Is it really chapter 30? The time flew by…
The conflict regarding my uncle has been resolved and his ashes were scattered.
I hope you enjoy this chapter as I poured my blood and soul into it.
"Admondished"... when I put this word into this story I was like "tf does amondished mean" (I also spelt it incorrectly). I first thought that it meant grief in some way but apparently it works exactly correct in the way that it was used. Randomly, some words come straight into my head and I don't know what they mean but they're correct.
I put a Spongbob joke in here "firmly grasp it".
Like Yesterday Previously
All of their opinions on the matter were vastly different but they all made their way to the greenhouse without another disturbance.
Like Yesterday
Greenhouses
As the second-year students pushed their way through the small greenhouse door and arrived into the empty classroom, they noticed that red clay pots were placed evenly on the long oak table in the center of the room and that there were several large pots filled of dirt on the floor. There was also, however, twenty or so pots with suspiciously moving leaves placed on one of Professor Sprout's tables.
The students cautiously made their ways around the main table and avoided the broken pieces of pots on the floor. One could only guess that whatever was in the pots made the mess and not the students before be uses this was their first class of the day.
Generally, the most likely one in this situation to do some malpractice is Neville, and that was indeed the case. Neville's foot scrunched on a piece and it shattered into tiny pieces underfoot. He looked lightly admondished as he harbored a look of guilt on his face. He looked backwards to Professor Sprout coming through the doorway but she seemed to be ignorant of Neville's wrongdoing. He quickly skittered away from his misdoing and stayed behind Hermione's fluffy brown hair.
The lesson had to start quickly, as they wasted what seemed to be ten or so minutes waiting for their teacher. Also, none of the students expected for Professor Lockhart to be slow like wizard's molasses (somewhat a burden).
"Alright class," Professor Sprout started. "I realize that you've only taken Greenhouse One before but you need to realize that this is not that hard. There's really not much of a difference between them and all you need to remember is all the things that we learned in Greenhouse One, they trickle down, you see?" Professor Sprout continued on with her little spiel with only a few students paying attention.
"Listen here!" Her voice rang out. "I do not expect you to work any less hard because of Professor Lockhart. You have things to do-I expect you done by the end of the period."
There was no stir.
"I'm sure that you've already noticed the pots and soil on and around the table… you can deduce" ("Hermione what does that mean?") "that we will be planting today." Sprout's eyes had a slight tinge to them as they glanced over at Ron and Hermione. Hermione automatically stopped her speech in a microsecond.
"We're planting mandrakes today and we have earmuffs in this box. Does anyone know why...?" Professor Sprout's speech trailed off, her eyes roamed around and noticed one hand skyrocket and another slightly peeking out of their cloak sleeve.
"Miss Granger, please," she said.
Hermione took a slight breath of air before she sprouted out the answer. "Mandrakes have a deafening cry that can be fatal, however the babies' cry can only render someone unconscious for multiple hours. Earmuffs will stop us from hearing them."
"Right you are, as always," Professor Sprout stated with a smile.
"So!" She started with a larger grin. "While planting them we'll be wearing earmuffs. This is how you plant these. Now, earmuffs on!" The class grabbed a pair each and mounted them on their ears before she gingerly showed the class how to pot the mandrakes. She was slightly yelling, trying to tell the class to "firmly grasp it with your hand" but they couldn't hear so she yelled louder, "firmly grasp it", "I said, 'firmly grasp it!'"
Once the ugly baby mandrake was potted, the class took grabbed their own from Professor Sprout's table and began the "torture" as Ron called it.
The bell rang after twenty minutes of potting and cleaning up and an hour of writing a small essay of the procedure.
Hallway
Once the bell rung throughout the hall and the lands, the children made their ways to their second period classes. The second-year Gryffindors had class with McGonagall and it did not go well with Ron but it seemingly flew by quite fast.
Then, what a few certain people had been waiting for finally happened. Professor Lockhart's class.
Hermione fervently pushed Ron and Harry to get into the classroom at the first possible moment. When Transfiguration let out, Hermione would have been characterized as running off the walls. She grabbed her books with one swipe, cradled them into her chest, and swiftly grabbed the two boys by their cloak sleeves.
"Hurry up!" She said with a certain passion behind it. "I don't want to be late."
Ron had his eyebrows furrowed and he resisted against the pulling. "Hermione," Ron began, trying to stop his legs completely from moving. "We're not going to be late. We're already halfway there and we have, what? Ten or so minutes left."
Ron never fully got a sturdy hold onto the ground and was pulled into making long strides. Harry, however, felt mindful of how his cloak sleeve might possibly rip, as Hermione was putting equal force into bringing the both of them, even though Harry was not resisting.
"Fine, fine!" Ron gave up. "Just let go of me; I'll walk!"
Hermione stopped her steps and looked over her right shoulder, her fluffy brown hair moved to the side. She pondered for a small, terse moment before she let go of their sleeves.
Harry and Ron both sighed a sigh of relief.
"I'm sorry… It's just… I don't want to be late," Hermione said.
Ron shook his head and dismissed the claim. " 't's fine, 'mione."
Harry walked up the stairs before the two.
Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom
The Golden Trio were, of course, the first students in there. It was surprisingly an empty classroom, however, as Lockhart was nowhere to be seen.
There were four rows of desks which sat two per desk and five little aisles. The desks were a dark oak color and had intricate, ostentatious designs on the legs. There were also several rectangular carpets rolled out on the floor, they were a maroon color.
Their steps slightly echoed in the tall ceilinged classroom as the morning sun gleamed through the tall picture windows.
Hermione immediately strode to the seat right in front of the teacher. She fluidly sat, pulled in her chair, and placed two collapsed hands into the desk in front of her. Her face was expectant but firm.
Harry and Ron decided to sit in the farthest corner of the room, away from Lockhart's golden yellow teacher's desk.
The students came in one by one with several groups of two or three every once in awhile. The teacher, however, was still nowhere to be found.
ANOTHER CHAPTER SHALL BE UP LATER TODAY
I PROMISE
