"They are pretty awesome," Neville said honestly, standing and dusting the crumbs off his lap. He put their trash in the bin nearby before motioning harry to follow him. The flowers were lined against the longest wall of the greenhouse, varying in color. They were tall thin plants, almost like a spider lily. Neville touched one of the pale pink ones with a smile.
"They bloom the color they are. We worked really hard to raise such a variety," Neville explained. He picked up a clipboard where he kept his notes and begin writing as he walked. "Gobbelty's fine, really," Neville assured. "He's persnickety, but we get on fine enough." Neville ticked a few notes on the pad of paper on his clipboard before setting it to the side and sitting on a stool, motioning for Harry to join him on the other stool. (To be honest, Neville often tried to transfigure them into something more comfortable, but it was proving a task. Still, he thought he was getting better.)
"Now the fun part," he said, motioning to the row of flowers. "The waiting."