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Sending their love

The second year Gryffindor's and Hufflepuff's walked noisily into their first lesson of the term.

"Settle down, settle down." Said Professor Longbottom, He switched off his wireless radio just as the program dedicated entirely to Herbology ended; Toots, Shoots 'n' Roots with a very merry Tootle-oo from Toots!

"Today we are going to be looking at Abyssinian shrivelfig! Once peeled they can be used in Potions such as the Shrinking Solution which you'll be learning how to make in third year," Neville told them as he made a quick note to look at new rejuicing and regerminating potion that was just advertised on the wireless.

And so they began learning how to prune the shrivelfig and peel them the correct way.

An hour later and smelling like they'd just taken a bath in a garden the second years left the Herbology classroom, maybe a little disgruntled at the amount of homework Neville had given them.

At this point Neville remembered a note he had written for Professor Slughorn about left over shrivelfigs. Snatching it up, he called the last person walking out the door, "James."

He doubled back and walked to Neville.

"Yeah?" he said lazily.

"How's your first day going?" Ask Neville, ignoring James' lazy attitude. He was too used to it to care that he was a little rude every now and then.

"Fine, I guess. Only been to one class so far, yours." He replied, forcing a little more respect in his tone, he was with his professor now, not just a family friend.

Neville pulled Goshawk's Guide to Herbology in pursuit of the chapter on Chinese Chomping Cabbage's for his next class, "How's Al doing?"

"I don't know."

"Hope you're being a good brother?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked James, slightly outraged, "I'm always a good brother!"

"Hmm…sometimes you like to wind him up." Neville answered seriously

"What's wrong with that Neville?"

"Just look out for him, you're his big brother."

"I will." James replied softly.

"I know you will." Neville said sincerely.

"Umm, oh, mum asked me to send you love from them." As he hitched up his bag, he was late for class.

"Thank you, I'll send them an owl soon." He smiled.

"Ok."

"Can you take this to Professor Slughorn for me please Mr Potter?" His tone changing back to teacher mode as his next class ambled in.

"Yes Professor." James took the note and put it in cloak pocket.

"Thank you. You best hurry now." And without another word to James he began teaching his next class.

End