May 7, 2016
"Oh hi, what brings you to my little corner of heaven?”
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"Oh hi, what brings you to my little corner of heaven?”
“Ops sorry!”
“I’m sorry, would you mind passing me that book?” Andromeda asked, giving up on trying to stretch up to reach for the book high on the shelf. It didn’t even register with her to use magic.
It was Sunday morning when Hestia’s Alchemy professor decided to take them on a trip a little deeper into the Forbidden Forest in search of Fanged Geranium, certain that there was an opening with dozens of them if they looked hard enough. She was a bit surprised that even some students outside of the class had tagged along, but paid no mind to anyone really once they finally found the flowers. Beautiful, and of course, sharp, she was careful to walk around them and find a place she could conduct her in-class coursework and so she did, ignoring the several yelps of pain that came from some students who reached out to the plant when a voice spoke up in front of her, blocking her light.
"Tell us, Jones. Does Snivellus have fangs too? If he does how does he...Bloody hell, can’t imagine that’d be pleasant then, hm..” the Ravenclaw trailed off, looking at his entourage and snickering as if it was the most comical thing they could come up with “Didn’t take you for the kinky type, J!” laughed another idiot..
Looking up, Hestia was about to request they all kindly stick their faces inside the Geranium when someone spoke up for her.
“As much as I admire your genuine veracity for admitting that you have indeed, grown a backbone, I’d have to confess that that does not make any inch of you likeable in my eyes. So shoo.”
“If I had a galleon for every time I heard that line, I’d throw them all at you.”
“Oh hey,” Heath grinned, gesturing to the space at the Gyffindor table. “Do you mind scooting down a little?”
“Stay right there.... Perfect.” Panda said in nearly a whisper, afraid that even the slightly sound could ruin the perfect frame in front of her. She adjusted her camera and took a photo of what she would describe as nothing less than perfection.