auction - susan
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Daphne is about to scream. No matter how hard she is trying, she can't seem to get this plant to do what she wants it to do. It's a simple assignment, really. Just repot it. And if she fails, her Herbology grade is going to fail too.
Facing the plant, she tries to grab it. Instead of letting her wrap her fingers around it, it grabs her instead, wrapping its vines around her.
Just then, someone opens the door. Daphne struggles against her plant captor, to no avail.
"You have got to be kidding me," she mutters, just waiting for the person to see how bad of a Herbology fail she is. She can't even do a simple extra credit task! She struggles a bit, but the plant squeezes her and releases a goop all over her, drenching her.
Great.
"Do you need help?" a voice says. Daphne shakes her head, trying to get the goop out of her eyes. She's face-to-face with a Hufflepuff girl.
"Does it look like I need help?" Daphne asks, frowning. "I'm doing great."
The Hufflepuff walks over to her, letting out a tiny laugh. It doesn't sound mean, though — Daphne has never heard of a Hufflepuff that could be mean.
She gives the plant a scratch and it realises Daphne, dropping her to the ground. She lands flat on her feet, wiping her face off.
"Thanks," she says, meaning it.
"No problem," the Hufflepuff says with a smile. "You just need to scratch it to get it to listen," she explains.
Daphne nods, even though that seems ridiculous. Okay, whatever.
"I'm Susan, by the way," the Hufflepuff adds, sticking out a hand. Daphne grasps it, before realising that her hands are still sticky with the plant's goop. The both share a laugh at their hands, now both sticky.
"Daphne."