Disclaimer-
again I only own three characters. (Maybe more, I might have killed Snape, I'm
not sure yet, and then a new Care of Magical Creatures teacher) You know the
rest.
Neville looked down at the
plant he was weeding, it looked as depressed as he felt. Lately he'd been
losing sleep, every time he closed his eyes, he saw the dead bodies, every time
it got silent, he heard the screams of all his friends that died, and even of
all the death eaters that died. He saw the people die before his eyes, and it
pained him. He visited his parents now, every month, he told them everything
that happened to him, even though they had no idea about what he was saying it
felt good to let them know about his life.
"Neville? What's wrong
dear?" Professor Sprout walked up next to him, being one of her favorite
students she couldn't have been more proud when Neville signed up for her
Advanced Herbology class, but now he looked sad and so did the Emoplant in
front of him.
"Nothing Professor, its
nothing." Neville felt even more depressed when he saw the plant,
"its just that, seeing this plant, so unhealthy really depresses me."
"Its an Emoplant Neville.
It feeds of the emotions of people, if your happy it looks healthy, if your sad
or depressed it looks dead, and if your mad, it grows teeth and tries to bite
people, its best to be in a good mood when you tend one. So what is
wrong?"
"I don't want to talk
about it Professor. I'll try and be in a better mood."
"Not to worry Neville,
class is almost over anyway." Turning away she spoke to the rest of the
class as well, "time to clean up class. It was a good start today; I'm
very excited about what we will be working with this year. After Christmas
vacation, I believe you will have learned enough to move to the 5th green
house. But if one of us is not ready none will go. There are so very dangerous
plants in there and I can't have anyone get hurt, so study hard and you'll learn
some very exciting things. "
Neville perked up, the 5th
green house had a large variety of guarding spells around it, only Professor
Sprout could get in there. Neville couldn't wait to learn about the new plants.
Right now they were in green house 7, a mildly interesting greenhouse but most
of the plants where just house decorations, few had any really magical value,
most just were for protection spells, they were learning proper care for them.
Nothing to great. His thoughts wandered away from him as he washed the dirt
from his hands, and he found himself thinking about Ginny. She really was very
pretty. And she was just who he ran into on his way back to the castle.
"Ginny! Hey" he said 'great
one genus, she'll fall for you there, hey, what a line, god' was the
thought going though his mind. "coming from care of magical
creatures?"
"Yeah that new teacher is
something I'll say, she knows quite a lot, though I will miss Hagrid."
(A/N-don't worry he didn't die!!)
"Me too. Of course it
would get kinda crowded and all, you know with Olympia and then the two kids.
Who are like the size of outhouses now." Ginny laughed, 'wow she has
such a great laugh' he thought 'I'd do stand up comedy if I could get her
to laugh like that all the time.'
"So, how've you
been?" Ginny felt like hitting her self 'that's the best you have Gin,
god your such a moron.'
"Good! Gran has me tending
her garden a lot, and inviting plant people over for dinner. I got offered a
job for when I leave Hogwarts!" Neville said, he had been surprised when
the exotic magical plant storeowner had said he could use someone of Neville's
skill and intelligence in his store.
"Really? That's great
Neville!" Ginny hugged him, very excited for him.
"What have you been
doing?" Neville asked, saying the only thing he could think of, sense his
brain seemed to have left him, when she'd hugged him.
"Nothing really, working
on my flying, ready for the new season. I hope we do good this year."
"Sure you will, we have
the best team, this year, you guys ready to get that cup again." 'God
Neville, if you feed her anymore lines like this you'll be kissing her arse,
not that it's a bad thing, she does have a really nice one, and pretty eyes,
all dark and green, like leaves, come on Neville concentrate, think of
something.' Neville ran a hand though his chestnut brown hair. 'But what
could I say to a girl like that, she's perfect. She'd never want any thing to
do with a guy like me.' And as a result of these thoughts Neville didn't
say another word. 'What'd I say?' Ginny wondered, 'why's he so
distant toward me, I thought we where friends.' Shaking her head Ginny and
Neville walked up to dinner in silence, both thinking about the person next to
them but neither talking.
"Hey Loshea." Draco
sat down next to her at dinner, hoping to find out more about the mysterious
girl. "Lookin good today."
"Hello Draco, can I help
you with something?" Loshea was not in the greatest mood, not only did all
her teachers make her and her sister stand up and introduce them selves in
every class, now Sophie had a song in her head and it was starting to bug her.
Not that it was a bad song, she really did like Red Hot Chili Peppers but after
awhile it got boring. And Draco just did not approach her right.
"I just wanted to talk, jeez,
who stuck a stick up your arse." Draco said making Sophie raise an
eyebrow, and turned to talk to Hermione, knowing what was going to come next,
given Loshea's mood.
"My ass is quite stick
less, thank you very much. You just happen to be stupefying my
conversation." Turning away from him she saw that her father was done, 'I'm
gonna talk to dad, Soph, I'll see you later.' Sophie nodded and Loshea left
the table and walked off. Sophie turned to Draco.
"Let me give you a little
advice bud. She doesn't like guys like you, she had a bad relationship with one
some time ago and she thinks your just another, punk ass, know-it-all asshole
who just wants to get inside her pants. And trust me, you don't want to act
like that to her; she gets kinda violent at times. So if you want to be her
friend, don't hit on her, and do not talk down to her."
"But she doesn't even know
me, how can she assume that about me, when we've hardly spoken."
Sophie shrugged. "That's
just the way she is. You get used to it, she losses the frosty demurer after
awhile."
This was going to be quite a
year, he decided, looking down at his food, suddenly not very interested.
A/N- I realize this wasn't that great of a chapter, I'll work on it. Sorry bout
that.
