Cad couldn’t help it – he snorted. He had no desire to be a professor, if only because there were too many people constantly around him; no, he wanted to work in a place like a museum where he could be by himself, working quietly on whatever was assigned. People like Jimmy Fletcher wouldn’t be there because they’d become attention starved and slink away to find another job that would cater to their need to be seen. He only had a couple more years before that was a reality.

“Well, maybe if you stayed awake, you’d know the answers,” Cadogan pointed out, as if Fletcher didn’t know that for himself. What did he want to do with his life? Nothing? Or was he a quidditch person who thought he was good enough to go pro? He threw the Gryffindor an exasperated look, not caring one bit what the other did after he graduated. “If you ask nicely, maybe I’ll remind you how to brew a Wide-eye potion. You might learn a thing or two if you manage to stay awake.” Cad shrugged as he continued to pat the dirt.

The plant gave a faint twitch under his touch, its vines curling inward, and he instinctively shifted back. “Come make sure this thing doesn’t grab me.” Cad instructed, although he didn’t dare take his eyes off it; it was too small to do much damage, but Cadogan would really like to avoid it altogether.

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