It was hard to pay any attention to that sad little crease in Glynn’s forehead – his overlarge ears always drew the eye instead. Proper protocols: that sounded rather pretentious, for a subject that was really just messing around in the dirt and growing things that usually bit you or stung you or made growling noises. Or strangled people, in this case. (Jimmy thought that could be the goal. It would probably show they had a good healthy specimen on their hands, so maybe it could boost their grades.)
Jimmy smiled dreamily at that, though he was less enthused by Glynn’s attempt to make him study along the way. “Calm down, Mr. Professor,” Jimmy groaned; the Ravenclaw sounded just a like a teacher in miniature, trying to prod answers out of him. This was a project, not an interrogation. “How should I know? Skeeter’s voice is too soft and the greenhouses are too warm. It just makes you want to nod off. You ever had a nap in Herbology? Prime conditions,” Jimmy explained, in a mock-academic tone.
Jimmy smiled dreamily at that, though he was less enthused by Glynn’s attempt to make him study along the way. “Calm down, Mr. Professor,” Jimmy groaned; the Ravenclaw sounded just a like a teacher in miniature, trying to prod answers out of him. This was a project, not an interrogation. “How should I know? Skeeter’s voice is too soft and the greenhouses are too warm. It just makes you want to nod off. You ever had a nap in Herbology? Prime conditions,” Jimmy explained, in a mock-academic tone.
