It was very important that he did well on his assignments this year – he was gunning for a scholarship so he could continue on with his NEWTs next year. Cad had goals in life that required them, and he wasn’t entirely sure what he would do if he didn’t take them. He really didn’t want to work on the farm forever.

Fletcher certainly wasn’t going to take this seriously though, so Cadogan had taken charge in almost every aspect. He glanced at the Gryffindor as he threw some soil at him, the faintest trace of a frown crinkling his forehead. “Well, if we do this right and follow all the proper protocols,” Which Cad had every intention of doing, “we’re going to grow a strong one. But you know, our goal isn’t to strangle people.”

He shook his head as he started patting the soil in place. “Professor Skeeter has told us how long it takes to grow, so why don’t you tell me?” Of course Cadogan knew the answer, but Fletcher was going to have to work for some of his credit.

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