Sat, September the 14th, 1894 — Ravenclaw Common Room
Herbology 5th Year Project
She didn't usually talk to him, not really. Usually, Millie just watched him from afar, finding the seat furthest from him in the common room and diving into her novels while his nose was deep in their schoolbooks. It never seemed like she made much story progress when he was there, being the better student while she was relaxing. Always the good student, never struggling, never wasting time, always showing off about it. The young witch shouldn't have been as bothered as she was, if only he didn't make her feel so guilty, or so captivated. Herbology 5th Year Project
Today there was only the seat near his open, and Millie had no choice but to sit there or accept a self-imposed exile from her favorite room in their house. The lighting was just right, not too bright as to cast long shadows on her book corners, and not too dark yet to make her squint in the absence of lit lamps. Only such a perfect day could have been spoiled by Cadogan's fastidious schoolwork, and soon enough the novel was resting in her lap. She didn't remember how the conversation started, only that when she returned to her dorm it was only to put away her novel and quickly gather her trove of herbology books to bring up to the common room.
No one could say that Millie Potts couldn't live up to her family name now.
"I do have Goshawk's, of course, and I brought a copy of our first year book as well. That has most of what we learned in class on the Devil's Snare and Spiky Bush," she set down the stack of books, hardly able to hold onto them anymore. Their old textbook spilled into his lap, and Millie had to hold herself back from reaching to snatch it up before it hit the floor, lest all the rest of them follow. "And then there's...this."
Millie had never imagined she would ever use it, even the title seemed too gorey. She had tucked it at the back of her bookshelf, safely turned around and hidden behind the glistening spines of other, more pleasantly boring titles. Now the young witch raised the book for Mr. Glynn to see, and it was almost too embarrassing. A witch of her reputation shouldn't be owning a book like this, but it was, at last, prurient to their topic of discussion. "I hope we don't actually need Flesh-Eating Trees of the World, though if you're hoping to pick vampiric vegetation then this is the only good source."
She had her own thoughts already for what plant to select for her project, but the young witch was curious now about which one Cadogan would pick. At least it would be easier to choose here than in the closed-in library, or the stifling hot greenhouses.
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