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Emzily · 09-18-2023, 02:28 PM

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

Oh the poor little tadpole was clearly missing his amphibian companion. Apollonia reached out a hand to Pat Solomon comfortingly on the shoulder. “Not to fret, we’ll find him somehow whether we have to form a whole search party to do so.” Her personal companion was of the plant variety but she could empathise with loss. “Perhaps he was simply visiting his froggy friends and got lost on the way.” Who knew what was flowing through their wonderful little minds.

Ever the opportunist to educate others, Professor Fergersnout would be more than happy to lecture on the difference between archaeology and paleontology if he had asked. Sadly he had not engaged in such a question and so she kept her mouth quiet for now. “I also have this wonderful little jar containing a sample of soil from each of the historical locations I have worked upon during my years. The horizons that have formed are utterly fascinating. The dry terra Roxa of South America unfortunately erodes artefacts easily whereas the peaty waterlogged soils are far superior at preserving organic matter.” It was a subject she could truly rattle off about for hours, not that Solomon would be even remotely interested in the correlation between soil matter and preservation of historical artefacts..

There was no need to be embarrassed. Replicating toad conversation was a perfectly normal thing to be doing on a fine Scottish morning. “That’s the spirit!” she beamed encouragingly. Nevermind that it hadn’t worked yet but there were plenty more locations to check anyway.

The shoulder pat was not welcomed by Solomon, rather he just felt even more embarrassed and looked around his shoulder at passing students. He did quietly hope that the history of magic Professor wouldn’t take offence to that, by the way. “Yeah… well, I suppose it’s not the first time I’ve lost him… so, I’m sure he’ll turn up when he’s hungry.” That was quite true, actually. Although maybe they weren’t thought of as smart creatures, Solly had some faith in Goliath. The dungeons were damp enough to be inviting for a toad, he thought.

He was confused before, but the more she carried on explaining things, the most lost Solomon became, but he so WANTED to learn…

… about fossils. Not dirt in jars.

“Oh, I see…” he lied, trying his most interested face. “Hope to get a lesson on that one day.” Another lie. History of magic was cool, but not one of his favourites, it required a lot of concentration in his opinion.

Solomon didn’t spend long near the ground, as it felt completely pointless. He stood back up and smoothed down his clothes that were momentarily wrinkled from his posture. “Thanks for the croaking tips, Professor, I’ll, uhhh… never forget it… and I’ll make sure to keep trying as I make my way back to the common room.” She was welcome to get up now as well. PLS could he be excused???

09-18-2023, 02:28 PM	#13 (permalink)
Emzily Abraxan Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Prythian Posts: 25,168 Ravenclaw First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Oisín Connolly Slytherin First Year x5 x2	Raspberry Jam \| #ChocolateFrogFamous \| Ultimate Fangirl Quote: Originally Posted by Lottiepot Oh the poor little tadpole was clearly missing his amphibian companion. Apollonia reached out a hand to Pat Solomon comfortingly on the shoulder. “Not to fret, we’ll find him somehow whether we have to form a whole search party to do so.” Her personal companion was of the plant variety but she could empathise with loss. “Perhaps he was simply visiting his froggy friends and got lost on the way.” Who knew what was flowing through their wonderful little minds. Ever the opportunist to educate others, Professor Fergersnout would be more than happy to lecture on the difference between archaeology and paleontology if he had asked. Sadly he had not engaged in such a question and so she kept her mouth quiet for now. “I also have this wonderful little jar containing a sample of soil from each of the historical locations I have worked upon during my years. The horizons that have formed are utterly fascinating. The dry terra Roxa of South America unfortunately erodes artefacts easily whereas the peaty waterlogged soils are far superior at preserving organic matter.” It was a subject she could truly rattle off about for hours, not that Solomon would be even remotely interested in the correlation between soil matter and preservation of historical artefacts.. There was no need to be embarrassed. Replicating toad conversation was a perfectly normal thing to be doing on a fine Scottish morning. “That’s the spirit!” she beamed encouragingly. Nevermind that it hadn’t worked yet but there were plenty more locations to check anyway. The shoulder pat was not welcomed by Solomon, rather he just felt even more embarrassed and looked around his shoulder at passing students. He did quietly hope that the history of magic Professor wouldn’t take offence to that, by the way. “Yeah… well, I suppose it’s not the first time I’ve lost him… so, I’m sure he’ll turn up when he’s hungry.” That was quite true, actually. Although maybe they weren’t thought of as smart creatures, Solly had some faith in Goliath. The dungeons were damp enough to be inviting for a toad, he thought. He was confused before, but the more she carried on explaining things, the most lost Solomon became, but he so WANTED to learn… … about fossils. Not dirt in jars. “Oh, I see…” he lied, trying his most interested face. “Hope to get a lesson on that one day.” Another lie. History of magic was cool, but not one of his favourites, it required a lot of concentration in his opinion. Solomon didn’t spend long near the ground, as it felt completely pointless. He stood back up and smoothed down his clothes that were momentarily wrinkled from his posture. “Thanks for the croaking tips, Professor, I’ll, uhhh… never forget it… and I’ll make sure to keep trying as I make my way back to the common room.” She was welcome to get up now as well. PLS could he be excused??? __________________ who could love me, I am out of my mind___________________________ _________________throwing a line out to sea to see if I can catch a dream