Boy, did Grin love Spring! It was the best season ever. Except for Fall. And Winter. And Summer. Okay, so there was a lot she liked about each season respectively, but Spring was still her favorite. Even the name was fun: it reminded Grin of a good, loud "BOING!" sound effect, and she could never resist giggling at the noise. More than that, though, it was just beautiful. The grey turning to green, the slush of late winter turning to rainstorms, the first flowers showing their cheery heads again. The daffodil's prime was passing by April, but in the wake of her favorite Spring flowers grew more favorites: irises, tiger lillies...ooh, there was a lilac bush! She loved lilacs! And of course, dandelions were starting to wake. She didn't care if anyone called them weeds, dandelions were still pretty to her and had a nice refreshing scent. Grin made a mental note to make herself a dandelion chain garland on the way back after class.
But first was the Herbology assignment, and it sounded like a fun one. Carniverous butterflies...that was another new one. Grin was just glad it was one of the few insects that did not gross her out, since most invertabrates had that affect on her - though the larvae was another story. Those did gross her out, even if they became butterflies later on. She'd try to stick to the butterflies, and if she was lucky, maybe she could team up with another student on the larvae thing. She did have her gloves, but still. A quick glance around told Grin that she'd beat Will to class this time. She almost always used to beat him, but lately he'd surprised her by being in class ahead of her. It was impressive, the new drive of his, though it made sense. The sight of younger students spinning gnomes made her chuckle, and it tool considerable restraint not to call out, 'Swing your partner, do-si-do!' but seeing as most of these kids were from Wizarding families, she rather doubted they'd be familiar with American Muggle square dancing, and nothing killed a joke so quickly as having to explain it. Abandoning the idea, she instead picked up a net and began chasing butterflies. She did indulge herself in the bellowing of "Avast! Avast, ye butterfly!" as she chased them. She didn't know why, it was just an 'avast' kind of day. And it was really fun to yell it.