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littledhampir 
Olly was just smiling. This whole situation was very amusing to him. "I suppose Healer Reed won't mind." He did, after all, have this whole garden of tea leaves in plain sight of everyone. He had to assume that at least someone would try picking from it. And since there was no sign specifically saying not to pick anything, then it was probably allowed. There usually were signs when thing weren't allowed. He stepped a bit closer to see what sort of tea leaves Professor Myers had picked. He liked tea. He could definitely go for a cup of definitely not stolen tea leaves. He was about to say as much when suddenly Professor Myers was suggesting watering them.
"Water? Oh, yeah, that would be good. I'm sure Healer Reed would appreciate that." Might as well do the man a favor, especially after stealing picking some of his tea leaves. Sort of like repayment, right? The Herbology professor was certainly the expert on what needed watering and how much and all that. Before Olly could ask there was another voice and Olly turned at the sound. He smirked at the appearance of Healer Reed himself. It was good that he did not, in fact, seemed to mind any thievery of his tea leaves.
"Hello Healer Reed. Thanks." Olly shuffled his feet a bit awkwardly at the congratulations but smiled nonetheless. He'd received plenty congratulations on his badge. A bit too much for his comfort. He never did well with praise. Didn't know how to respond to it. "Uh, we we were thinking we might help with some watering? Did you need a hand with that?"
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kayquilz Paul could have JUMPED when River showed up, PULLED THE LEAVES OUT HIS BACK POCKET, and then started...talking. CASUALLY. "Well. I like most tea leaves, Healer Reed," he said simply, squinting one eye in the healer's direction. "Mint, you say?" he could see that. Maybe River would offer to brew some tea for them. It would save Paul having to brew some tea for them. Yes YES yes.
"And yes, we were, as Prefect Borzekowski-Thomas was saying.Watering, I mean. When was the last time you watered?" He trusted River to take care of his little garden in here. The man knew how to care for plants, he was a healer for Merlin's sake!
He was glad he wasn't really a thief. He would have lived with his thievery, sure, but it was nice to know you hadn't committed THEFT. How long did thieves go to Azkaban for? Or did they go at all? Was there a less horrible place those less horrible criminals went to? After 67? years of life, he probably should have known the answer. Alas, he did not.
He gulped.
"SOOO River, if you would kindly brew us tea, we can water things, and that's that!" AHEM.
River grinned at the Slytherin Prefect as he turned to fetch his tea apparatus. It was a good thing that those two turned up in time for tea in all honesty, sans the quote-unquote thievery. It's good however, that Paul knew how to harvest such delicate leaves.
"How is prefecting so far, Oliver? Are you enjoying it?" Who wouldn't enjoy extra hours outside of the common room after curfew, yes? He could sneak into the kitchens while he's doing patrol, and no one would question it.
"Ah yes, mint. Would you like some of that in your tea?" River asked Paul as he filled the pot with water, and raised it in a bunsen burner rack,
"How about you Oliver? Would you like your tea plain or?" he asked, moving towards the section of herbs where he keeps a good amount of mint sprigs, and carefully plucked out one. He does prefer the extra kick in his cuppa.
And...what was this sudden act of kindness? Was it to cover up their boo-boo?
"Watering?" he asked giving his cozy indoor garden a good look,
"Perhaps just a tad, gentlemen. I had my garden watered before I went for my morning jog a few hours ago." Grin.
Oh boy. Isn't this amusing or what?