Tancred watched as the Slytherin and Ravenclaw swung on the vine from table to table. He was immediatley reminded of Tarzan and George of the Jungle from the Muggle universe. Heath would've died to get a hold on the vine, but it looked like Garret would manage to jump on before Heath would get the chance.

Anyway, it looked like vine swinging was a lot fun. Maybe he would be given the chance to swing, though the tables would probably need to be set farther apart. With him and his long legs, he probably could just jump from table to table. Thankfully this school had high ceilings ...

"Mind if I have a go, Professor Erikson?" Tancred asked before he moved on to something else. He needed to try this out before it was too late.

"My turn! My turn!" Garret exclaimed, jumping up and down behind the taller seventh year. He had lost all his pretenses of being "cool" now, when faced with the prospect of being able to swing from the vines.

Looking Tancred up and down once, Garret frowned and asked the professor in what can only be called a wistful voice, "If he breaks the vine cos 'e's so big... will I still get to go?"

Tancred gladly walked up and stood up on the table. Yep, thankfully this place had high ceilings. If the ceiling was any lower, he'd hit the thing for sure which would not have been any fun at all. He smiled and noticed that he had beaten little Garret to the table.

If he breaks the vine cos 'e's so big... will I still get to go? Tancred couldn't help but laugh quietly to himself. The vine was probably strong enough for him. If it could hold up the Slytherin Prefect, it could hold him up for sure.

"Don't worry, Garret," Tancred said, waiting for Erikson to hand him the vine. "You'll get your turn. I think this vine is plenty strong enough to hold me up." He then looked at Erikson and rolled his eyes. First years worried way too much and they were just so ... strange. He held out his hand for the vine. It was now or never.

"Professor Erickson, I would like to swing on the vine when Tancred is done, please" Jason asked politely.

Antwone looked around the classroom, confused on what was happening.

Ignatius sat in his seat. He frowned at what Erikson had said about pyrite. It would make the soil rather acidic were the pyrite to break down. Sulphuric acid isn't something I want in soil. Especially one that I will be handling. I would watch some other people handle it though. He scratched his chin with a finger, and watched the vine swinging. He really should have a go. Possibly get points. But then he wouldn't still be in the negatives.

Finn thought the vine swinging looked like amazing fun. He decided to enter the queue to get a shot. He wondered if he should yelll like Tarzan or hit the tree like George of the jungle.

Garret hopped from foot to foot, resisting the urge to stick his tongue out at the Gryffindor. He was massive and would probably easily crush Garret with a foot if he wanted to. Rolling his eyes, Garret placed his hands on the edge of the table as if he was going to climb up, "Come on, Tanc! Hurreeeee, I wanna go!"

Jose stayed sat down vine swinging in class good job Borr wasn't here.

Finn looked over at Garrett and couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's excitement.

Tancred laughed quietly again as Garret told him to hurry up. First years were so impatient these days. He rolled his eyes and grabbed hold of the vine that Erikson finally handed over to him. He guessed that he might as well do it now before Garret would decide to jump up on the table and take the vine from his hands. He gripped on the vine plenty high enough for him and leaned back. Then ZOOM! he was off gliding from the table he was standing on to the other table he was supposed to land on.

He couldn't help but laugh as he felt his feet leave the table. He had never done this before, but he wasn't expecting it to be like this. So this was how Torzan and them felt when they swung on vines and such. How fun! He was a little upset that the little ride ended so soon, but he had a broomstick to make up for it. Then THUD! both of his feet landed on the table. He smiled, let go of the vine, and jumped off the table. He had a huge grin on his face when he went back to his desk. "Alright, Garret. Go ahead!"

"WOOHOO!" Garret didn't even wait for the older boy to get out of his way before he scrambled up onto the desk. He grabbed the vine and paused.

Now... what?

He glanced down at the Professor and smiled a little sheepishly, "How am I supposed to hold this, sir?"

The poor eleven year old really didn't need to knock into a desk and get ANOTHER black eye!

"Sorted." Garret grabbed the vine where Erikson pointed and before he could even think about how much his mother would disapprove, he pushed off with his legs pointed straight out in the air before him, "Woooo-hoooooooeeey!"

He watched his feet pointing forward toward the high ceiling, catching blurry glimpses of greenery as he went flying. The wind whooshed past his ears but all too soon he was coming back down again. The vine swung back down, accompanied with a disappointed, "Awwwwwww".

His feet missed the table for his landing and he ended up swinging back and forth weakly until finally he was hanging on to the vine while it spun round slowly, "Hu hu... Professor..." he twisted his head round while the vine turned the other way, "Help?"

Safely on the ground now, Garret grinned up... WAAAAY up at the professor, "Sure thing, next time..." He cackled in his head, next time he'd go vine swinging in a loin cloth in the Forbidden Forest! Do the whole wild child thing, now that would be too awesome for words.

Watching Garrett swing with joy made Finn laugh. He thought, It was good to not have much to concern yourself with except learning and fun. Finn missed the days when that was his lot. He hoped that the thoughts which jumbled his mind would allow him to enjoy this moment of respite.

Jason decided to swing on the vine, he tries one-handed but almost falls off so he uses to hands and yells "Whoo- hoo" Jason stops. He thinks of way to get the girls side with this idea.