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It had rained earlier in the day, which had left the ground a giant, muddy sinkhole, but Zinnia was going to be late for Care of Magical Creatures if she didn’t hurry; it was like her to get lost in her own head, especially while in the greenhouse, because well, who would willingly want to leave the place with all the beautiful plants, but the professor wasn’t going to be happy if Zinnia came rushing into the classroom in a flurry. It was a distraction and could startle the animals, which was the last thing that Zinnia wanted to do.

Tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear, the Ravenclaw scurried off toward her class in a hurry, hoping that maybe, just maybe she’d be on time for once. Others were there with her, trying to be on time lest they catch the one professor who would give them a detention for not being on time. But luck wasn’t on her side as her shoe caught in a rock that had been covered in mud as she tried to skirt around someone else coming straight at her, and she’d gasped as she tumbled forward, unable to completely stop herself.

Her hands reached to catch herself, so while luck wasn’t completely playing fair, at least Zinnia didn’t wind up with her face pressed into the mud. She pushed herself onto her knees, cheeks tinted red as she glanced up at him.

He outstretched his hand and she took without hesitation, hoisting herself to her feet; her skirts were a mess, covered in mud and sopping wet but that was something she was going to have to deal with later. “Olixander.” Zinnia repeated after he introduced himself, and she smiled sheepishly at him. “Er, thanks for the hand.” It was then she realized she was still holding it, and Zinnia’s face reddened as she dropped it and took a miniscule step away from him. Then she took a moment to try to brush her skirts, which did nothing except smear the mud; Merlin was mum going to be angry with her if she found out.

“I’m Zinnia Potts.” She said as glanced at Olixander. Her lips curled into a smile. “Are you heading toward Professor —’s class by chance? I’d… I’d like a hand so I don’t fall again, if you don’t mind.”




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