#22 - Raindrops

Once Transfiguration was done, Thorne practically sprinted from the classroom, uncharacteristically fast. He'd finally harvested some new plants earlier in the morning, which meant he was one (1!) ingredient away from being able to turn in his potions kit. The school year winding down meant, well, he wouldn't have a chance this year but...

Wouldn't it be nice to be able to practice independently next year?

The rain wasn't exactly pleasant, but the weather was warm enough that at least it didn't chill him to the bone as he made the long trek around the lake towards the grassy planes around the big beech tree. He'd loved that tree since the first day here - it reminded him of all the massive old trees growing around his home.

So it seemed like the best place to start, even if it wasn't the most convenient.

Once he arrived in the stretch of flat, rain-dewy grass, he hung his satchel on a low branch so it would stay a bit dryer than if he kept it on, and started looking around. It was so damp, after all, surely there had to be mushrooms or toadstools or something useful around here somewhere!