Chapter 5

"I want half a sheet on the uses of salamanders ashes in by next class." The cold dark voice rang through the classroom.

Rina packed up her stuff and got up. She looked around the classroom at the board of notes before taking her steps towards the doors, and out.

She hummed to herself as she walked slowly down the halls looking through the windows. She wondered how Criss' first divination class was. There was something different about him; she didn't know what it just was… different.

She was making her way to her next class, Herbology. She was wondering what they were going to learn this class. She went over the notes for potions over and over in her head as she stepped outside. Wet raindrops came falling and splashing on her head. She never even noticed the weather outside today.

She trudged her way through the puddles quickly to the greenhouses. Her hand held her textbooks over her head to prevent from getting too wet. She entered greenhouse 7 to see she was the first one in there. She shook her head to let the small raindrops fall to the ground.

Rina noticed some rustling around in the back as she put her books down in front of her. Criss came from the back to the class area.

"What are you doing here?" she asked him. "Weren't you in Divination?"

"I was but then I though I had Herbology next so I came here. Professor Longbottom told me class is canceled."

It was extremely rare when class was cancelled. She just thought the sixth year was trying to fool her "Why would that be?"

"Big leak in the ceiling over in the plant room. Sort funny. The whole was right above the plants that would go berserk if water touched them. So he couldn't go get the plants needed for the class."

"Oh, okay." That was understandable. It was rather rare when they cancelled a class but I guess the professor just didn't want anyone hurt. "Well I guess I will see you later than."

She walked out of the greenhouse as Criss waved to her. Wait, what was he doing in the back in the first place.

She walked back into the greenhouse. "Criss?" He was gone.