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BanaBatGirl 
"I dunno, I DUNNO," Fletcher responded to some dorky dudeeee in glasses just standing there and staring at him while a plant tried to choke the life outta him. "I've never even taken an Herbologoggy class, mate. I was just minding my own business, exploring the grounds when---"
He winced as the plant snaked up to his shoulder and started using one pink tendril to stroke his cheek lovingly. Gulp. WHY WASN'T ANYONE TRYING TO SAVE HIM?!
"It's tttouching meeeee and not in a good waaay....!!!"
Nolan was torn between wanting to laugh and wanting to go find the Herbology professor. He couldn't help it though--the sight of the plant stroking the young boy's cheek was just TOO funny. He held back his chuckles, though, since this was a SERIOUS matter, and looked around once more.
Hmm. No professor.
"I'm pretty positive that's what you do--just stand still and stop wincing, that will just--encourage it," he told the boy as his hand drifted toward the pocket in his robes where his wand was...just in case.