herbology then?" He tickled the gladiolus petals to make it giggle again. There were several flowers around, actually, many of them out of their mundane season, though none of them were mundane. They were, in fact, Jim's contribution to the plants at the booth - there were enough that he could give some away but he wouldn't to just any kid who asked, only to those who had some kind of interest in herbology and bothered to entertain him with questions. He also had a very small flesh-eating bonsai tree. Each of the tiny leaves had a teeny tiny mouth, though they were hard to see given they were all closed currently, and the bonsai itself was safely out of easy reach of any grabby hands.
"You know, there's a bunch of different areas within the field of herbology itself, and some plants aren't the safest to volunteer yourself to tend to without finding a bit out about what you might be doing first. You say you want a summer job but are you looking for just any old summer job, or are you interested in plants in particular?" He asked cheerfully.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wilkes." She flashed him another bright smile and giggled at the gladiolus.
"I like your pretty plant." Her hand started to reach out to touch it, then she quickly put it back to her side.
"I do like Herbology, but" she leaned in closer and lowered her voice
"I'm only a first year and I don't know very much about magical plants." She didn't want him to feel embarrassed for possibly thinking she was older. She did just turn twelve a few weeks ago, and he probably thought she was a second or third year. Especially since she had pulled her hair back into a very respectable bun for the job fair.
"My father is a pastry chef, and I always help him and my mother in the garden. We have all kinds of berries and herbs growing year round in our tiny greenhouse." Sure, none of those were magical plants, but she had been able to keep them alive.
"What would I need to learn before working with magical plants? I know I want to someday have a restaurant, like my father's bakery, and grow my own fruits, vegetables, and herbs. Are there a lot of magical plants you can eat?"