#16 A Spare Pot

William tries to knock calmly, keeping all his emotions in check but as soon as he heard the bark, he was ten feet away from the door. It was almost instinct; He didn't even realize what had happened. The next moment Hagrid was standing in front and behind him Fang.

Fand was smaller than the dog in his old memories, who used to chase him away as a little boy, but the bark reminded him of that day only. He could feel his hands hair standing, not because of the cold weather. He covered himself with his jacket, trying to calm himself.

"Hi, Hagrid," He said, but his voice was still shaky, and he didn't like it. He took another deep breath and tried to talk normally. "I just needed a spare pot for planting a seed." He said. His voice was better, but his eyes fixed on Fang. He knew Fang was not dangerous, he had never done anything wrong, but the fact that he reminded him of his past couldn't help.

"And please keep him away from me." He added. His voice sounded almost like a little child. He again composed his voice and added in a normal tone, "I mean, if you could keep inside the hut."

'Reckon I have one here somewhere, one moment,' Hagrid headed into the house, retrieving a garden pot and filling it with fresh soil. Fang eyed William while he did so. 'Here yeh go.' He heavily deposited the pot into the Slytherin's arms.

Hagrid was quite confused, glancing at Fang and wondering why anyone would insisted he remained indoors. It was quite cold out, but nothing Fang wasn't already used to. The boy seemed nervous though, and Hagrid recalled that this was a Doren kid. Ah, that made sense.

And as if on cue, the youngest Doren arrived as well. 

'Not teh worry,' Hagrid kindly assured them. 'Fang's as dopey as they come. A right coward, too. Gentle as can be. Yeh got nothing teh fear from him, apart from slobber if yeh become friends.'

He glanced at Charlotte. 'Yeh after a garden pot too?' he wondered, ready to assist the young Ravenclaw with another pot -- or something else, if her intention was different from her brother's. 

Fang eyed them both, then whined. He lazily dropped to the floor for a nap.

William didn't realize that somebody else was also there. He turned to notice Charlotte behind him. She looked nervous and scared, and he knew the reason for that was the dog in front of them. It was not a good thing to show weakness in front of others, and that's why he was glad that she wasn't here when he sounded so nervous.

He didn't like her to be that scared and hoped it would be better if she wasn't here when fand was. Probably she would have come after Fang was asleep or something else. He wanted to help her calm down, so he tried the only way he knew. "Good Morning, Charlotte." He said with a fully confident voice and a little smile and hoped that it would give more confidence to her too.

Hagrid went inside to take a pot while Fang eyed him. He also stared into his eyes, trying his best to stay in proper posture knowing his sister was behind him, but in the truth, he was too scared. The pot was heavy, but William held it tightly in his arms. "Thanks, Hagrid."

Hagrid's words were correct, and William knew it. The dog was always silent whenever he came near the hut, but William was scared of his memory more than the actual dog. The dog made a scary voice and went to sleep. William was working on his task, but he thought of maybe staying for a minute or two, so Charlotte could get her pot too. Even though the dog was asleep, he decided against leaving Charlotte here alone.

When William said Good Morning, she looked over at him and gave him a weak smile before she looked back at the massive man that went inside his hut. Charlotte wasn't waiting long before she had a rather large and heavy pot placed in her arms. She furrowed her eyes brows as she got her balance and then looked up at the man.

"Thank you, Mr. Hagrid," she said before she glanced behind her and still saw William there. Was he waiting on her? Why? He had never really waited on her before. She returned to the man at present though and shook her head before she left and headed back to the path that lead to the castle.

"Are you... going to the greenhouse too?" She asked in a proper tone as she joined her elder brother.

Charlotte nodded towards her brother and looked ahead as they moved up the castle. He had longer legs than her, but seemed to walk just slow enough for her to follow him. She felt herself watching the path as they moved, her eyes a little down before she looked over at him. What if he was taking mental notes for their parents, hoping to tell them what she was doing. Would they punish her for being outside the castle? She wasn't allowed outside at home and she felt a small wave of panic take over her.

"I didn't know you were interested in herbology," she said calmly as she walked, not sure why she was speaking to him at all. Yes, she was his sister, but they barely spoke at home. Yet, here they were walking together. She still walked as proper as she could, trying to not fall with the heavy pot.

Charlotte looked ahead at his answer. She didn't know him well, but that sounded like him. He was always one she noticed who studied. She shrugged a little at his question towards her. Did she like Herbology? It was kind of nice, the plants were pretty and they had good benefits when you harvested them. From everything she had read, it was an important skill, though she doubted her parents would believe the same.

"I have found it very interesting and it seems very useful," she said in her usual proper voice as they walked. She enjoyed talking and getting to know the people she spent time with, but it was hard for her when she was around her family. Maybe William and Elizabeth got to hang out in their common room? She was stuck away from them. Maybe they liked it that way? Both of them were a year apart, she was a few years apart.

Maybe they didn't want to deal with a younger sibling?