Flower


"Dammit!"

"Need some help, Evans?"

"No."

"Okay, then."

"Ugh, fine! Potter, come back!"

"Do you require some assistance, Miss Evans?"

"Yes, I do."

"How'd you get caught in a trick stair?"

"I don't know. I was trying to read my book while I was walking, and I guess I wasn't paying close enough attention to where I was going."

"How long have you been stuck here?"

"A half hour?"

"That long! Didn't anyone see you?"

"Some Slytherins. Only, of course, they didn't try to help me."

"Those slimy gits!"

"Relax, Gryffindor boy. I don't blame them. After that little prank yesterday, I can understand why they wouldn't be feeling very courteous."

"It was only a bit of soap."

"Potter, you drenched them in it! I've never seen so many bubbles. I saw a fourth year coughing up some before."

"We were trying to show Snivelly the importance of personal hygiene."

"You know, that's not very nice."

"He wasn't very nice to you."

"No. He wasn't. Still, you should try to be at least civil to the Slytherins. They're not all scum."

"Just when they're not leaving a girl trapped in a staircase. Here, grab my arm. Oh, Merlin, Evans! I'm not going to bite you."

"Fine. Just no funny business."

"I don't reckon 'funny' was the word I had in mind."

"Potter."

"There. You're free."

"Oh, thank Merlin. Crap!"

"What now?"

"I broke my quill. It was my favorite. Hestia gave it to me for my birthday."

"Wow, Evans. Talk about a rotten day. Here."

"Couldn't miss the chance to show off your Transfiguration skills?"

"Would it kill you to seem thankful?"

"Right. Well, it's very pretty. I'm surprised it's not a lily, though."

"Please. I'd like to think I have a bit more originality than that."

"Hyacinths are my favorite."

"Yeah. I know."

"Oh."

"So, anyway. This is yours."

"Uh, thanks…I guess."

"Yeah. Oh, sorry. The hair. Habit."

"Well, see you later. Thanks for this."

"Sure. No problem, Flower."

"Potter."

"Sorry, Evans, couldn't resist."