— THE LOCAL GARDEN — March 8th, 1890 12:30 PM

It was a nice day outside. You were thinking of going out with your friends until you remembered - it was going to be Herbology which made you roll your eyes. It wasn't particularly your favourite subject.

—So there you were, walking with your friends to Herbology class. It was the usual shortcut until something peculiar happened.

As you walked past the gardens you saw a figure examining the flowers and other plants. That was weird, you thought. No one ever paid that much attention to such things unless they were Professor Garlick.

You got left behind a bit but you didn't care as your friends didn't even realize you weren't following and kept walking while you went towards the person.

You tapped them on the shoulder and they seemed momentarily distracted from what they were observing. They turned around and it was the wealthy Shotting, Rosena Shotting. You hadn't really talked to her but you assumed the worse. After all, who wouldn't if a rich snob was in front of you.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “Why, hello.”

Her tone was surprisingly gentle and kind.

“Did you want to look at the flowers too? They're in a bit of rough shape, aren't they?” she commented, looking back at the flowers before back at you, waiting for a reply.

You stood there stunned. Was the great "rich brat" being.. nice? But you knew you had to answer or else you would be the rude one.