Originally written as 'Herbology' this drabble is my first AC. Once I realized I'd already done Herbology, this became dirt.
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Narcissa raced from the greenhouse like a streak of lightning as if determined not to be seen. Within five desperate, gasping moments she had reached the girls bathroom and locked herself in a cubicle.
Soon with her robes changed, the smudge of dirt on her face washed off and her make up reapplied Narcissa stood, scrubbing under her fingernails, at the sink. A broken nail and dirt so stubborn even scourgify was hard put to shift it.
Dropping the soap and picking up her bag Narcissa sighed surveying her hands.
Dirt, dung and digging – How the delicate girl hated Herbology.
