Oh my gosh, hi! Oh this is such a privilege! Oh, sorry, I'm Lexa Starr! I got asked to introduce myself to you so, hi! Here I am! So, like I said, my name is Lexa, and I am a sixth year Hufflepuff! I am a Muggleborn, and I have a younger sister, but she isn't old enough to come to Hogwarts yet, That's a bit sad, really, as she's really excited to go. She can go next year though, so I can get to help her out a bit when I am in my last year, which is something I'm looking forward to! Anyway. I don't know what to tell about myself really. I am good in Herbology though, and people always say I am a stereotypical Hufflepuff, but that isn't so bad, is it? I at least don't think so! Well if you want to know more, you only need to ask, so let me know if you do!

I should continue with the story, right? Right. Okay. So I was helping Professor Longbottom out in the greenhouses, like I often did. I love Herbology and I am really good at caring for people and animals and plants, so it's not quite uncommon for me to be here. Professor Longbottom seems to appreciate the help and seems to like the fact someone loves Herbology so much they volunteer it, so that makes me really happy as well. Anyway, while I was working there, something really weird happened. You see, Meghan Abrams arrived at the greenhouses. And I don't really speak to her often, and I'm sure she's lovely, but it really was strange to see her here. She's really bad at Herbology you know, and that saddens me, because it's really sad and awful if you're so bad at Herbology everything dies when you work with it. So it was strange to have her here, especially since she dropped the subject.

Even stranger was, when she said she was looking for me. I was overjoyed at that, of course, because if she needed my help, who was I to say no? It certainly wouldn't be nice of me, honestly. So I shot her my best grin, which made her... grimace? a bit, but maybe something bad was going on and turning to me was her only shot. You never could know.

"Maybe it's better if you come outside," Meghan said, with a look at the plants in the greenhouse. I glanced around, and not wanting to see those poor plants die, I complied.

"That's a great idea," I said. I walked towards the door she was standing at, my hands still full of dirt, and closed the door behind me. It was better to not risk anything, really. Though I'm sure Meghan didn't do it on purpose.

"What is it you need help with?" I smiled at her. Meghan's expression seemed to turn sour, and I really didn't know what to think of it. Was it really so bad? Did someone die? Or was someone sick? I sure hoped not. It would be awful if that was the case.

"There is this... project... I'm helping someone out with." Her expression remained the same and I started to wonder if she was actually helping them against better judgement. "It has something to do with Muggle Studies and basically I need to know what sort of music Muggleborns listen to, or whatever they find romantic and how that differs from the magical community and there was also something about TV shows or something. I don't follow the subject." Meghan sighed. "But as my own taste differs a lot from the general mainstream stuff, I'd figure I'd ask someone who was sure to have a different taste from my own, so that said person has varied... stuff to look into." I nodded, thinking. I didn't follow Muggle Studies myself, as I didn't see the point, but I had heard classmates talking about TV shows. Surely I could give her some pointers? I didn't know what she needed the music for, but maybe it was for extra credits. Meghan was a Ravenclaw anyway, so it wouldn't be too farfetched to think of her helping out a Housemate.

"I like popmusic, dance music.. that sort of thing, really. And for TV shows... Days of Our Lives, or anything on TLC, that thing." I hoped that would be enough. I liked quite a few things, and while Meghan nodded, and a cat appeared near her, meowing, her expression seemed to get even more unhappy.

"Right. Fantastic. Also, Sir, shut up." She said the last bit to the cat next to her, who only meowed in response. Apparently that was her cat.

"He's so sweet, though!" I said, crouching down to the cat's level, who came to me immediately to get petted. He also started purring very loudly. I looked up in time to saw Meghan roll her eyes at her cat.

"Yeah. Right. Whatever. Anything else or was that it?" I looked at Meghan, who seemed like she didn't want to stay much longer than she absolutely needed to be, and I figured she might have work to do still. Or maybe she was just in a sour mood, which was just as sad too. People deserved to be happy.

"You asked about romantic things, right?" Meghan nodded, curtly. "Well, I'd just want a guy who's sweet and romantic and surprises me from time to time." I smiled at her. "And that was it, I think. I hope you can do something with it." I smiled again. Meghan nodded and smiled, even though it didn't reach her eyes. It made her seem much friendlier right away. She looked good that way.

"I'm sure I can. Thanks." I smiled and nodded, scratching the still purring cat behind his ears once more before getting up again.

"Not a problem. If I can help you with anything else, now or later, just let me know! If needed I can always ask some friends too."

"That won't be necessary. I think. But I'll keep it in mind." She smiled again, just a little. "Thanks," she added, before turning away.

"Okay! Oh, and by the way, you look better when you smile. You should do it more often, you know." I smiled again, as Meghan turned back around with a frown upon her face.

"Uhm. Okay. Thanks. I guess." I smiled happily at her, before turning myself to get back into the greenhouse. I had stayed outside long enough and I needed to get back to my work. I waved at her for a bit, as she was still looking at me, before I went into the greenhouse. That was another good deed done for the day, and it really made me feel very good.