THE NEXT DAY, however, Coventina felt like killing someone. Things started to go downhill from breakfast in the Great Hall. The three long house tables were laden with tureens of porridge, plates of kippers, and dishes of eggs and bacon, beneath the enchanted ceiling.

Coventina and Anastacius sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Aelora
"Good morning!" Aelora greeted cheerfully.

"Morning, Ael." Anastacius kissed her forehead and Coventina's before taking her book away from her.

"Really?" Coventina looked at him with disbelief. "Take a breath and eat." He said firmly.

"Big brother in making!" A gryffindor exclaims.

"What?" Her friend asks, "He is acting like an older brother so." She shrugs.

A big, lumpy package bounced off Seamus's head and, a second later, something large and gray fell into Granger's jug, spraying them all with milk and feathers.

"Enrol!" said Weasley, pulling the bedraggled owl out by the feet. Errol
slumped, unconscious, onto the table, his legs in the air and a damp red
envelope in his beak. "Oh, no -" Weasley gasped.

"It's all right, he's still alive," said Coventina, "When he stop breathing, we will party." She adds.

"It's not that - it's that." Weasley was pointing at the red envelope. It looked quite ordinary to Granger, but Weasley and Seamus were both looking at it as though they expected it to explode.

"What's the matter?" said Aelora.

"She's - she's sent me a Howler," said Ron faintly. "You'd better open it, Ron," said Seamus in an amuse whisper. "It'll be worse if you don't my mom sent me one once, and I ignored it and" - he gulped - "it was horrible."

"Oh, mine was worse, three in one day on the first day in Hogwarts," Sirius muttered bitterly. He try his best to hide the resentment he feel but he couldn't.

Orion shakes his head and looks at his son. "Si-" Alphard place his hand on his shoulder. "Talk to him another time." He said.

"Okay."

Weasley's whole attention was fixed on the letter, which had begun to
smoke at the corners. "Open it," Seamus urged. "It'll all be over in a few minutes -"

Weasley stretched out a shaking hand, eased the envelope from Errol's
beak, and slit it open. Seamus stuffed his fingers in his ears. A split second later, a roar of sound fiIled the huge hall, shaking dust from the ceiling.

"Everyone with sensitive earing,please cover your ears." Mortem warns, Sirius, Regulus along sude their cousins and
siblings with James and Achilles covered their ears.

"THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURE STEALING THE PRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHERAND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE -"

Mrs. Weasleys yells, a hundred times louder than usual, made theplates and spoons rattle on the table, and echoed deafeningly off the stone walls.

People throughout the hall were swiveling around to see
who had received the Howler, and Weasley sank so low in his chair that
only his crimson forehead could be seen.

Coventina quickly covered her ears with a cold glared at Weasley.

"- LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HERMIONE COULD BOTH HAVE DIED -"

Coventina had been wondering when Granger's name was going to crop up.

"-ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED - YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME."

A ringing silence fell. The red envelope, which had dropped from Weasley's hand, burst into flames and curled into ashes.

"That... Was-" Alice gulps. "Intense?" Evans guess. "Very loud." She sighs.

"Woman, for fuck sake! What is your voice made of?" Achilles groaned lowly.

"Here," James passes him a soft towel, which he accepts happily. "Thank you Malachi." He replies.

"Can I get one?" Lily asks, James was about to get one when, "Unfortunately, it all finished." Euphemia says firmly.

"Oh."

Not caring about Weasley and his problem, Coventina took course schedules and saw that they had double Herbology with the Hufflepuffs first.

Coventina, Aelora, and Anastacius left the castle together, crossed the
vegetable patch, and made for the greenhouses, where the magical
plants were kept.

they neared the greenhouses they saw the rest of the class standing outside, waiting for Professor Sprout. They had only just joined them when she came striding into view across the lawn, accompanied by Gilderoy Lockhart.

Professor Sprout's arms were full of bandages, and with another twinge of guilt, Aelora spotted the Whomping Willow in the distance, several of its
branches now in slings.

Gilderoy Lockhart,was immaculate in sweeping robes of turquoise, his golden hair shining under a perfectly positioned turquoise hat with gold trimming.

"Him again?"

"Can we just push him off a cliff?" Marlene whispers to Sirius.

"Sure!" Sirius nods quickly. "We can tell that it was gravity like-" Marlene take after him. "Gravity is natural." They smirks.

"Are they seriously planning
murder?" Remina mutters.

"It's siriusly!"

"Oh, hello there!" he called, beaming around at the assembled students.

"Just been showing Professor Sprout the right way to doctor a Whomping Willow! But I don't want you running away with the idea that I'm better at Herbology than she is! I just happen to have met several of these exotic plants on my travels ..."

"Do you know that you are bad at lying?" Sirius looks at little Lockhart in disbelief.

"Shut up, liar!" Mini Lockhart rolls his eyes. "You shut up, brat!"

"Greenhouse three today, chaps!" said Professor Sprout, who was looking distinctly disgruntled, not at all her usual cheerful self.

There was a murmur of interest. They had only ever worked in greenhouse one before - greenhouse three housed far more interesting and dangerous plants.

Professor Sprout took a large key from her belt and unlocked the door. Coventina caught a whiff of damp earth and fertilizer mingling with the heavy perfume of some giant, umbrellasized flowers dangling from the ceiling.

She was about to follow Anastacius and Aelora inside when Lockhart's hand shot out.

"Coventina! I've been wanting a word - you don't mind if she's a couple of
minutes late, do you, Professor Sprout?" Judging by Professor Sprout's scowl, she did mind, but Lockhart said, "That's the ticket," and closed the greenhouse door in her face.

"Leave my daughter alone." James clenchs his hand tightly. He hate that people keep annoying his daughter.

"Coventina," said Lockhart, his large white teeth gleaming in the sunlight
as he shook his head. "Coventina, Coventina, Coventina."

"I know my name, professor." She answered annoyed.

"Don't know when I've been more shocked. Flying a car to Hogwarts! Well, of course, I knew at once why you'd done it. Stood out a mile. Coventina, Coventina, Coventina." It was remarkable how he could show every one of those brilliant
teeth even when he wasn't talking.

"You must have mistake professor, it's was Weasley and Granger." She said. "Oh? Are you sure?" Lockhart asked nervously. "Yes."

"Stupid." Evan snickers. "So are you sometimes, baby." Barty comments.

"Really!?" Evan frowned.

"Unfortunately."

"Gave you a taste for publicity, didn't I?" said Lockhart. "Gave you the bug. You got onto the front page of the paper with me and you couldn't wait to do it again."

"What, no, Professor, It-"

"Coventina, Coventina, Coventina," said Lockhart, reaching out and grasping her shoulder. "I understand. Natural to want a bit more once you'vehad that first taste -"

"Enough!!" She shouted.

"I said that I don't want it! It was Granger and Weasley got it!? Stop fucking annoying me with your presence!" She gritted her teeth and throw his hand away.

"And never touch. Me. Again." She looked at him with cold eyes but it was different, in her green avada
eyes were hint of grey. "Never again."

"W-wow," Marlene watches with a smiles, her niece had every right to
says something against the man's words and touch.

"He was just trying to help-" Lily thought in disbelief. "She is really a brat." Severus whispers to Lily.

Fleamont shake his head, "That man need to stop pestering my grand- daughter." He thought protectively.

"Leave Prongslette alone!"

Achilles smirks, his eyes full of amusements, "Show them their place, on their fucking knees, they shall bow." He muttered.

"Malachi, your daughter is such a badass." Achilles chuckles. "Thank
you." James replies.

Without wasting time, Coventina turned her away and walked back to her class leaving behind a nervous Lockhart.

"Mandrake, or Mandragora, is a powerful restorative," said Anastacius, sounding as usual. "It is
used to return people who have been transfigured or cursed to their
original state."

"Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor," said Professor Sprout. "The Mandrake forms an essential part of most antidotes. It is also, however, dangerous. Who can tell me why?"

"The cry of the Mandrake is fatal to anyone who hears it," Aelora answered hesitately.

"Precisely. Another ten points," said Professor Sprout as Aelora smiles proudly. "Now, the Mandrakes we have here are still very young."

"She is so cute!" Alice fuss.

She pointed to a row of deep trays as she spoke, and everyone shuffled forward for a better look. A hundred or so tufty little plants, purplish green in color, were growing there in rows.

They looked quite unremarkable to Weasley, who didn't have the slightest idea what Aelora meant by the "cry" of the Mandrake.

"Everyone take a pair of earmuffs," said Professor Sprout. There was a scramble as everyone tried to seize a pair that wasn't pink and fluffy.

"When I tell you to put them on, make sure your ears are completely covered," said Professor Sprout.

"When it is safe to remove them, I
will give you the thumbs-up. Right - earmuffs on." Coventina snapped the earmuffs over her ears. They shut out sound completely.

Professor Sprout put the pink, fluffy pair over her own ears, rolled up the sleeves of her robes, grasped one of the tufty plants firmly, and pulled hard.

"I always hate those shitty plants!" Sirius groaned annoyed. "Here." Remina coveres his ers with her hands.

"Thank you." Sirius mutters and he
also covers her ears since she was as sensitive as him.

Instead of roots, a small, muddy, and extremely ugly baby popped out
of the earth. The leaves were growing right out of his head.

He had pale green, mottled skin, and was clearly bawling at the top of his
lungs. Professor Sprout took a large plant pot from under the table and
plunged the Mandrake into it, burying him in dark, damp compost until
only the tufted leaves were visible.

Professor Sprout dusted off her
hands, gave them all the thumbs-up, and removed her own earmuffs "As our Mandrakes are only seedlings, their cries won't kill yet," she said calmly as though she'd just done nothing more exciting than water
a begonia.

"However, they will knock you out for several hours, and as I'm sure none of you want to miss your first day back, make sure your earmuffs are securely in place while you work. I will attract your attention when it is time to pack up.

"Four to a tray - there is a large supply of pots here - compost in the
sacks over there - and be careful of the Venemous Tentacula, it's
teething."

She gave a sharp slap to a spiky, dark red plant as she spoke, making
it draw in the long feelers that had been inching sneakily over her
shoulder.

The first year listens attentively since they will learn it soon anyway, might
as well be well inform about it.

"H-hi," Coventina looked at the boy that spoke to them,"Yes?" She answered.

"My name is Neville Longbottom,
nice to meet you." Aelora looked at the boy. "Aelora Nikova!" She replied.

"Anastacius Peverell." Anastacius sighs, "Coventina Potter."

Neville nodded nervously, which the three have guess that he was shy or timid to talk. "Wanna help us?" Aelora asked.

"I w-would love to!" Neville smiles.

Alice smiles at her son future son getting friends. "Look James!" She said cheerfully.

"Just like in our first year." James smiles.

By the end of the class, Coventina like everyone else, was sweaty, aching, and covered in earth. Everyone traipsed back to the castle for a quick wash and then the Gryffindors hurried off to Transfiguration.

Coventina and her two friends easily did the work of professor McGonagall after making Aelora revised in the summer vocation.

Weasley was having far worse problems. He had patched up his wandwith some borrowed Spellotape, but it seemed to be damaged beyond
repair.

It kept crackling and sparking at odd moments, and every time Weasley tried to transfigure his beetle it engulfed him in thick gray smoke
that smelled of rotten eggs.

Unable to see what he was doing, Ron
accidentally squashed his beetle with his elbow and had to ask for a new one. Professor McGonagall wasn't pleased. After the bell rings, they all left.

They went down to lunch, where Weasley's s mood was not improved by Granger's showing him the handful of perfect coat buttons she had produced in Transfiguration.

"What've we got this afternoon?" said Aelora, hastily changing the subject.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Granger at once. "Why, "demanded Weasley, seizing her schedule, "have you outlined all Lockhart's lessons in little hearts?"

Hermione snatched the schedule back, blushing furiously.

Coventina hope that Lockhart get the warning because he was getting on her nerve.

"I would have never ho to class teach
by Lockhart." Sirius shakes his head.

"If he does stay away from my daughter, I will kill him myself." James thought.

"Hmfp! We did not saw my son and nephew at all!" Narcissa frowns making Lucius smile lightly.