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"What's that?"
George grinned as Harry entered his workroom. Flipping the lid of the box before him open, he beckoned Harry over.
"Take a look."
George couldn't help smiling as Harry moved to stand next to him. The spicy scent that he wore drifted upwards, causing George to take a deep breath. He had to refocus, however, when Harry leant forward to peer into the box.
"Is that… Devil's Snare?"
George nodded. "Now, I know you probably have bad memories of it, but there's uses other than strangulation, apparently."
Harry glanced over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. "'Apparently'?"
Shrugging, George leant closer to take a closer look. "Ron wanted to try something for the shop. Says Neville can probably do something with it."
It took a few seconds of just standing there, watching the plant before George realised that Harry had lost interest. In fact, as he glanced sideways, he realised that Harry was much more interested in him. Grinning, he closed the lid of the box firmly.
"Not a plant enthusiast?"
"What do you think?"
George got the feeling that Harry wasn't going to be interested in the plant in a while. Or anything else, really.