Sandman
Neville hesitantly entered greenhouse two.
“ Ginny?” he called out, his eyes darting around for the familiar red head.
“ Over here,” her distressed voice floated over a row of carnivorous cacti in the desert plants area and Neville headed towards it. He’d been called down by Ron of all people who just shook his head when he sat down at the great hall and told him Ginny needed some help with a project.
When Neville turned the corner however he did not expect to see Ginny held aloft by a particularly feisty man-shaped Sand Shrub.
“ Help?” she asked weakly her face red and her skirt flipped intimidating up so Neville could see the pink stripes on her pants. Flushed red himself he shakily withdrew his wand
“ What happened?” he asked moving a step forward so the sandman didn’t react badly.
“ I was tending to it! Or trying to! It completely when nuts when I watered it!” she kicked the shrub in it’s head making a clump of wet sand fall our his ear.
“ Oi, stop aggravating it,” he groused and sent drying and warming charms at the pot of the plant, “ You need to listen in class Ginny, Sand Shrubs animate in the presence of water. Looks like you got some on Muttons as well,” he frowned at the bleating front half of the sheep topiary across the isle which was firmly stuck in place by it’s dry hind legs.
The Sandman began to calm down, lowering Ginny by degrees until she was released entirely. Neville watched as this happened and rushed to catch her, forgetting momentarily about his magic until he was seated sorely on the ground and a frustrated Ginny was in his lap.
She fixed her skirt vigorously, muttering darkly about sand in all sorts of places and wriggling about in a most distracting manner. Neville cleared his throat desperately, catching Ginny’s attention finally.
“ Oh, thank you Neville,” She leaned in to peck him on the cheek, “ You did a fat lot more than my brother,” she stood and helped him up to his feet as well.
“ Ron actually got me…” He pulled his jumper down and tried not to blush too much but failing horribly anyway.
“ Fancy that,” she tossed her hair over her shoulder and dried Muttons mid bleat, “ I think that’s about enough of Herbology I can handle for today,” she wrinkled her nose and turned back to Neville, “ Come to lunch with me?” she held out a hand for him and he wiped his sandy sweaty palm off on his pant leg before taking hers and nodding.
“ S-sure,”
“ Ginny?” he called out, his eyes darting around for the familiar red head.
“ Over here,” her distressed voice floated over a row of carnivorous cacti in the desert plants area and Neville headed towards it. He’d been called down by Ron of all people who just shook his head when he sat down at the great hall and told him Ginny needed some help with a project.
When Neville turned the corner however he did not expect to see Ginny held aloft by a particularly feisty man-shaped Sand Shrub.
“ Help?” she asked weakly her face red and her skirt flipped intimidating up so Neville could see the pink stripes on her pants. Flushed red himself he shakily withdrew his wand
“ What happened?” he asked moving a step forward so the sandman didn’t react badly.
“ I was tending to it! Or trying to! It completely when nuts when I watered it!” she kicked the shrub in it’s head making a clump of wet sand fall our his ear.
“ Oi, stop aggravating it,” he groused and sent drying and warming charms at the pot of the plant, “ You need to listen in class Ginny, Sand Shrubs animate in the presence of water. Looks like you got some on Muttons as well,” he frowned at the bleating front half of the sheep topiary across the isle which was firmly stuck in place by it’s dry hind legs.
The Sandman began to calm down, lowering Ginny by degrees until she was released entirely. Neville watched as this happened and rushed to catch her, forgetting momentarily about his magic until he was seated sorely on the ground and a frustrated Ginny was in his lap.
She fixed her skirt vigorously, muttering darkly about sand in all sorts of places and wriggling about in a most distracting manner. Neville cleared his throat desperately, catching Ginny’s attention finally.
“ Oh, thank you Neville,” She leaned in to peck him on the cheek, “ You did a fat lot more than my brother,” she stood and helped him up to his feet as well.
“ Ron actually got me…” He pulled his jumper down and tried not to blush too much but failing horribly anyway.
“ Fancy that,” she tossed her hair over her shoulder and dried Muttons mid bleat, “ I think that’s about enough of Herbology I can handle for today,” she wrinkled her nose and turned back to Neville, “ Come to lunch with me?” she held out a hand for him and he wiped his sandy sweaty palm off on his pant leg before taking hers and nodding.
“ S-sure,”