"Have a big list do you? I wanted a broom, but got the cat. I guess my Mum is holding the new broom hostage, to ensure I get at least 5 OWLs. My Dad got seven though, so I'm going to try for that. I think I can get an A in History, it's just Potions that worries me."
There were a few other students in the greenhouse, but but none in the fifth year section where he kept his geranium. He stroked the petals when he approached the bench, remembering that Uncle Neville said it was always good to be nice to the plant.
"Well, it was after curfew wasn't it? And besides, sneaking is fun. You'll have to try it sometime." He grinned at her as he started pruning the leaves. "And I'd love to come for cake. Will it be chocolate?"