WHO: Pinky Parkinson and Regulus Black WHEN: Thursday, March 2nd, 1978. 9:30AM. Morning Classes. WHERE: Greenhouse #2
For the last month, Pinky absolutely dreaded going to Herbology Class. When classes had returned after the Christmas Holidays, Professor Sprout had rearranged the seating chart (or rather, standing chart, if you will) and Pinky had found herself partnered up with Irina Draganova. She had never felt very at ease when in close proximity to her roommate, and Irina certainly knew it. So, like every other day before, Pinky filed into class with an unhealthy level of apprehension. But, unlike every other day, there was no need. It seemed that once again, the partnership arrangements would be reassigned. Pinky listened with bated breath, hoping it was someone she liked. Preferably Zhenya. Unfortunately, she did not get her wish. However, her partner wasn’t terrible, so she bounded across the room to stand next to him. The relief she felt about no longer having to work with Irina was palatable, so she was perhaps a bit enthusiastic about her greeting.
“Regulus!” She exclaimed with more than a normal amount of pep and cheer. “I’m so happy we get to work together!” She patted him on the arm. “This will be so fun!”
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