A/N: Sup. I don't have much to say this time. It's just a filler chapter, very short, I know. Also um… let's see. Oh right, I just wanted to give a big shout out to Beetle126, a faithful reader who reviews on every chapter. LOVE YOU 3

Longbottom is life

"Why can't Professor Binns just accept the fact that he's dead and go wherever ghosts go after they die?! I mean, come on, do you have to make our lives miserable even after death?"

"Harper, he's not going away any time soon, so why don't you just can it so we can actually learn something!" Marcus said, giving me a death glare.

Normally, I would have teased him for his nerdyness, but I knew the reason for his unusual attitude towards our studies. Despite my reassurances, he was beyond stressed out for his OWL's. The weight of his father's words, added with all the pressure the professors were putting on us, Marcus had become, to put it lightly, high strung. So instead of fulfilling my duty of best friend and making fun of him, I sighed and put my head on my arms and simply tried not to fall asleep (not that Professor Binns would have noticed).

As I half heartedly made some notes, I let my gaze wander to Lysander who was completely engrossed in whatever the Professor was saying. Great, I thought to myself, it'll be easier to stare at him creepily now. Then as an afterthought; I am a sad excuse for a human being. Ugh, see this is why I preferred it when he wasn't at school. I always became this awkward, creepy stalker person around him. suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking up, I saw Marcus was standing.

"I get it I told you to listen to the teacher, but we can leave now that the class is over you know", Marc said, looking at me weirdly.

"I knew that."

I quickly gathered my books and caught up with Marcus, who was waiting in the hallway. As we walked, I turned to him and asked, dreading the answer already. "What class do we have left?"

"Herbology", he replied with a grimace.

I, on the other hand rejoiced. Call it stereotypical, but Herbology came to me easily. In fact, it was a passion, or hobby of mine. I had always day dreamed of becoming a Herbology professor at Hogwarts, but quickly dismissed the thought as soon as it came. I wasn't nearly skilled enough for the job. However, the idea always niggled away at the back of my mind. The day I had shared my inner musings with my mother, she had been ecstatic. She had thought it was perfect for me and that I could easily get the job. However, that's what mothers are supposed to do. Encourage their kids even when they are talentless potatoes. Right?

"Ugh, I wonder if we can just skip". Marcus' voice brought me out my thoughts as I smiled wryly. Marc had always hated Professor Longbottom's subject. I claimed it was the elitist side of him that hated to get his hands dirty.

Looking at him sternly, I reprimanded him, "There's a Herbology OWL too, in case you forgot.

That put him in his senses.

(At the Green houses)

"All right students, I hope you're all having a nice Thursday. Since we finished with the Self-fertilizing Shrubs last time, today we are going learning about Chinese Chomping Cabbages", Professor Longbottom finished with a clap of his hands.

Beside me, Marcus groaned. "Great, another thing that chomps."

I quickly shushed him and focused on what the teacher was saying. "A lot of you must have heard of this particular plant before. That's because it's used in potion Making, so everyone better pay attention."

As the class wore on, all my attention was on the assignment, so I didn't hear the Professor walk up until he spoke, right beside me. "Well done Harper. You have quite the knack for this sort of stuff. Have you ever considered a job in the field?"

Looking up to see my teachers handsome face (A/N: and if you guys are like, 'whaaat, Neville isn't handsome', then go search up Matthew Lewis and BE AMAZED) smiling kindly at me, I blushed at the praise. "Well, I haven't real-"

"She wants to teach Herbology, right here, at Hogwarts", Marcus piped up before I could finish.

He was going to pay for that.

I blushed harder and quickly tried to negate what my snakey companion had said but before I could, Longbottom spoke. "Trying to steal my job eh?" he said, his tone light and teasing.

Crap. How do I respond to that?

"She actually thinks she's not good enough for the job. That's why she doesn't really talk about it."

Oh. Oh. Ok. Well Marcus Hopkins, I hope you said goodbye to your mother because you just signed up for a world of pain.

I quickly averted my eyes to the ground to save myself from embarrassment. "Harper."

Clearing my throat, I looked up, surprised to see my teacher's expression soft, practically dripping with sympathy. "Why would you ever think that? When I was your age, I wasn't half as good as you, you know. In fact", he said, an amused smile made its way onto his face as he remembered something from his childhood, "the day we learned of Mandrakes, I passed out. You on the other hand, worked with them like a pro."

"Thank you Sir", I said, trying not to let the praise go to my head.

"Also, I think you'd get the job in a heartbeat. No question." And with that, he walked away, correcting students on the way.

I turned slowly back to my plants, feeling elated. Did he really think so? Or was he just saying it. He was a family friend too, maybe he was just saying it to make me feel better. Who knows, I could-

"Pfft, I've been telling you that since forever. Why is it different when he tells you? Do you like him more than me or something? Because that makes no sense."

"I hate you so much Marcus."

"… I'm too cool to be offended at anything you say."

"Merlin, just kill me."