Ace Longbottom was one of the first in the greenhouse and was so set on finding a good spot on the front that she had to be reminded by another student to grab an apron. It was with a dark glower in that unfortunate soul's direction that she slipped back to the front to collect her apron. She reached behind her to tie the laces but one had knotted up and she let out a low curse as her fingers fumbled.
Silently, another student grabbed the laces and unknotted the one. Ace jerked around but Molly Weasley firmly turned her around again to tighten the apron strings.
"Didn't need your help," Ace muttered. Molly lifted an eyebrow and shrugged, finishing the knot and pulling on her own apron. Ace, irritated by Molly's lack of response, said, "Where's Tweedledee?"
Molly blinked her eyelashes and pulled on a look of exaggerated ignorance. "Who do you mean?"
A snicker sounded behind the Ravenclaw. "I heard they told Richards she couldn't take any courses with any dangerous plants."
Molly turned slowly, that Weasley spark of danger in her eyes. Ace scoffed and took her place once again, eyes trained on Professor McKillon.
Groups of three. Ace hated nothing more than groups. She began to casually scout the rest of the class for allies.
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