Green Fingers PV Professor Boniface

School Year of 2019
Early September
Pleasant, warm weather

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The Hufflepuff had been, thus far, an outstanding student.

It wasn't that she was a particularly smart kid -- in fact, she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, not by a long shot. With that being said, what she had lacked in smarts, she more than made up for in hard work. While it was expected for a Hufflepuff to be hardworking, the real difference between Dinara and the rest of the Hufflepuffs would be that she worked hard not because of a particularly strong work ethic or anything, but rather to please the Professors who she seemed to have a mild obsession with impressing. It was no secret that the girl aimed to please people, especially ones that she perceived as being 'superior' to her in some way or another.

So far, her plan to do well in all her classes and gain the approval of the professors seemed to have worked -- it was with much pride that Dinara could announce herself to be an 'O' average student. That is, with the exception of a certain subject... Herbology.

It wasn't that Dinara disliked the subject, or that she hadn't been working hard for it. In fact, she had probably spent the most time on Herbology as compared to the other subjects (which is quite a fair bit of time, considering that the girl worked her little tushie off in order to achieve the grades that she was achieving). Plants just seemed to have a strong hatred for Dinara, her attempts to handle them often going awry.

On this fine day, the girl decided to head over to the Herbology grounds, if not to curse at the plants who were cosily sheltered within their little greenhouses. Stupid little things, always somehow finding a way to just not do what Dinara had intended. Glaring at the plants from outside the greenhouses, she stomped angrily at a rather unfortunate patch of grass in frustration. She couldn't even get in to scold the stupid plants! Damned things getting in the way of her perfect report card!

For now, Dinara settled for bullying the magical plants' less fortunate counterparts -- the poor weeds and grass that were blooming quite happily outside of the greenhouses. Stomping quite merrily, Dinara whistled out the merry tune of 'It's A Small World After All' in perfect rhythm to her thunderous stomping as she reigned havoc onto the innocent grass patches that had done her no harm.