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feeheeheeny · 09-05-2019, 07:07 PM

Text Cut: Pre-class antics

Wait, so this woman was proficient in healing magic, runes, and herbology? Merlin. What couldn't she do? Where had she studied all these things? Teddy suddenly had a million questions for her, but now was not the time-- still, he was hanging onto every word she said and even jotted down some simple notes of instructions, like request key. A flush of crimson returned to his cheeks when the professor mentioned not touching the plants - he struggled to keep a stoic expression and not exchange a glance with Fi - and only when he turned around to survey the instructed area did he raise a palm to one cheek, then the other, willing them to tone it down.

There were... many, many possible answers to Beryl's question, and Teddy struggled to pick just one. It seemed obvious to point out some basic needs: quality of soil, selecting arrangements of plants with similar needs for sunlight and water, and so on, but one by one, the other students verbalized his thoughts - some of them even spieling with multiple answers all in one - and Teddy deflated a little, choosing instead to jot down some of the things people mentioned.

Then, just when it seemed like Beryl would soon stop accepting their responses, the first year's body betrayed him and a hand was up before he could stop it. "Err... depending on the kind of garden or purpose... we could do well to keep in mind... the aesthetic?" He sounded uncertain. "I mean, yeah, plants have all sorts of neat practical uses! But arrangement and use of colors and heights are important in a garden setting because... because it's an intangible." He wasn't sure he used that word correctly, but he pressed on, "I think we all... kind of, maybe, innately... have an appreciation for beauty? And beautiful things, in nature in particular... are good for the soul, you know?" The longer he spoke, the pinker his cheeks got and the more hurried his words became. Regret. That was regret he was feeling and he wanted the attention away from him. "So while all these practical needs with respect to the health of the plants need to be considered for them to flourish and blossom or whatever," he gestured around briefly with a hand, referencing everyone else's answers, "it can also be beneficial to our health, maybe, to consider the way it all looks. Might not always matter, and, you know, beauty can be found in the more chaotic, messy arrangements as beauty is a, uh, subjective thing... but... yeah." He grimaced.

Stop talking, James. Breathe.

Never again.

09-05-2019, 07:07 PM	#48 (permalink)
feeheeheeny Dwarf Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: #8000FF Posts: 35,312 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia "Mia" Adair Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Leigh Upstead Hufflepuff Fifth Year x11	Mod Babysitter \| be curious, not judgmental Text Cut: Pre-class antics Quote: Originally Posted by Tegz Quick as a whip, Carmine nudged the girl back, using magic to push her bodily away from the plant she was attempting to lick of all things. "While I agree it WAS a good morning, I'm afraid you'll be losing house points. NEVER touch any plants without permission and certainly do NOT taste or ingest them. Minus two points from Gryffindor. What is your name, young lady?" Even first years should know better. Yes, his sister HAD been seen, and called out for it, and Carmine's warm and welcoming expression had turned a little more stern because of it, but that was only temporary. "Good morning, and what is your name, young man?" Teddy's face went red when the professor took points from Fi as if it was somehow his fault or his punishment. For the first time, the boy had some clarity: at least Fi's eccentricity would cost Gryffindor, not Ravenclaw, which meant she wouldn't be disappointing their parents as much as she could have. But they didn't have to know. Teddy certainly wasn't going to tell on her. He went to give his sister's hand an encouraging squeeze just as the professor addressed him, and he straightened up instinctively. "Good morning, professor. I'm-- Theodore. Theodore James. Teddy or TJ work fine, too. First year," he clarified, as opposed to a transfer she'd never met before. The Ravenclaw was simply delighted when Yoyo made her entrance. His face fell slightly when the professor made her feet land firmly on the ground again, but when she settled into the seat next to him, he whispered, "That was wicked. Teach me later?" He wore bright, shiny eyes full of hope and curiosity, and for the first time that morning, he was excited for the day ahead. Wait, so this woman was proficient in healing magic, runes, and herbology? Merlin. What couldn't she do? Where had she studied all these things? Teddy suddenly had a million questions for her, but now was not the time-- still, he was hanging onto every word she said and even jotted down some simple notes of instructions, like request key. A flush of crimson returned to his cheeks when the professor mentioned not touching the plants - he struggled to keep a stoic expression and not exchange a glance with Fi - and only when he turned around to survey the instructed area did he raise a palm to one cheek, then the other, willing them to tone it down. There were... many, many possible answers to Beryl's question, and Teddy struggled to pick just one. It seemed obvious to point out some basic needs: quality of soil, selecting arrangements of plants with similar needs for sunlight and water, and so on, but one by one, the other students verbalized his thoughts - some of them even spieling with multiple answers all in one - and Teddy deflated a little, choosing instead to jot down some of the things people mentioned. Then, just when it seemed like Beryl would soon stop accepting their responses, the first year's body betrayed him and a hand was up before he could stop it. "*Err... depending on the kind* of garden or purpose... we could do well to keep in mind... the aesthetic?" He sounded uncertain. "I mean, yeah, plants have all sorts of neat practical uses! But arrangement and use of colors and heights are important in a garden setting because... because it's an intangible." He wasn't sure he used that word correctly, but he pressed on, "I think we all... kind of, maybe, innately... have an appreciation for beauty? And beautiful things, in nature in particular... are good for the soul, you know?*" The longer he spoke, the pinker his cheeks got and the more hurried his words became. Regret. That was regret* he was feeling and he wanted the attention away from him. "So while all these practical needs with respect to the health of the plants need to be considered for them to flourish and blossom or whatever," he gestured around briefly with a hand, referencing everyone else's answers, "it can also be beneficial to our health, maybe, to consider the way it all looks. Might not always matter, and, you know, beauty can be found in the more chaotic, messy arrangements as beauty is a, uh, subjective thing... but... yeah." He grimaced. Stop talking, James. Breathe. Never again. __________________