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Anna Banana · 07-28-2011, 10:29 PM

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Obviously, Sierra wasn't understanding the entire concept! How dare she not preach love towards the ground and fondling it as if it was the precious dirt that it was--something the girl didn't know. Of course, the next step was to bludgeon the earth with the shovel, but Lola did that to symbolize broken and shattered love in this corrupted utopia. The girl was very deep and emotional, expecting Greingoth to miraculously show tears for her outstanding performance, but no! People didn't understand the arts of DRAMA! She got disgusting encouragement and praise, rather than a sign or symbolism of rebirth and discovery. But she forgot about her entire thing when she saw Sierra following example as well and beating the ground for her seedling.

This was really some beautiful mother and daughter bonding. OH SOB OHHHH SOB.

"As a matter of fact, Sierra, darling," as if this was surprising, "potion ingredients deserve the BEST of our love--look at them, sitting in the cabinet storeroom, just waiting to be picked into a prodigious person's potions, and if not, they risk their lives for explosion and CHILD'S play!" If this was going to become into a debate of treating objects the way they were supposed to be treated, she had several valid arguments in her head. Sierra didn't know that potion ingredients... sacrificed their life for the enjoyment of OTHERS! "And rather, you'll get a sad, depressed potion just wanting to be dissolved down our digestive track already than my potions who, treated so well, wish to live part in our world forever." Did she understand? Lola Jones was acting out a professor now, humble and educating the minds of these dim-witted students.

She nodded immediately and followed back on task on the assignment, grabbing fertilizer from the bag and then pouring it down into the hole she just bludgeoned. "There you go, my seedling," she kissed it, "I have faith in you!" But after her recent act, deep inside, Lola did not have faith or hope in this seedling. It would be swept away in the depths of her poetic mind, yearning to escape from the ground she so trapped it in. "What will you name your seedling child, Sierra?" she asked in a glum voice.

"Well," Sierra said, getting a disgusted look on her face. "They were in the cabinet storeroom, until somebody decided to catch the storeroom on fire." The culprit still hadn't been caught, which really only made her angrier. A lot of ingredients had been lost, and what made the whole thing worse is that the ingredients belonged to Lafay, her Head of House and favorite professor. She drew in a deep sigh and released it slowly. She didn't want to say much about the storeroom fire. It still had the potential to put her in a slightly bad mood. She was so focused on changing the topic that she readily answered Lola's question. "I'll name her..." *dramatic pause* "...Lola."

Sierra adjusted the gloves she had on--yes, gloves. She'd remembered them all thanks to the classes she'd had with Bentley. She couldn't even remember taking Herbology her first year. Hmm. "Okay, so I think the next step is to pat dirt and fertilizer until it's packed around the tree," she said, and then she began the patting and packing. "I think it gives support or something. I don't know." She used her shovel to beat in some of the more stubborn patches of dirt. "Alright. What now?" She was almost afraid to even ask...

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Anna Banana Selkie Join Date: Nov 2007 Posts: 36,514 Hogwarts RPG Name: Eliza Bellerose Slytherin Second Year x1	Hiss!Roar!Growl!Caw! \| Hermione's Double \| The Little Three \| Alecate Text Cut: dingDong Quote: Originally Posted by dingDong Obviously, Sierra wasn't understanding the entire concept! How dare she not preach love towards the ground and fondling it as if it was the precious dirt that it was--something the girl didn't know. Of course, the next step was to bludgeon the earth with the shovel, but Lola did that to symbolize broken and shattered love in this corrupted utopia. The girl was very deep and emotional, expecting Greingoth to miraculously show tears for her outstanding performance, but no! People didn't understand the arts of DRAMA! She got disgusting encouragement and praise, rather than a sign or symbolism of rebirth and discovery. But she forgot about her entire thing when she saw Sierra following example as well and beating the ground for her seedling. This was really some beautiful mother and daughter bonding. OH SOB OHHHH SOB. "As a matter of fact, Sierra, darling," as if this was surprising, "potion ingredients deserve the BEST of our love--look at them, sitting in the cabinet storeroom, just waiting to be picked into a prodigious person's potions, and if not, they risk their lives for explosion and CHILD'S play!" If this was going to become into a debate of treating objects the way they were supposed to be treated, she had several valid arguments in her head. Sierra didn't know that potion ingredients... sacrificed their life for the enjoyment of OTHERS! *"And rather, you'll get a sad, depressed potion just wanting to be dissolved down our digestive track already than my potions who, treated so well, wish to live part in our world forever."* Did she understand? Lola Jones was acting out a professor now, humble and educating the minds of these dim-witted students. She nodded immediately and followed back on task on the assignment, grabbing fertilizer from the bag and then pouring it down into the hole she just bludgeoned. "There you go, my seedling," she kissed it, "I have faith in you!" But after her recent act, deep inside, Lola did not have faith or hope in this seedling. It would be swept away in the depths of her poetic mind, yearning to escape from the ground she so trapped it in. "What will you name your seedling child, Sierra?" she asked in a glum voice. "Well," Sierra said, getting a disgusted look on her face. *"They were* in the cabinet storeroom, until somebody decided to catch the storeroom on fire." The culprit still hadn't been caught, which really only made her angrier. A lot of ingredients had been lost, and what made the whole thing worse is that the ingredients belonged to Lafay, her Head of House and favorite professor. She drew in a deep sigh and released it slowly. She didn't want to say much about the storeroom fire. It still had the potential to put her in a slightly bad mood. She was so focused on changing the topic that she readily answered Lola's question. "I'll name her..."** dramatic pause "...Lola." Sierra adjusted the gloves she had on--yes, gloves. She'd remembered them all thanks to the classes she'd had with Bentley. She couldn't even remember taking Herbology her first year. Hmm. "Okay, so I think the next step is to pat dirt and fertilizer until it's packed around the tree," she said, and then she began the patting and packing. "I think it gives support or something. I don't know." She used her shovel to beat in some of the more stubborn patches of dirt. "Alright. What now?" She was almost afraid to even ask... __________________ Last edited by Anna Banana; 07-28-2011 at 10:34 PM.