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Chapter Five

Farce Lillies

A few days later, Cailee found herself in Divination. She was extremely relieved that Firenze had come back and kicked Trelawney out of her position. He made the class so much more fun. And, they didn't study in some insignificant little room. No, they actually took their class on the first floor across from the Great Hall. It was exactly like the forest. The first time Cailee had walked into that class, she was intensely reminded of the forests at home. Oh, how Cailee loved to roam through them with Mark and Chris. Of the ten kids in her family, they were the most outdoorsy. There was a collection of animals there from throughout all the realms; tigers and bears from the mortal world, vampire bats and poisonous toads from the extraterrestrial realm, and her favorite, unicorns and satyrs from the Elves realm. The forest was such a comforting place to her. When Cailee had first walked into the classroom the day Firenze was back, she took a sharp breath. She had seen, and met, and talked with him before. But was it in her forest or his realm? She didn't remember. She was probably only eight then.

Cailee and Ron were lounging with their backs against a wide tree. Well, Cailee was lounging; Ron was sleeping with his head resting gently on Cailee's shoulder. Firenze was pointing out constellations on the ceiling, which was, at the moment, resembling the night sky. No wonder Ron had fallen asleep, then. Firenze was also showing them the way planets aligned with each other, and often crossed each others' paths, to determine someone's life.

"Mr. Weasley! Pay attention!" Firenze shouted at him. Cailee felt him jump a bit and look up. "Do not fall asleep in here, you must learn. Now, answer my question." Firenze said, stepping back.

'What was the question?' Ron thought to himself. He racked his brain trying hard to think of what had been said, but the last he remembered was Cailee saying something about her sister and Quidditch, but that had to have been at breakfast time, an hour earlier. He was willing his mind to think, but couldn't get it. What was the gosh forsaken answ—

And then it came to him. Mars and Jupiter. And it sounded like Cailee had said it. He looked over at her but noticed her mouth was shut and she was staring ahead at some couple against a tree. How was that possible? He knew she had given him the answer.

"Mars and Jupiter," he said.

"Correct. You must not have been asleep after all," Firenze said, and continued to point at the sky.

'Oh, Firenze, I was. There is something weird with this Cailee Oteropeia, and I will find it out,' Ron thought, leaning back against the tree.

Cailee started. Had she just heard that? Really heard it? Ron had guessed something? 'Cailee, just keep out, and everything will be all right. Don't listen in again, even if it was for a good reason.' She told herself; and then she made a solemn vow to herself and her family.

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Cailee was having the time of her life. After Divination, Ron had seemed to forget about Cailee being any different from him. They were now in Herbology sharing a plant with Seamus and Dean. Cailee had been at the school almost a month, and she already loved these people. They made her laugh better than Nicole could. The four were supposed to be looking after their Farce Lilies. And they were, perhaps better than other people in the class.

These Farce Lilies thrived on laughter and that was exactly what was happening at Cailee's plant. She never really realized how funny Seamus and Dean were together up till now. They were always taking funny potshots at each other, and neither one of them got offensive about it. Like, just a moment ago, Seamus and Dean imitated Lockhart and one of his undying fans. Seamus had paraded up and down the rows of plants assembled in the green house running his fingers through his hair to mess it up. He walked along pompously, and Ron thought it a rather good impression. Dean, meanwhile, was running along after him, sometimes crawling on all fours screeching, "Professor Lockhart, please sign my paper! I'm your biggest fan! You have no idea!" To which Seamus would reply, "I have thousands of fans, you're only just one. Now don't waste my time." After that, Ron took the liberty to say that Lockhart was in the loony bin, after Ron's own wand had backfired on Lockhart in their 2nd year. After he said that, Ron had to look around sharply to see if Neville had heard what he'd said. Ron, Harry, and Hermione had run into Neville at the same hospital Lockhart was in and Neville was there seeing his parents who had lost their minds at the hands of Death Eaters. Thankfully, he didn't think Neville had heard.

After that impression, Seamus proceeded to impersonate Quirrell, but one quick look at Harry's direction and he cut it out.

Seamus and Dean also surprised her by doing an ad-lib comic event. Cailee didn't think she had laughed so hard in all her life. It was amazing to see their plant transform from the droopy little thing it was at the beginning of class to the gorgeous plant it was now. Ron saw many people look over at their group and saw that many of them were guys; Ron smirked at the thought of how many of them would want to trade places with him at the moment. Ron had never really been the subject of envy, not with Harry as a friend, but since Harry and Hermione were "close friends" and spent a lot of time with each other, he really only had Cailee. And they had developed a strong relationship.

Indeed, when she had first come here, he had strong feelings for her. Her beauty had overtaken him; he was drowning in her looks. But then he had realized, and a bit sadly, that he didn't like her that much. It took him some time to figure out what the reason could have possibly been, but he decided that first, they were better off as friends and second, he wanted to get to know her before he even thought of dating her.

"Seamus! Dean! If you two cannot calm yourselves and keep your comedy to yourselves, you will be separated!" Professor Sprout said, rubbing at the temples of her forehead with her fingers.

"Sorry, Professor, but aren't we supposed to make these plants laugh? You said they thrive on the sound of laughter," Ron observed.

"I did say that, but I also told you that today your sole purpose was to transplant this vegetation into bigger pots, for the time being."

"Oh, sorry Professor," he said, and returned to his work.

"I want it quiet at your group, Mr. Weasley. Carry on as if you were in the library," Sprout said, turning to listen to something Neville had to say.