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Herbology Lesson 1: Herb Spirals Bright and early on the first day of classes you find yourself heading to the greenhouses after having your first breakfast with the Beauxbatons students. Your first class, a lesson for all Herbology students regardless of year level, is scheduled to begin at 8am sharp. |
Who's BRIGHT idea was it to have a lesson at 8am?! Fortunately, Carsyn did okay with Herbology classes up until this point in her Hogwarts education but that didn't make early morning lessons any easier.... The fourth year found herself munching on a bran muffin as she trekked along to the greenhouses because she was out of time at breakfast. Despite wanting to keep looking at some of the fine looking French boys, being late on the first day of classes was never a good sign. Just before entering the greenhouses, the brunette shoved the rest of the muffin into her mouth. Chew. Chew. Chew. Oh. Putting her things into a cubby, labeled with 'CARSYN ROSE, GRYFFINDOR'. "Morning, Professor Beryl" it was too early to say if it was a good one or not. Oooh if the bran didn't wake her up, the sweet aromas coming from herbs were working their way to her senses and perking her up. "Is that ... Peppermint?" She was pretty sure something minty was in the air. Or it was just someone's toothpaste? |
Fiona was feeling quite irritable. She wasn't into early morning starts so an 8 am lesson did annoy her quite a bit. Also, the fact that she and her housemates were sleeping in a decked-out broom closet didn't help her mood. Although, looking on the positive side, no Beauxbatons students to share with. Ipso facto, she did feel a bit relaxed and did sleep after the feast. Putting on an expression of calm, Fiona entered the greenhouse and placed her items into a cubby which she labelled, "Fiona Jenovick. Slytherin First Year." She grabbed her journal and two quills and started to head towards a seat but before sitting down, she said with a polite smile, "Good morning, Professor Beryl! Is that er..rosemary that I can smell?" Fiona had no idea as she sat down. She lived in New York until a year ago and herbs didn't feature largely in her day-to-day life. |
One habit that Claudine had inculcated as a habit in her life was rising early so it was not an issue for her to be at the Herbology lesson, the very first one of her first year, fifteen minutes before the time the lesson was due to begin. ''Good morning,'' the first year said to the Professor and for anyone else who cared. The aroma of herbs greeted her and she thought she recognised one or two. What her thoughts were, she did not say out aloud. Who needed to talk when it wasn't necessary, anyway? The Snakette retrieved her journal and the other needed writing equipment before carefully setting her bag into a cubby hole. One it read: Claudine Blaze. Done with that, she moved to a seat in an attempt to remain by herself for as long as possible. |
Her FIRST actual lesson, oh it was all very exciting for the little redhead as she entered the greenhouse. Faye's mood was immediately lifted at the very familiar smell of Eucalyptus protruding her nostrils once she caught it. It was definitely one of her favourite smells, thanks to her father who liked to use it to help him feel less stressed before or after a Quidditch match. However, that did give her a quick moment of feeling homesick thinking about her father then her mother right away. BUT, it was alright, she would be seeing them when it was time to return for the holidays, yes? Nevertheless, she proceeded forward looking towards the top of the U shaped table in the room where she set her eyes on the Professor waiting for the arrival of the rest of the students before the lesson began. She smiled politely before speaking trying to contain her excitement, "Good morning Professor.." Giving a proper bow of her head before she soon turned to find a seat, quickly getting settled and pulling out her parchment and quill as instructed by Professor Beryl. It was then that she caught the whiff of another scent, it was unmistakably Jasmine, her favourite scent! Wow, she would certainly not mind spending a day in here trying to pinpoint and discover as many fragrances as she could! Would that be alright Professor Beryl? Hmmm? |
A morning person Gemma was not. A restless night sleeping in the broom closet had done nothing but stress her out. Hopefully this Hogwarts mess would be sorted out soon enough so she could finally see the real Slytherin Common Room. 'Why would they make a class this early? Who truly wanted to wake up right now and focus let alone teach,' she thought to herself. As Gemma walked into the Greenhouse she was affronted by all the smells. "Good morning, Professor." She tried her best to muster up a cheery voice, who knows if it actually worked. She quietly found and labeled her own cubby, before pulling out her journal and grabbing something to write with. Leaving her bag in the cubby she went and sat near the two other Slytherins. |
Stella was usually a morning person, but for some reason she wasn't at all this morning. Maybe it was that she wasn't at Hogwarts and had no clue where she was at, and her friends and stuff were all over the place, she was a bit sad over it. Sighing to herself she made her way to the Greenhouse, she wondered if they were going to have classes with the Beauxbatons students or not, that would be pretty cool. Although she was going to make the best of this year but in all honesty she was missing her second home away from home all too much. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she took cubby and simply wrote her name. Retrieving her journal from her bag, she looked up at the Professor and smiled warmly at her. "Good morning Professor Beryl lovely morning isn't it, is that peppermint I'm smelling?" Seeing her dormie as always she smiled taking a seat beside her. "Hey Carsyn." SPOILER!!: name below! |
Jillian is a morning person. It's a habit she had for as long as she can remember. She loves waking up as early as 5 AM sometimes just to go out and do some morning exercises, mostly yoga. And maybe brew herself a cup of tea--- She sounds like an adult but this has always been her early morning routine. Ready for class, she made her way outside and into the greenhouse. First lesson for this term is Herbology. It makes sense. Herbology and in the morning goes well together. Jillian can't be too sure as to what they will learn for today but hopefully there will be no digging. The place smells nice... aromatic to be exact. "Good morning, professor" she said, giving Professor Beryl a soft smile and after labeling her name into her stuff she placed her it into the cubby hole. Taking her writing materials with her as she finds herself a seat. |
Josie walked in and smiled at the professor, "Good morning, Professor." She smiled and went over to the cubbys and snagged one of the ones on top before shifting through her things trying to find what she would need... but nothing was on the board... How was she supposed to know what to take out? Especially when she apparently didn't have the best green thumb... |
Hi Carsyn, Stella... After a quiet night’s sleep in the infirmary ward without throwing up Cole had been given an okay by Professor/Beryl to attend the first day of classes. He was weary of potential stares and whispers, but with breakfast in his stomach and a positive feeling Cole went down to the greenhouses. Soon enough something other than him would be the talk of the corridors, hopefully. With his backpack slung over his shoulder the blond fourth year entered over the doorstep to the greenhouse spotting his cousin right way along with a few other student’s including Stella and Claudine. Turning his attention to the professor he said cheerily "Good morning Professor Beryl," for the second time that morning before he sniffed the air. "Is that honeysuckle herbs that i smell in the air?" Making his way over towards Carsyn and Stella he took out the writing material and journal required before he stored his backpack in a cubby that he labeled. ’COLE VANCE, GRYFFINDOR’. Turning to the girls he took the empty seat at the table on Carsyn’s vacant side saying ”Morning Carsyn and Stella! Are you excited to start classes?” The honeysuckle smelled like his grandmas favourite perfume. |
As was probably obvious to anyone who looked at him, Kaiser had not slept. This wasn't exactly new, he'd suffered with insomnia since he was thirteen years old, after all. Still, it never got any less frustrating. Kaiser had spent most of the night staring up at the canopy of his bed, tired from the long day but not even remotely close to sleep. In the end he'd given up on even trying, and spent the rest of the night reading by wandlight; luckly they still had curtains around their beds so he hadn't disturbed anyone else. Probably. Sleep or no sleep, classes were a thing that he had to go to, and here he was, in a lesson that he was, uh... not great at. Finding the place hadn't been too difficult - the fact that they had Herbology strongly suggested that they would need to head out to the grounds, at least - but even Kaiser, who had an excellent sense of direction, did not instinctively know the way to a place he had never been before. After a bit of accidental exploring, he arrived at the greenhouse assigned to Hogwarts well before the lesson started. Searching for individual classrooms later would be an interesting experience; at least when he'd started at Hogwarts his dorm-mates had already been at school for two years, meaning he could just use them for guidance. No such luck here. "Morning," Kaiser greeted Professor Beryl once he had entered the greenhouse, before going ahead and stowing away everything bar the items he needed for the lesson. Having labelled the, uh, 'cubby hole' with a quickly scrawled 'Kaiser', he went to take a seat with everyone else. Also, the herbs? Just smelled like plants. Kaiser wasn't even close to adept at identifying herbs by scent OR sight, and really just defaulted to calling all of them 'plants' in his head. He wasn't about to go declaring that for the entire room, either, and so opted to stay silent. |
Blake was rather nervous ... this was it.. the real deal, real lessons were beginning and he was officially starting his magical journey (even if it wasn't at Hogwarts). He grabbed put his stuff in one of the little cubbies that were available and wrote Blake Ryan as neatly as he could. Taking out a journal which was empty for now, and quill and sat down at the table. The room did in deed smell nice, he looked up at smiled at the professor but kept his mouth shut, he didn't want to seem foolish before class had even started, as for what herbs there were in front of him he wasn't sure. Were muggle herbs and wizard herbs the same??? He thought he recognized one as 'sage' something his mother had used in the kitchen before, but that was assuming wizards used herbs like sage ... he could be completely wrong. |
Naya was excited for her very first class at her new school.......well, her new substitute school. She felt some relief because everyone would be experiencing something different today, not just her. On the other hand, Naya hoped she hadn’t gotten on the professor’s bad side because of the ginger candy incident. Trying to put that out of her mind, she entered the greenhouse. “Good Morning Professor”, Naya said, once inside. She found an empty cubby and quickly labeled it with her name. Reaching into her backpack, Naya took out her journal and quill. Then she placed her Herbology materials and bag inside the cubby. Heading for the first empty seat she could find, Naya quickly surveyed the room. “Hi Jillian”, she said softly, as she passed her train buddy. Then seeing Cole, she waved and mouthed “I hope you’re feeling better.” Finally at her seat, Naya sat down and arranged her things on the table in front of her. Now taking a moment to savor the aromas and look at the herbs on the table, she raised her hand. Professor, is there basil over there?” |
For a change, Dorian had not been found taking a morning run outside before classes started , a thing he usually did. But as it was the very first day, he had decided to sleep in. That did not mean he wasn't wide awake though and as the Ravenclaw entered the greenhouse he straightened his tie using the reflection of the glass as a mirror and looked down to see if his badge was still on. It was. Nice and perfectly straight on his uniform. He had to admit, the greenhouse had a great smell to it and he could have sworn that one of the plants was peppermint. Before he took a seat somewhere, Dorian turned his attention to the Professor as she gave out instructions while standing near the blackboard. He followed them and as he took out his notebook and pen from his bag, he placed it in a cubby before writing his name on it. "Professor Beryl, good morning" he greeted politely before he turned around to find a seat. That was before he remembered a thing that he had wanted to ask her and he turned back around with half a twirl. "Professor, could i have a word with you after class is over?" he asked. |
The early morning start time didn't bother Tina a bit. She was used to waking up early. Besides, she was so glad to be back at Beauxbatons that the lesson could've been held at midnight, for all she cared, and she wouldn't have complained. She made her way to the smallest greenhouse, looking well rested and ready to go, her materials organized neatly in the bag slung over her shoulder. Hmm… she didn't expect to have the lesson here; this area had always been used for storage before. She thought they'd share one of the bigger greenhouses with the Beauxbatons students. Not that she was complaining, just surprised was all. As Tina entered the greenhouse, a strong, but not unpleasant, smell hit her nostrils. Was that peppermint? Or maybe rosemary? The various scents of the herbs on the table sort of blended together, so it was harder to identify them individually. "Good morning, Professor Beryl," she greeted, nodding politely as she passed. She removed her journal, quills, and ink from her bag before gently placing it in the nearest empty cubby. On the label she neatly wrote her name,year, and house: Tina Dantes, 7th year Ravenclaw. She even dotted the I with a tiny drawing of a butterfly, as she always did. Her things safely packed away, Tina took the nearest open seat and peered at the herbs on the table as closely as she could without getting up, hoping to correctly identify as many as possible before class started. |
Early mornings where he had to be attentive. Solid. His eyes were awake but his stomach felt empty still even after grabbing breakfast with the beauxbatons students. He had taken his usual morning run. Sticking as close to the building as possible because he did not need to be late to class on the first day. As he walked into the room he noticed a ton of the new students were already in their seats. At least they were bright eyed and mostly bushy tailed about the whole experience. He was just looking to pass his classes, play some quidditch, and absolutely pass his NEWTS. Because he needed something for after Hogwarts right? He heard Beryl mention they needed a cubby for their things. Taking out his marker that he kept in his bag for occasions just like this. He quickly wrote his name house and year out of habit and slung his stuff aside from his journal and pen in the cubbie. Turning back around he noticed Kaiser, Tina, and Dorian in the room nodding his head at them he greeted Professor Beryl, “Morning Professor! Mm smells like some spearmint to me.” At least he hopped it was because if it wasn’t then his work with his grandparents over the summer was pointless and he learned nothing. |
A class that started at eight in the morning?! No, thanks. Lucas let out a small yawn before entering the small greenhouse. It was weird, trying to get used to an entirely new place. And sharing dorms did nothing for how anxious he was feeling about this entire setup, which was probably the reason why he didn't get a lot of sleep until, what felt like, the last minute. But the greenhouse smelt...... nice. Stimulating, even. Any smells of dirt or earth was overrun by the smells of herbs on the smaller table over there. Huh. He shrugged to himself and turned towards the Professor, instead. "Morning, Professor." No freaking out over runes or rune cookies today, that was for sure. The next point of business was to find a, uh, cubby hole, as Beryl was calling them. He placed his gear inside the hole as best as he could before labelling it with a simple 'Lucas Dakest'. There. Turning around, he moved over towards the nearest seat and started taking out his writing equipment. Beryl had said something about allergies but he was choosing to ignore it. Butterscotch had nothing to do with Herbology so he had nothing to worry about. Now. The herbs. Lucas craned his neck, maybe even sat up a liiiiiittle bit straighter to get a better look. Mint was a popular one and he knew which one that was but some of the others hadn't been mentioned so he was trying to concentrate on those ones, instead. Like that one over- ..... oh! The hand went up in the air before he asked, "Professor, is that one coriander? That one over there?" |
Alessandro was well into his morning routine when he made his way to the greenhouses. And upon entry, was inundated with so many smells, he wrinkled his nose. He looked around the criminally small greenhouse as he stored his items and wrote his name on a free cubby. Not for the first time since arriving at Beauxbatons, the Hufflepuff thought how Durmstrang might have been the superior choice. Here, he was forced to endure mixed year classes with regularity, an actual army of first year students (seriously, it was as if every British couple had a child in 2088), and share dorms with the French. He tried not to seem so irritated by the whole affair, which was not that difficult-- considering, Alessandro was quite taciturn. With a polite nod, he addressed his professor, "Good morning, Professor Beryl." Then, roamed through the room trying to identify the cacophony of smells. |
8am wasn’t that bad. The Slytherin never knew why anyone would make such a fuss about starting classes half an hour earlier - it just meant they were out of bed, up and ready. More productivity. Or something like that. Unless they were falling asleep like some of her classmates were doing. She always did wonder how they could walk with their eyes closed. Perhaps they charmed their shoes? Unsure. Might need to look into it. But. Not now. Now, it was time for the first lesson of the new year, with Professor Beryl. Grinning as she moved into the Herbology space, she looked around and gave it a nice smile and a nod. Yup. This was nice. Cosy. She liked it. Scribbling ‘Holly Tamesis’ only a tag, she picked out one of the higher cubbies as she’d had a growth spurt over the summer and stored her bag after talking out her journal and quills. Slipping into a space next to some of the Slytherin’s, she gave a small smile to a few of her other friends as she once again looked around the room. Writing her name, house and year on her plaque she sniffed the air. Hmm… She could smell peppermint and jasmine… but… she was pretty sure… she could smell mint too. Spearmint that is. Maybe. Or was she just smelling the peppermint and getting it confused. Hmm. Maybe. She looked at the table, trying to name them now that she was looking at them. … Wasn’t that sage? |
"Ughhhh, Odin's beard! Why would anyone put a class at 8 a.m.?" thought Freyr. Like it wasn't enough, it was Herbology. Freyr did like plants but he would prefer just looking at them. "Anyways," said Freyr, shaking his head to wake himself up, "let's start." Then he greeted Professor Beryl and those who were awake enough to be greeted. Freyr wrote "F. A. Njordson - Gryffindor First Year" with his beautiful cursive handwriting on a tag and pasted it on one of the empty cubbyholes. After he carefully placed his Herbology equipment in his cubby, he took out his journal and his quill and started writing down what he was seeing and more importantly, smelling. Eucalyptus, aconite and asphodel maybe. Freyr was not sure but like his father said no one could learn anything without being wrong for once. He then continued writing every plant he smelled or saw. |
Abra had managed to get through the first night without crying herself to sleep. It was more for fear of people hearing her, but she cried on the inside. After breakfast, it was time for Herbology which she was actually looking forward to. Her family were all big on growing their own food where possible, and she'd spent a lot of time outside with her hands in the soil. She followed Carsyn Rose to the greenhouses, saving her from getting lost, and entered to a sight and smell that made her feel slightly more at home. Even though that was back in England. With her head lost in grief, she barely remembered anyones names. That included the Professors. Unfortunately. "Uh h-hello Professor," she said in a soft voice, approaching the Professor tentatively. "I'm Abra." She thought she'd add that in there too, because she didn't want to assume anyone would know her. Following instructions, she took out her journal and writing materials, before stowing the rest in a cubby hole under the workstation. She spotted Fiona and took a seat next to her saying a quick "Hi Fiona," before setting up her things in front of her. The scents surrounding her were very pleasant, of which she thought she could get a faint aroma of ginger. |
Bright and Early where two words that Eloise wanted to be left out of her dictionary. Not like 9 am would be any better. She would still complain and complain she will even tho she did really mind the broom closet since she did have to worry about french kids tho well time will tell if she fights any of them. But its more having to dorm with all the 6th Years. Talk about a disaster waiting to happen. Which probably will be her fault in the future BUT STILL. diaster it will be. "Hiya Professor. Hope you got some sleep last night" Considering everything and all the drama and fun. Anyway, she was going to put her stuff away and labeled with her first name in big letter and written underneath no touchy. Then taking a seat with her journal and pen. At least the herbs didn't smell awful. Guess the redhead should try and see if she could smell any that were familiar. |
Thing was, Cecelia was an EARLY riser. UP with the sun and not wasting a MOMENT of the day. Far too much to see and do and explore for something as boring as sleep! It was for this reason that the small blonde was grinning, bright eyed and filled to the BRIM with excitement about her FIRST. HERBOLOGY. LESSON. EVER. This was like this HUGE moment in her personal magical history and something told her it was going to be GREAT! Oh look, a blackboard! That was SO official. Aww, and the professor looking all professor-y! OH, OH! LOOK AT THE HERBS! There were SO many. Cecelia didn't even MIND that the greenhouse was smaller, or that she had to share lessons with the BIG kids, she thought it made it all the more special, really. "I think this greenhouse is really cozy, Professor, and it smells like my kid brother after he's played out in the yard with the dogs!" Which was a compliment, naturally. "Oh, also, good morning!" Best morning so far. Making her way over to the cubbies, CUBBIES, she found an empty one and lovingly placed her herbology tools inside. She then wrote her name-Cecelia E. Summers-in her neatest handwriting and looked around for a place to sit, journal tucked under her arm. Spotting a boy (Kaiser) who looked very much like a sleepy puppy-dog of a guy, the first year made her way over to him and SMILED up at him, all KINDS of friendly. "Lavender helps with sleep, I think," She supplied helpfully. "Think maybe I smell some of that. Smells lovely." |
Her stomach was full, her badge was polished, she was well rested Nettie had really enjoyed bunking with the Ombrelune, actually. Literally everything about this school seemed to be signaling to her that if she had attended, she would have ended up there. It gave her a sort of feeling of pride - ALMOST as proud as she felt when she thought about the gleaming badge on her chest. To say she was eager to attend her first class as a student leader was an understatement. She practically BOUNCED in to the greenhouse, taking note of the way the desks were arranged and the smaller table in the middle of the U. She smiled at Beryl as she took a seat next to Eloise. "Hello Professor!" she greeted happily. Once she had taken her note-taking supplies out of her bag and placed them on her head, she headed over to the cubbies and grabbed an open one, labeling it "Trinetta Gladin - 5th Year Ravenclaw" before heading back and sitting next to her friend with a smile. |
Cece, Kaiser Phoebe threw herself into the greenhouse with the same gusto she approached pretty much everything. First class, first greenhouse session, first plants... and it smelled like everything in here. Like cooking and like soaps and a little like her grandmum's garden and a lot like dirt. It was nice. She chucked her bag into one of the cubbies and labeled it with a scrawling "P.J." before scouting out a spot beside Cece. And some older classmate (Kaiser) with very interesting hair. She wanted to ask him about that hair. "Good morning, Professor. It smells like a worm graveyard in here. Very rich and loamy." Phoebe leaned forward on her workstation to stick her nose into the nearest plan. Smelled more like soap than like dinner, but she still gave the leaves a lick for good measure. Tasted like dirt. Excellent. |
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