I will always find you

GOF 6

The storm had blown itself out by the following morning, though the ceiling in the Great Hall was still gloomy; heavy clouds of pewter grey swirled overhead. Ella was sat beside Fred, his arm tightly around her waist as she, Harry, Ron, and Hermione examined their new course schedules whilst Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were discussing magical methods of aging themselves and bluffing their way into the Triwizard Tournament.

"Today's not bad outside all morning," Ron said, who was running his finger down the Monday column of his schedule. "Herbology with the Hufflepuffs and Care of Magical Creatures damn it, we're still with the Slytherins"

"Just what we need, hopefully Malfoys less of a prat this year or fingers crossed Hagrid has something that will eat him instead of just scratch him this time" Ella said as Ron smirked at her.

"You're evil sometimes" Fred whispered to her.

"I am not I'm a lovely person"

"Darling you can be evil but don't worry it's one of the things I love about you" He smirked kissing her on the cheek before he went back to his conversation with George and Lee.

"Double Divination this afternoon," Harry groaned, looking down. 

"You should have given it up like me, shouldn't you?" Hermione said briskly, buttering herself some toast. "Then you'd be doing something sensible like Arithmancy."

"You're eating again, I notice," Ron said, watching Hermione adding liberal amounts of jam to her toast too.

"I've decided there are better ways of making a stand about elf rights," Hermione said haughtily.

"Yeah... and you were hungry," Ron said, grinning. There was a sudden rustling noise above them, and a hundred owls came soaring through the open windows carrying the morning mail. The owls circled the tables, looking for the people to whom their letters and packages were addressed. A large tawny owl soared down to Neville Longbottom and deposited a parcel into his lap - Neville almost always forgot to pack something. On the other side of the Hall Draco Malfoy's eagle owl had landed on his shoulder, carrying what looked like his usual supply of sweets and cakes from home. 

"Come on let's get to Herbology" Hermione said standing up and looking at the other three who all stood as well. Fred pulled Ella to him and quickly kissed her.

"I'll see you at Lunch" He said smiling at her as she nodded and left with the others. Lee looked at Fred with a smirk. 

"So you and Ella Hope then" 

"Shut it Lee" Fred said pushing him away. 

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Ella, Harry, Ron and Hermione all headed across the sodden vegetable patch until they arrived in greenhouse three where Professor Sprout was showing the class the ugliest plants they had ever seen. Indeed, they looked less like plants than thick, black, giant slugs, protruding vertically out of the soil. Each was squirming slightly and had a number of large, shiny swellings upon it, which appeared to be full of liquid. 

"Bubotubers," Professor Sprout told them briskly. "They need squeezing. You will collect the pus"

"The what?" Seamus Finnigan said, sounding revolted.

"Pus, Finnigan, pus and it's extremely valuable, so don't waste it. You will collect the pus, I say, in these bottles. Wear your dragon-hide gloves; it can do funny things to the skin when undiluted, bubotuber pus." Squeezing the bubotubers was disgusting and Ella thought she'd actually end up being sick. As each swelling was popped, a large amount of thick yellowish-green liquid burst forth, which smelled strongly of petrol. They caught it in the bottles as Professor Sprout had indicated, and by the end of the lesson had collected several pints. "This'll keep Madam Pomfrey happy," Professor Sprout said, stoppering the last bottle with a cork. "An excellent remedy for the more stubborn forms of acne, bubotuber pus. Should stop students resorting to desperate measures to rid themselves of pimples."