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Azura smiled as she looked up at Professor Paul as he started yelling err speaking. It was so easy to see that he loved what he did, and his joy was infectious, it was pretty much impossible NOT to smile when he was around. At least to Azura.. There was no way she could feel sad or dwell on whatever was happening to her in his class.. He had to be one of her favorite teachers. Him and Hirsch.
A very Merry Unbirthday to you Professor Meyers." She thought with a smile..
She kept her purple eyes glued to him as he started to explain about the Daffodils and she turned a sad face to her poor little flower. It was unhappy! She knew all about that! Sure she didn't honk.. but she cried.. She gently tried to stroke it's leaves as she waited for the next set of instructions..
Ohh gloves!
Azura dug her purple gloves out of her bag and pulled them on, just in time to Thankfully catch the pot that was being levitated towards them.. Whew..She set the pot down carefully and then turned to her Daffodil and smiled at it.. "See, look.." She said in a soothing voice. "We are going to get you a bigger pot, so you won't be so uncomfortable.. Isn't that fun?" If she had hoped her calm words was going to make the flower calm down.. she was sorely mistaken.. It just kept honking and she sighed softly..
There went her career as a Flower Whisperer yeah? Good thing she had a few backups.
"I'm sorry." She said as she picked up her and and said.. "Silencio! Along with the appropriate wand movement.. And Thankfully.. Silence.
Though now the silence seemed even more deafening then the loud honking! The teen could almost hear herself think! She closed her eyes for a few moments in order to get her bearings before, looking up at the Professor again..
Dirt.. Right.
She turned around and grabbed a bucket full of dirt and started to pour it carefully into the bigger pot.. There! "That looks good ehh?" She asked her flower as she looked down at it.. All right.. next? |