Chapter 2!

This is a filler chapter,, but please enjoy anyway!

Forgot the disclaimer on chapter one, so nothing belongs to me, J. K. Rowling is a genius!

Sometimes you should just shut up and listen.

"Hey, Lily."

"Hi Cynthia."

Cynthia was trotting to catch up with me, her short gold hair framing her face perfectly.

"Ready for Herbology? I heard that my mom's old friend, Neville Longbottom, teaches," I said awkwardly, trying to make conversation.

"Cool."

"But I also heard we have to stay in Greenhouse One."

"Oh, lovely," she muttered. Greenhouse One was known for having a bunch of boring plants in it, and nothing remotely fun.

She looked up from the book she'd been pouring over as we stepped onto the sunny grounds. "It says here that-"

"Oh look! It's a little dog."

"That's not a dog, it's a niffler," she laughed, "Take off your watch, quick!"

"Why?"

"They like shiny things," she explained, leafing through her book, as the small fuzzy creature pounced on a seventh year covered in jewelry. "I can't imagine why one's out here, though."

"How did you know it was a niffler?"

"Just did."

Ah. Of course.

Greenhouse One was actually more interesting than you might expect. There were pots full of bright yellow flowers that tried to hop out of their container, vines growing up the walls that had little purple pods constantly swelling on them, and a giant pink flower in the middle of all the little tables set up for students, that opened its petals apart once in a while and let out a sigh.

I was sitting at a table with Brooke, Cynthia, and Carly. Carly's curly brown hair was falling into one of the pots of what looked like little green twigs that we were studying.

Professor Longbottom came over to our table just as Carly screamed like the little girl that she was. (She's petite, but actually one of the oldest first years.) We didn't need to ask why.

The twigs had all suddenly shot forward several inches out of the soil, and giant blue blooms had burst out all over them. Juice had also squirted out, which was the reason Carly had screamed, for it had hit her full in the face.

I honestly wasn't concerned, and apparently neither was Brooke, because she burst out giggling, and pulled the plant away from the now nearly hysterical Carly.

"And that class, is the reason it is called the "Fountain Plant"," Prof. Longbottom explained, because the whole class was watching by now. "You won't have any homework, since it's the first day, but I doubt your other teachers will be so kind. Don't worry, Miss Mython, it isn't poisonous, and it washes right out of clothes."

"But-but-it burns," she whimpered.

Brooke snorted.

"I think-" started the Professor, but was cut off.

"Ooooh, what if I have to go to the Hospital Wing my first day?"

"I really don't thi-"

"Oh no, I'll be known forever as the stupid girl who was covered in plant ooze. Shut up, Brooke!"

Brooke couldn't suppress her giggles, and I wasn't sure I would be able to for much longer. Cynthia was just watching, smirking to herself.

"Now, it's alright-"

"No it's not!"

Thankfully, the bell rang, and Carly ran out the door, muttering about horrors I could only begin to imagine.

When Cynthia, Brooke, and I finally caught up to her outside Transfiguration, the first words out of Cynthia's mouth were, "You should have just shut up and listened."

We all burst out giggling, except of course Carly.

This chapter was basically just to get to know some of the girls, and so Neville could appear.

Review! Or I shall become as hysteric as Carly.