It had been months now; Neville had been getting up before everyone else and creeping to the greenhouses while they slept on unaware. Every morning, he made sure the Spiky Prickly Plant was fed and watered. It had been hard at first, the damned thing didn't realise he had been trying to help and had filled him with spines on more than one occasion. He'd nearly used the severing charm on it and left it at that but no, he had persevered and now it was paying off.
Neville's heart thudded and jumped in his chest as he quietly pulled the wooden chair up to the bench where the plant sat. The red light of the dawn filtered through the clear glass, gently chasing away the chill of the night. The gargantuan bud on the Spiky Prickly Plant bobbed as the first light touched its delicate petals. Neville watched as the brilliant yellow folds began to unfurl. His breath caught in his throat as slowly, the neon petals rolled back. Inside, the deeper hues began to glow, announcing their presence to the wide world. The scent assaulted his nose, a strong heady smell that reminded him sharply of home for some reason. The perfect red stamen bobbed in the tranquil breeze and Neville released the breath he had been holding. It was perfect, the most beautiful flower he had ever seen.