 Feathery Thingywhatsit | BookSnake
There was one more professor that Tobias was dying to meet. He had covered his Head of House and Potions, leaving only Herbology. As he ambled along towards Professor Bunbury’s office, he admired the many plants and trees and gardens growing around the area. I am definitely getting close to her office, he thought, excited. In the back of his mind, Tobias worried that she’d be a mean professor, like that one who had paraded up and down the Slytherin table at the start of term feast.
“Chaucer?” Tobias exclaimed in surprise as he turned a corner and found himself faced with the Herbology office and his old fashioned acquaintance. Tobias had, oddly enough, not expected this, despite the fact that Chaucer was probably the only other person he knew who could get excited over leaping toadstools. |