I had done some odd things in the greenhouse, I will be the first to admit. No one ever seems to mind it-- I suppose hufflepuffs simply have a bit of a loony streak, anyways. But today, I had inevitably gotten myself into a staring contest with a small potted Blinking Cactus. Or, rather, I was crouched at eye level with the little thing on the greenhouse table before me, paying no mind and being paid no mind in return by the older students tending to their assignments. If they wondered why I was there, they didn’t seem to have the mind to question it. I wasn’t doing any harm, really. The cactus was certainly staring at me, I knew that. Before, the numerous little eye had blinked at random, but as I had stepped in front of it they had all stopped. Beady black eyes all fixed on me, undoubtedly. They had spines they shot at you when they were defensive, didn’t they? Or was that some other sort of plant? I didn’t see a single spine, though, so....
Okay, reaching over to pet it may have been one of my odder compulsions. I hadn’t expected it to be soft. The eyes closed, and I felt a little braver to get a closer look at the little thing. “Im going to call you Chubs.” I said, a smile coming onto my face.