Jimmy raised an eyebrow. For someone who had snorted at being called Professor, he sure did sound like one. Not even all Glynn’s Ravenclaw housemates sounded so naturally like know-it-alls. If you ask nicely, this and that – he had to shake his head. “Where’d you learn to talk like that, anyway?” For a fifteen-year-old, he certainly sounded a ripe seventy-three. Old woman. “This how you get the trees to grow?”
In spite of his joking, Jimmy had caved enough to slide down from the greenhouse worktop and coming over beside Glynn to watch the planting from a closer vantage. Whether to be a help or a nuisance (who could say), he wiggled his fingers in the vicinity of one of the plant’s tendrils, watching as it slowly curled out towards him and swiftly darting his hand back when it tried to get a grasp on him. He did it a second time, and laughed – the third time, his reaction wasn’t fast enough, and the Devil’s Snare had knotted itself around his hand. Well then. Jimmy’s heart rate went up a notch, from the thrill. “Look at me,” he said with a smirk, nudging Glynn with his elbow. “I’m getting hands-on.”
In spite of his joking, Jimmy had caved enough to slide down from the greenhouse worktop and coming over beside Glynn to watch the planting from a closer vantage. Whether to be a help or a nuisance (who could say), he wiggled his fingers in the vicinity of one of the plant’s tendrils, watching as it slowly curled out towards him and swiftly darting his hand back when it tried to get a grasp on him. He did it a second time, and laughed – the third time, his reaction wasn’t fast enough, and the Devil’s Snare had knotted itself around his hand. Well then. Jimmy’s heart rate went up a notch, from the thrill. “Look at me,” he said with a smirk, nudging Glynn with his elbow. “I’m getting hands-on.”
