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Freya sat cross-legged atop an overturned crate near a bench crowded with potted plants, her Herbology textbook spread open across her lap. A roll of parchment rested beside her, already littered with notes, corrections, and several frustrated scribbles she had long since crossed out.
Herbology was not impossible. That was what she kept reminding herself.
But it just simply wasn't Defence Against the Dark Arts.
DADA made sense. Dark creatures, defensive spells, practical applications—those things came naturally. Plants, however, had an irritating tendency to blur together in her memory. Every time she thought she had finally memorized the identifying features of one species, another appeared with nearly identical leaves and a completely different set of hazards.
Freya frowned down at a diagram.
"Ovate leaves..." she muttered to herself, comparing the illustration to a specimen growing nearby. "Or was it heart-shaped? No. Ovate."
The plant seemed unimpressed by her efforts.
A slender tendril brushed against the edge of her parchment, curling lazily around her quill. Freya gently unwound it and nudged it back toward its pot.
"Don't start."
Sighing, she returned to her notes. Turning another page, she studied a section on magical plant life cycles. While she was preoccupied, the vine responded by reaching for her again.
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