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sweetpinkpixie · 06-11-2026, 09:34 AM

Nyle's attention followed the vine as it curled around the edge of her textbook with all the determination of kneazle looking to settle on a book you were trying to read because they wanted attention you were not providing it.

"Well," he said, adjusting the tray of seedlings against his hip as a soft laugh escaped him, "maybe they are trying to help you turn the pages...help you with that revision."

Or, perhaps more likely, hindering her research so she couldn't identify it.

He stepped closer, lowering the tray onto a nearby bench before crouching beside the pot. The vine immediately redirected its attention toward him, a tendril reaching for his rolled sleeve. Nyle gently intercepted it with practiced ease, retrieving a twig from his pocket and handing it to the vine to hold on to instead while being careful not to damage the young shoot as he guided it away.

At close range, the identification came quickly. The leaves were the first clue, though not the best one. Ovate, with just enough variation to confuse students trying to memorize diagrams. The silvery veining was more reliable. So were the tendrils.

His hand hovered over the foliage as he pointed out individual features, his voice growing more confident the longer he focused on the plant instead of the conversation.

"The leaves are ovate, like your textbook says, though honestly some of the illustrations make them look completely different. The hint of silver veining is a better indicator." He carefully lifted one of the leaves so she could see. "And the tendrils branch in pairs. That's usually what I look for first."

The vine chose that moment to curl around his wrist. Nyle looked down at the plant fondly and shoved his hand into his pocket for something else to distract them with.

"It's a young Venomous Tentacula."

There was none of his earlier hesitation in the identification. Herbology was one of the few subjects where certainty came naturally. Plants were just...easier.

"It isn't particularly dangerous yet," he continued. "Mostly curious. They spend a lot of time investigating things when they're young. Movement especially... which explains the fascination with your quill since you were, well, writing and that movement drew its attention."

The mention of xeranthemum tugged at the edge of Nyle's memory as he remembered another girl bent over a book, her voice animated as she shared what she knew of xeranthemums ― how they symbolized eternity and remembrance. The memory faded as quickly as it had appeared, leaving behind a familiar ache that he had learned not to prod too closely in recent months.

"To be fair," Nyle said, a small smile appearing as he glanced up from the vine, "xeranthemums are much easier to identify ― the flowers do most of the work for you. And those papery flowerheads look almost dried even when they're healthy. They really are the sort of plant you can recognize from the flowers alone."

06-11-2026, 09:34 AM	#5 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,560 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Nyle's attention followed the vine as it curled around the edge of her textbook with all the determination of kneazle looking to settle on a book you were trying to read because they wanted attention you were not providing it. "Well," he said, adjusting the tray of seedlings against his hip as a soft laugh escaped him, "maybe they are trying to help you turn the pages...help you with that revision." Or, perhaps more likely, hindering her research so she couldn't identify it. He stepped closer, lowering the tray onto a nearby bench before crouching beside the pot. The vine immediately redirected its attention toward him, a tendril reaching for his rolled sleeve. Nyle gently intercepted it with practiced ease, retrieving a twig from his pocket and handing it to the vine to hold on to instead while being careful not to damage the young shoot as he guided it away. At close range, the identification came quickly. The leaves were the first clue, though not the best one. Ovate, with just enough variation to confuse students trying to memorize diagrams. The silvery veining was more reliable. So were the tendrils. His hand hovered over the foliage as he pointed out individual features, his voice growing more confident the longer he focused on the plant instead of the conversation. "The leaves are ovate, like your textbook says, though honestly some of the illustrations make them look completely different. The hint of silver veining is a better indicator." He carefully lifted one of the leaves so she could see. "And the tendrils branch in pairs. That's usually what I look for first." The vine chose that moment to curl around his wrist. Nyle looked down at the plant fondly and shoved his hand into his pocket for something else to distract them with. "It's a young Venomous Tentacula." There was none of his earlier hesitation in the identification. Herbology was one of the few subjects where certainty came naturally. Plants were just...easier. "It isn't particularly dangerous yet," he continued. "Mostly curious. They spend a lot of time investigating things when they're young. Movement especially... which explains the fascination with your quill since you were, well, writing and that movement drew its attention." The mention of xeranthemum tugged at the edge of Nyle's memory as he remembered another girl bent over a book, her voice animated as she shared what she knew of xeranthemums ― how they symbolized eternity and remembrance. The memory faded as quickly as it had appeared, leaving behind a familiar ache that he had learned not to prod too closely in recent months. "To be fair," Nyle said, a small smile appearing as he glanced up from the vine, "xeranthemums are much easier to identify ― the flowers do most of the work for you. And those papery flowerheads look almost dried even when they're healthy. They really are the sort of plant you can recognize from the flowers alone." __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like