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"It is very possible. Many species have genetic memory, both magical and mundane. This includes animals as well. Some think that it's more likely with plants or animals that bud off, rather than come from seed or egg."
She nodded, taking in the information-- she hadn't known that especially the bit about budding off.
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Zellanna "You have to realize that these people also believe that they can hear the plants. Whether they can or not is irrelevant, since we can't know for sure. But they say that they can. For all I know they are asking permission to use the plants for medicinal purposes. It might be how they know between two plants that are outwardly very similar, but have different potencies. The plants may tell them, 'If that is so, then move your hand to the right just a little. The plant there will better suit your needs.'"
"Well, I don't know about all that-- though I would swear I've heard rose bushes scream when I have pruned them... Mundane ones, not magical." she smiled, as though she knew what she was saying sounded rather silly. "It introduces a new aspect to herbology; I wish I'd know about that months ago. I'll have to see if I can cultivate an ear for the plants... can you do it? Can you hear them?"
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Zellanna "There are monks and other spiritual followers who do just that. Every step is careful not to crush even a single insect beneath their feet, and they claim to hear the pain of their souls when they do. If something is in their path, they either wait for it to move, or move it themselves to a safer location. Some who are a little less touchy about the subject will say that each thing is fulfilling its purpose, and certain things are acceptable to die because it is part of the natural cycle. The way if two plants grow in the vicinity of one another, the weaker one in pulled because otherwise both plants will be affected."
He glanced over to Marco who seemed to be struggling, as usual. "Nearly as bad as Slade, I swear," he muttered. Even so, there was something affectionate about the way he said it, not normally revealed to the rest of the class. Though it was clear the affection was toward Marco, rather than the man being referenced.
She nodded- she had lived in a monastery the summer before Hogwarts and knew of these practices, but found herself unsure if their way was what she ascribed to. She smiled at him. "Thank you... you've given me much to think on." She returned to her journal as he approached Marco, who looked in need of some help.