LindaBros

 Lily It was on one long February day, when the wind howled blustery and cold through the Whomping Willow to the lake beyond, that Professor Sprout was approached with a most peculiar request. Classes had finished for the day, allowing her some much-needed time to deal with a particularly troublesome weed that was threatening to take over Greenhouse Three. The plant, a variation of clover that had apparently bred with a variation of Devil’s Snare, curled up and around the greenhouse, strangling other plants, and managing to crack a piece of glass. The breeze from the lake whistled in through the hole like a dying cat; already, several m