Chapter 735 - Frost Moon Ⅱ (2/2)
”I give up,” Tiffany loudly exclaimed as she shut her book and slumped back into her seat. ”I'll just finish writing the essay for Professor Sprout on Self-Fertilizing shrubs another day. I'm done!”
”Well, in that case since you have, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi open,” Bethanie began to say as she looked from her own essay. ”Tiffany, dear, then it is best to get started on essay for Professor Mortimer due on the uses of scurvy-grass, lovage, and sneezewort in potions.”
Tiffany lets out a loud groan and slumps further into her seat. She thankfully is saved by the appearance of Alchemy, who happily climbs into her l.a.p to be adored. Tiffany triumphantly stares at Bethanie as if saying, ”You wouldn't be so cruel as to ask me to shove poor, precious Alchemy off my l.a.p, now would you?”
Bethanie lets out a loud sigh of defeat as Tiffany happily pets the purring form of Alchemy snuggled in her l.a.p. Seeing Bethanie sighing Silvia stares up from her own essay and numbly says, ”The answer to your question, Bethanie is that these plants are most are most efficacious in the inflaming of the braine, and are therefore much used in Confusing and Befuddlement Draughts, where the wizard is desirous of producing hot-headiness and recklessness…”
Rowan raises her gaze from behind her book and she is not the only one as everyone turns to stare at Sylvia for the textbook answer. ”I think it's time for you to retire to bed, Sylvia,” Rowan quietly said.
”Mm, her braine has finally overheated,” Terry softly jested with a concerned expression on his face.
Sylvia wanly nodded in agreement as Tiffany passed the sulking form of Alchemy over to Terry. With the aid of Bethanie, Sylvia rose a bit unsteadily to her feet, while Rowan and Severus gathered Sylvia's things with a wave of their wands. With Sylvia's bag neatly packed, Tiffany slowly trotted after her two friends with Sylvia's schoolbag, her own, and that of Bethanie.
Seeing Tiffany crumbling under the weight of three heavy-laden school bags, Rowan casts a featherlight charm causing the schoolbags to become less heavy. ”Thanks, Rowan,” Tiffany called over her shoulder, before scrambling up the girl dorm staircase.
Glancing at the late hour, Rowan stifles a sleepy yawn. ”Well, we best all pack up and head early to bed for the evening.”
”I won't argue there,” Terry tiredly said as he gathered his things. ”I'll see you up in a bit mate,” he added, before heading up the boy's staircase towards their dormitories.
Subtly taking their cue from Terry, the rest of the Slytherins still remaining in the common room begin to pack up as well. It was Friday, and the least they could do is sleep until late on the weekend. It wasn't much, but it was something at least.