It was your third year and you were in Herbology. Today, you would be repotting Mandrakes in class, and everyone wore earmuffs, to protect your ears from the fatal Mandrake cry and thick gardening gloves.

Everyone was at their stations, and you were across from Draco. Once the professor said that everyone could begin, everyone did.

“Ah!- You little bugger..!-“ He muttered to himself after the screaming Mandrake bit his finger.