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Freya's eyes followed each feature as he pointed it out, her attention gradually shifting from the vine's attempted theft to the young Venomous Tentacula itself.
"Oh." The sound escaped before she could stop it.
The silver veining was obvious now that someone had pointed it out. So were the paired tendrils. It was mildly irritating how quickly the differences became apparent when explained by someone who actually knew what they were looking at.
"I hate that you've just made more sense in thirty seconds than this entire chapter." She tapped the edge of her textbook accusingly.
The way he'd redirected the vine without hesitation, identified it almost immediately, and explained the differences in terms she could actually understand made something click into place.
He had somehow taken information she'd spent twenty minutes staring at and made it stick in significantly less time. That seemed... potentially useful.
Freya briefly glanced at the nearby seedlings pushing through soil, climbing vines wrapping around supports, leaves unfurling into fresh frondescence. A pause followed when Freya returned to the boy and studied him for a moment, a thoughtful look replacing some of her earlier frustration.
"So," she said, resting her chin atop her notes, "hypothetically speaking..."
That tone usually meant she was already considering something.
"If someone happened to be terrible at Herbology revision, and someone else happened to identify plants faster than most, how difficult would it be to convince the second person to help the first one study?"
The corner of her mouth twitched.
"Because if you tell me you've memorized every plant in this greenhouse from seed to germination to full-grown menace, I might decide you're worth borrowing before O.W.L. exams."
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