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Yes yes. Jaemin was the son of a Herbologist, indeed. But he was also the son of a woman who owned a plant nursery, and Muggle plants had been a big part of his life as well, so he knew... some things about roses as well, even being a twelve year old boy. In fact... he rather liked them. Because there were so many different kinds,and there were hybrids, and everything.
People were already naming rose parts, which didn't leave Jaemin a whole bunch to list off. Still... he had to say something right? This was the class at which he was the best...
"Rose hips," he murmured, tracing a finger in the precipitation forming on the side of the glass. He tugged at his collar with his other hand, a bit warm due to the professor's hot air thing. It was a good thing he wasn't drinking tea... he looked up at the professor, flinching ever so slightly at the face paint again. "They're like the fruit of roses and they have all the seeds and stuff, but a lot of roses you buy don't make them because the petals are in too tight. Cause a lot of roses are sorta... bred like that."
People liked to crossbreed roses, obviously. Especially with ones like tea roses that didn't really die off like others did... the boy looked at the tea cups the other students had, tilting his head thoughtfully.
"Are the roses you have hybrids with tea roses, professor? Is that why there's tea?"
It seemed appropriate. |