Pass Potions with an 'A'. It wouldn't be enough to get into the NEWT-level class, but it would be great enough growth to show Professor Valenduris that he was serious about pursuing his goals. That, along with inquiring about any extra credit or internships might be enough to earn his favor. "Deal," he said, both intrigued and curious about academic competition with Sloane. Out of everything they'd been competitive about, schoolwork had never made it onto the list. "We might as well add Herbology to that list, since I don't think I'll be able to look Calla in the face to ask her for Herbology help for a while," he snickered, feeling the rise of butterflies in his stomach at the memory of their more intimate moment in the Potts' greenhouse.
He watched as her smile grew, and his did, too, especially as he watched the pink at the tip overtake the brown of the rest of her braid. She was thinking exactly what he was thinking. He would have to write to his mother tonight, to make it clear that he'd love nothing more than to take up residence in Irvingly. "Maybe we'll have a house-warming party. I think Mr. Bell has friends in Irvingly. I'm sure he'd let Maddy and I invite a few friends..." he continued.
He watched as her smile grew, and his did, too, especially as he watched the pink at the tip overtake the brown of the rest of her braid. She was thinking exactly what he was thinking. He would have to write to his mother tonight, to make it clear that he'd love nothing more than to take up residence in Irvingly. "Maybe we'll have a house-warming party. I think Mr. Bell has friends in Irvingly. I'm sure he'd let Maddy and I invite a few friends..." he continued.
