"You make it sound like I'm failing," she huffed with a frown, arms crossed awkwardly over her chest - err at least as well as she could in full gear and holding a broom. "I'm not the top of the class in most classes, no, but I've certainly given no one any reason for concern. I could be top in herbology but that is just life experience. If I failed something mum would take me out of quidditch. She can do that. I am a girl. I had to have my father's permission in the first place. And when I said I was a just a first year I was implying the work wasn't hard not that it didn't matter."

She grumbled a few other things under her breath before looking up at the far taller male again. "Fine. Half and an hour. I'm not sure how you intend to hold me to that but I'll agree."

Besides, in the long run, she was likely to work in the flower shop until she married just like the rest of her siblings - err most of them. What did her grades outside of herbology and maybe charms, transfiguration, and maybe potions matter?