Harry nodded, listening with as much interest as he could muster as he stared at the plants.
"I like the Gryffindor one," He said idly, pointing to the scarlet one. He wondered what it would look like once it opened, leaning forward on his stool a little in anticipation. "How much longer do we have again?" He asked about five seconds later, looking over hopefully at Neville. Yep, waiting patiently really was not his strong point.