By the end of their first day at Hogwarts, Noelani and Harry had forgotten their
Quidditch conflict. As it turned out, they were taking the exact same subjects as each other, and
what with all their interesting a.k.a. boring/ fun a. k. a. torturous classes they had been to, our
were going to be going to soon, they had plenty to talk about. That morning Gryffindors had
Divination, followed by Herbology, and Harry wasn't sure whether Noelani would be able to
handle it. She gave the impression of being very modern, and much more into getting the
weather report online than from a cup of limp tea leaves. Harry didn't blame her, if that was the
case; he hated Divination himself. As for Herbology, Noelani had such fair skin and perfect,
delicate-looking fingers and fingernails. Based on the experience that Harry had had with
Professor Sprout's various gross and sometimes potentially dangerous plants, it was uncertain
whether Noelani would want to handle the plants at all.
Harry's predictions proved far removed from the truth, however. While Noelani didn't
seem very enthusiastic about Divination, as were Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, two other
Gryffindor fifth year girls, she paid attention, participated, and gave answers Professor
Trelawany seemed to like. Noelani beamed upon entering the greenhouse where their Herbology
class took place and seeing the plants at their tables.
"Magical lettuce, and saphouse tomatoes. Magical substitutions for muggle salad ingredients,
grow ten to twelve times faster," Professor Sprout had announced. "However, before eating the
saphouse tomatoes, we must remove the sap-like substance from under the skin. It's very helpful
in shrinking large noses and ears to a more normal size, but if eaten, will shrink internal organs
that do not tolerate shrinking as well." Despite having to remove the disgusting, sticky goo from
beneath the skin of the tomatoes, Noelani seemed to have an excellent attitude toward the
lesson.
"I love plants like these, I grow my own magical lettuce in my garden at home as well as many
other magical varieties used in salads," she gushed happily while stripping her tomato of it's
outer layer of skin. "I've never seen these saphouse tomatoes, though. I'll have to plant some in
my garden during summer holiday. I had to start over when we moved here, this will be a great
addition. The rapid growth is definitely worth the small bit of work removing the sap. Plus, my
dad could use this sap for his nose."
The afternoon continued in the same fashion. Even though it was double potions (!),
Noelani still remained positive minded about everything. Instead of moaning about the
gloominess of the dungeon or the unfairness of everything Snape did, she busied herself with her
potion, remarking on how potions were so amazing; the ingredients alone might be ordinary,
useless objects, yet when mixed together, they could perform magic to rival that of even old,
powerful spells. Harry began to find himself staring at her, transfixed. Snape noticed once while
he was supposed to be adding his lizard weed to his deep purple concoction, and didn't waste a
minute of the remaining five or so left in the class commenting on this in wildly extensive detail.
This didn't stop Harry from wanting to hang out with her every spare moment though, as soon as
the class had ended. In fact, he was so interested in everything he had to say that he didn't notice
Ron and Hermione standing close together at the other end of the common room before dinner,
watching him with particularly sour expressions on their faces.
Quidditch conflict. As it turned out, they were taking the exact same subjects as each other, and
what with all their interesting a.k.a. boring/ fun a. k. a. torturous classes they had been to, our
were going to be going to soon, they had plenty to talk about. That morning Gryffindors had
Divination, followed by Herbology, and Harry wasn't sure whether Noelani would be able to
handle it. She gave the impression of being very modern, and much more into getting the
weather report online than from a cup of limp tea leaves. Harry didn't blame her, if that was the
case; he hated Divination himself. As for Herbology, Noelani had such fair skin and perfect,
delicate-looking fingers and fingernails. Based on the experience that Harry had had with
Professor Sprout's various gross and sometimes potentially dangerous plants, it was uncertain
whether Noelani would want to handle the plants at all.
Harry's predictions proved far removed from the truth, however. While Noelani didn't
seem very enthusiastic about Divination, as were Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, two other
Gryffindor fifth year girls, she paid attention, participated, and gave answers Professor
Trelawany seemed to like. Noelani beamed upon entering the greenhouse where their Herbology
class took place and seeing the plants at their tables.
"Magical lettuce, and saphouse tomatoes. Magical substitutions for muggle salad ingredients,
grow ten to twelve times faster," Professor Sprout had announced. "However, before eating the
saphouse tomatoes, we must remove the sap-like substance from under the skin. It's very helpful
in shrinking large noses and ears to a more normal size, but if eaten, will shrink internal organs
that do not tolerate shrinking as well." Despite having to remove the disgusting, sticky goo from
beneath the skin of the tomatoes, Noelani seemed to have an excellent attitude toward the
lesson.
"I love plants like these, I grow my own magical lettuce in my garden at home as well as many
other magical varieties used in salads," she gushed happily while stripping her tomato of it's
outer layer of skin. "I've never seen these saphouse tomatoes, though. I'll have to plant some in
my garden during summer holiday. I had to start over when we moved here, this will be a great
addition. The rapid growth is definitely worth the small bit of work removing the sap. Plus, my
dad could use this sap for his nose."
The afternoon continued in the same fashion. Even though it was double potions (!),
Noelani still remained positive minded about everything. Instead of moaning about the
gloominess of the dungeon or the unfairness of everything Snape did, she busied herself with her
potion, remarking on how potions were so amazing; the ingredients alone might be ordinary,
useless objects, yet when mixed together, they could perform magic to rival that of even old,
powerful spells. Harry began to find himself staring at her, transfixed. Snape noticed once while
he was supposed to be adding his lizard weed to his deep purple concoction, and didn't waste a
minute of the remaining five or so left in the class commenting on this in wildly extensive detail.
This didn't stop Harry from wanting to hang out with her every spare moment though, as soon as
the class had ended. In fact, he was so interested in everything he had to say that he didn't notice
Ron and Hermione standing close together at the other end of the common room before dinner,
watching him with particularly sour expressions on their faces.