@qtpie-kyouhei said:
“I really don’t want to take Herbology this year.”
Lazily, Avery glanced over the top of the morning’s
newspaper to glance at the Hufflepuff sitting directly across him. Usually the
school’s houses were separated with one overly lengthy table each, but
breakfast seemed to be a more informal affair; students of each and every house
colour mingling with each other as they prepared for the day.
“Hm? Why’s that?”
The Gryffindor couldn’t really imagine why the other seemed
so reluctant. Personally, herbology was one of his favourite subjects.
Interesting, practical, and with a fairly laid-back attitude about the class,
it was hard to think of what was so unlikeable.
Unless…
“Ah… It’s not a Mandrake problem is it?”
Kyouhei leaned over the table, hands over his head, and pouted as if resenting the fact that he had to even think about the class he apparently despised.
“It’s not a Mandrake problem, whatever that is. I know it’s weird - with the professor being the head of Hufflepuff and all - but… there’s just something in the atmosphere that I….” He grimaced and sat up, looking just a tad sheepish.
“I kinda feel like I’m being watched? By something. Or maybe someone. It’s also kinda uncomfortable because I have hands of death, as opposed to a green thumb, and most Hufflepuffs are really good with Herbology.”