 Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger
Emmalee grinned, as if she were the only one in on a secret. "Not... mundane, exactly," she said, slipping her own gloves on and carrying over a greenish-grey plant with purple flowers. "I like to think of them as herbal squibs," she said, as she set it down. "There are plenty of references in muggle texts to herbs they thought had some sort of power or special property, but whose use faded away as they moved from superstition to science." She looked over to see if they were following. "This one, for example, was gathered by muggles because they believed it could cleanse the body, remove toxins and extend life. It's a theory, and I know it's a stretch, but what if it's actually a descendant of a magical plant whose properties have been muted?"
This wasn't exactly the way she'd wanted to broach the theory publicly. She knew it was wild and had hoped to actually run some experiments before she shared it with anyone. But desperate times, yes? She hadn't even told Bryce yet, which was probably not the best thing, but he really had given her a lot of control over what happened in the greenhouses.
"So this, fumitory, crossed with..." she walked over to the racks. "henbane? It's described as a sedative, which could be useful. Though the roots also have some hallucinogenic properties, so we'll want to be careful."
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind You can float across a rainbow sky
to once upon a time
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