26th September, 1894 — Greenhouse Five, Hogwarts
Jimmy swung his legs back and forth idly, from where he was perched up on a long worktop table in the greenhouse after classes that day. He was a little bored, but he knew he couldn’t, strictly speaking, complain about this – after all, Glynn was doing most of the work.
Jimmy hadn’t asked, but he imagined Glynn would keep this up all year without much complaining at all. And he was from a tree farm, wasn’t he? So this was basically what he’d been trained for. And there were far worse partners to have.
Jimmy flicked a tiny balled-up clod of earth towards the back of Glynn’s head to get his attention, where the Ravenclaw was finally planting in their Devil’s Snare. (Jimmy had chosen the plant for them: that was his biggest contribution thus far.) “How soon d’you reckon it’ll be big enough to strangle someone?” he asked, seriously.
Jimmy hadn’t asked, but he imagined Glynn would keep this up all year without much complaining at all. And he was from a tree farm, wasn’t he? So this was basically what he’d been trained for. And there were far worse partners to have.
Jimmy flicked a tiny balled-up clod of earth towards the back of Glynn’s head to get his attention, where the Ravenclaw was finally planting in their Devil’s Snare. (Jimmy had chosen the plant for them: that was his biggest contribution thus far.) “How soon d’you reckon it’ll be big enough to strangle someone?” he asked, seriously.
