Lily Lily Lily8 years ago in General Fiction
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It was on one long February day, when the wind howled blustery and cold through the Whomping Willow to the lake beyond, that Professor Sprout was approached with a most peculiar request. Classes had finished for the day, allowing her some much-needed time to deal with a particularly troublesome weed that was threatening to take over Greenhouse Three. The plant, a variation of clover that had apparently bred with a variation of Devils Snare, curled up and around the greenhouse, strangling other plants, and managing to crack a piece of glass. The breeze from the lake whistled in through the hole like a dying cat; already, several mandrakes had shrivelled up in their pots, exhausted from the unnaturally cold temperature that was threatening their home.
Off, Sprout said hotly, her chubby cheeks going red as she gave a hard tug at one of the vines. The plant fought, then yielded with a snap; more glass shattered, and the Herbology professor tumbled backwards.