Harry left his stool behind as the first blossom opened, his face only inches from the pale green flower as it opened and revealed its glowing center. A soft 'ooooh' escaped his lips and he shifted slightly to watch each new blossom open. The scarlet one was still his favourite as its glowing red center was exposed to him.
"These are amazing, Nev. Really," He murmured, grinning up at his friend in amazement. "Not nearly as interesting as mimble numble tony whatsawhosee, but pretty damn cool." He was teasing Neville, but he honestly couldn't remember the exact name of that awful pus-filled plant Neville had carried around their 5th year.