Wool-gathering: #1 Herbology

Her mind was miles away. She was thinking about full moons. Really, she was thinking about the current full moon. And a werewolf.

He needed a new jumper. His current one was holey and threadbare. It made him look like an eccentric Muggle professor, but most wizards didn’t find that look as endearing as she.

Tonks shook her head and came back to the task at hand. She held a watering pot over the only surviving plant in her flat. Muddy water poured out of the pot and the tiny plant was listing terribly. She’d never been good at Herbology.