Scott was proud of the work he had done during his first semester, but it definitely didn't come without the tears. Learning magic was difficult especially when he had never known it existed outside of fairytales and fantasy novels. The castle was large, but a lot of it was dark and creepy to Scott. He tried to spend as much of his free time as possible in a cozy corner of the Hufflepuff common room or outside getting fresh air. Today had been rather uneventful, but he was feeling the encroaching feeling of homesickness. This was the first time he had been away from home for so long and with it all being unfamiliar, some days were harder than others.
Deciding to walk alongside the lake, Scott put his hands in his pocket and looked around. There was a lot of beautiful scenery at Hogwarts and he hadn't really explored all of it. The forbidden forest was completely forbidden, so he hadn't even gone in there. He could only imagine the sort of punishment he would get from the school let alone his mother, who wouldn't be happy at him even thinking about going in there. Turning away from the lakefront, he looked around some more. Scott spotted a rose bush and looked at it quizzically. He hadn't noticed it before.
Roses, like most other plants and flowers, reminded Scott of home even more. His grandmother had very large, beautiful gardens that she was quite proud of and spent most of her time in. A bittersweet smile formed across his cheeks as he made his way to the lone rose bush. The bush was just like his grandmothers and he reached out to touch a petal on a rose when a quiet voice sent a shock through his body and his hand retreated from the bush. With a furrowed brow, he walked around to the front of the bush to find the source of the voice. It's a rose bush. I don't think it protected anybody. Maybe it's a magical rose bush?
Scratching the back of his neck, Scott gazed down at the girl who he recognized from his year. "Hello." He said anxiously, he didn't like interrupting people. Looking back at the bush, he examined it, wondering why there was just one rose bush. Maybe it is magical. Scott didn't like asking about magic to other students for fear of being made fun of. "It's a cool rose bush." He stumbled his words, hoping that was a normal thing to say about the bush.