Lila got the cocktail stick and vials. Then she went back to her bubotuber. With her dragon hide gloves on she began to gently dig around the bubotuber loosening it. Next she started to softly massage a pustule. The bubotuber was squirming like a ticklish baby. Lila wondered if bubotubers could be ticklish. Oh well she guessed it didn't matter. She stuck a cocktail stick square in the middle of the pustule. While still massaging the pustule with her left hand she began to squeeze it from the sides with her right hand. The puss started oozing out. She found the smell slightly nauseating. She held the vial below the bubotuber and attempted to aim the puss into it. Lila barely missed the vial so she moved the vial more to the left. This time she hit the intended mark. She continued to squeeze until no more puss was oozing out. She repeated her prior actions for each remaining pustule. Finally she put the bubotuber back in the hole and began to pat the soil around it snugly.

When Neptune pointed out that his ears were pink, they just got worse. "Y-yeah, I have an ear reddening problem." Eben muttered on his breath to get her to stop talking about it.

He winced when the girl started to poke him with a stick. Oh this was brilliant. Okay keep calm Eben. Seven steps and you'll be all set. Eben arched a brow when she called him the Massage King. It actually made him smile a bit. "That only make you Queen Pokey." he pointed out and took the cocktail stick and put a small hole in the pustule.

Once the yellowish petrol-smelling pus started to appear through the break in the pustule, Simon moved one of his vials to the plant. He continued to massage the plant as the pus was collected doing his best to breath through his mouth. His fellow student might have been right, nose plugs might have helped.

When the vial was completely filled and the pustule appearing to be empty, Simon proceeded to move on to the next pustule, going over each and every one of the steps to make sure it was done right.

Massage...poke...squeeze...massage...collect....repeat

Esme worked on her bubotuber, collecting plenty of pus as she got around the plant, massaging the repulsive thing.

When Neptune started to poke Eben, Esme couldn't help laughing. Not sure I'd be able to resist poking him in the head and popping his ego... She thought to herself. She turned her attention back to her plant and frowned, putting up her hand. "Sir, I'm not really sure, but I think I've got them all, could you check for me? Please."

The 'please' had been an after thought. Rise above, she thought, looking at the rude Slytherin girls.

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When Neptune pointed out that his ears were pink, they just got worse. "Y-yeah, I have an ear reddening problem." Eben muttered on his breath to get her to stop talking about it.

He winced when the girl started to poke him with a stick. Oh this was brilliant. Okay keep calm Eben. Seven steps and you'll be all set. Eben arched a brow when she called him the Massage King. It actually made him smile a bit. "That only make you Queen Pokey." he pointed out and took the cocktail stick and put a small hole in the pustule.

"Ohhh. Do you? How horrid! You know... this ... pus stuff... it cures skin issues. Maybe we'll put a little on your ears? I could help you." NOD NOD. Neptune skipped to Eben and looked over his shoulder. Half her attention was on the .... pustule massaging... .and half on his red ears. Pus... red ears... It's like they were MADE for each other!

Slowly, QUEEN Neptune reached her stick up to POKE his ear. GIGGLE. "Your Highness."

Eben swatted at his ear and placed his cocktail stick down. "Oi Queeny! Keep your pokerstick to yourself and leave my red ears out of it. I think they're charming and I want to keep my ears as they are, please."

He looked at the pustule and then back to the girl. "Maybe we should switch roles and you can be the massager and I could start poking you." the boy said smirking, picking up his stick and moving out of the way of the pustule.

POKE. chuckle. POKE. guffaw. POKE.

Maybe it was funner than he perceived it to be. Let's see Neptune try to deal with the plant.

massage, massage, massage the pustule. Emmaleigh couldn't believe that the plant was wiggling under her fingers. The plant was alive, and not in the usual way that plants were alive. Its like an alien plant, semi-sentient, and sent here to attack us! She would have to check the entry in The Guide. Ok, maybe she had read too many sci-fi books, but these things were defiantly odd, and super cool.

Next, she picked up the cocktail stick, "Sorry, little guy," she muttered, and poked a tiny hole in the middle of the pustule. She began to put pressure on the left and right sides of the pustule, as she slowly moved her finger closer together. She then moved her fingers to the area above and below the bulbous and squeezed it. Em gave it a litte massage, and started squeesing until she saw alittle bit of the greenish-yellow pus poke its head out of the hole.
hmm, now for the hard part, gettting that stuff into the vial. She grabbed the vial, and held it sort of under the pustule. Another little squeese caused the pus to squirt out of the hole, and right into the vial. Emmaleigh sat the vial back down as she continued to massage the plant, slowly working the rest of the pus over to the center. When she was ready, she squirted it into the vial.

She was pretty sure this pustule was empty, so she raised her hand. "Um, P-professor, is this right? D-did I get all of the p-pus out of this one?" If she had, that ment, only four more to go.

Well it was obvious this man didn't have a sense of humor. And really, who cared about a little ole five points. "You'll have the chance to earn them back if I see you working hard this lesson." she muttered to herself. She always worked hard in her classes. She wasn't a total slacker, she had earned points, unlike some of the snakes who lost them points... a LOT of points.

She half listened to what he was saying now though. She really didn't care if she was there or not so why pay full attention. Until she heard him talk about harvesting the pus and using cocktail sticks. What the heck... did he think they were making a cocktail for him?

Hmm...

Maybe she would participate after all. If the man wanted a drink, a drink she would get him.



Marie could tell by the look on Evan's face that he wasn't too happy with her right now. Oh well. Life will go on. It's not the first time he was mad at her, probably not gonna be the last time either.

Being mad at her didn't stop him from wanting to work with them though. "Um, sure, I don't mind if they don't mind." she said looking between Evelyn and Destiny. They better not mind either because well, maybe they could get him to be the one to touch that nasty thing.

Hearing Evelyn's question she looked over at Evan.

'Yeah, are you?'

Amy dug around the slug like bubotuber loosening it from the soil then she *ick* massaged a pustule hehe it was wiggling around hehe it looks kinda cute. She then stuck the cocktail stick into the pustule pus oozed out, ew cool hehe she squeezed its sides and squirted it into the vial

Ever's hands began shaking as she applied a small amount of pressure to the pus-filled blob. She tried to steady her hands, but she ended up giving the bobotuber a hard poke. It began to wiggle, as if it were in pain. "Ohhh, I'm sorry!" Ever-Lily said to it. "Oh, Merlin..." she panicked, and calmed it down by petting it again, and calmed herself down by breathing deeply. When she felt she was ready, she gave the pustule a squeeze, and massaged it for a moment.
Squeeze, massage, massage.
Squeeze, massage, massage.
Squeeze, massage, massage.
She collected the pus with her left hand, while her right was squeezing and massaging. Her bobotuber stayed completely still the whole time, and after a while, Ever began to worry. "Did I kill it?!" She squeaked.

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Eben swatted at his ear and placed his cocktail stick down. "Oi Queeny! Keep your pokerstick to yourself and leave my red ears out of it. I think they're charming and I want to keep my ears as they are, please."

He looked at the pustule and then back to the girl. "Maybe we should switch roles and you can be the massager and I could start poking you." the boy said smirking, picking up his stick and moving out of the way of the pustule.

POKE. chuckle. POKE. guffaw. POKE.

Maybe it was funner than he perceived it to be. Let's see Neptune try to deal with the plant.

"I can't understand why anyone would opt to KEEP red ears," Neptune huffed in Eben's general direction. Really. What a STICK in the mud bubotuber pus. "Least you can do is grown some hair over them, or wear ear muffs," she continued muttering. He was SO ruining all her fun AND making her do work? Pfffffff.

Neptune gave King Ears a look. It was FUNNY when she was poking him; not so much the other way around. SURELY he knew. LOOOOOOKS for Eben.

She poked at the pustule. Poke. Poke. "Think of it like acupuncture, little planty baby." Giggle. See? Even better than a massage. POKE.

"Listen." he said in a quiet tone looking to her sincerely. "I only get red ears when I am embarrassed around a pretty girl." Eben explained thinking she would understand his meaning. After all, she wasn't bad looking, even for a blonde. "I'm working on growing my hair out though."

He watched carefully as she poked at the plant. "Good job Neptune." Eben said with a kind smile. "Now if you'd like, I'll go back to massaging and getting the pus out."

Destiny decided NOT to pet the plant. Not only was it kinda gross looking, wiggling around like it owned the place, she felt if she pet it, she'd grow attached and it would be harder for her to poke the thing with the cocktail stick. It would be like Destiny's own mother coming over and poking her with a cocktail stick. Yeah, way to show affection with a few quick and painful pokes.

Marie..she deserved to be poked. Losing five points. Well, Destiny didn't really care as long as Dodson didn't take any of her points away. She worked hard to get hers. Yes!

She, like the good friend she IS, was going to volunteer to go collect the supplies. Actually, she was going to volunteer just for her own selfish needs. She thought by collecting the supplies, Evelyn or Marie would be nice enough to do the first step on her plant. But, seeing as both her friends started telling Evan to go up and get them, Destiny joined in. A leader is something she is not..a follower, yes. "While you are getting their supplies, could you get mine as well?"

She gave him a look. A look that clearly read 'If you say no, I will tell Mina what I saw you and Marie did in Classroom Eleven.'

While waiting for the Professor to check her bubotuber, Esme actually found another pustule and got the pus out of it.

She saw the somewhat displeased look Neptune was giving Eben. 'Wow, he really does work fast.' she thought. 'Aaaaaand he's trying to flirt his way out of trouble.'

"Now I really do feel sick." She said darkly, giving the pustule a rather harsh squeeze, causing the remaining pus to squirt out violently.

There was no way in high heaven that Brielle was going to miss this class.

Even after what the plants had done to her in the Fire Seed Caves......wince.

Having remained silent and rather unnoticed at the back of the greenhouse, her beauty blending in with the beautiful flowers, the girl had to make her presences know when another girl was trying to steal her plant man!

Back off Blondie! - everyone seemed to be blond.....well the one's who loved Dodzon anyway.


"Profezzor!" she called from her station, her accent as strong as ever, "I waz wondering if you could perhapz come and demonstrate what do? I could not zee from back 'ere!" she winked deliciously! With her designer dragon hide on, the girl rested her head on her hand, not taking her eyes off her man.

It seemed that more and more regularly, Patroclus was ending up alone. In classes and in life.......

Not thinking anything of it the boy stared as his Bubotuber, Merlin it's ugly!, was all he could think.


Pulling on his gloves, one of his favourite things to do, the boy eyed, the plant as he began scooping out it's soil.
'Please don't pus on me!' he thought over and over. Patroclus was not a Squeamish kid, however he preferred not to be shot in the face with sticky acidic pus.

Once the plant was dirt-less, Patroclus got out of his chair and headed over to the area that Dodson had gestured to before. Selecting a vial and some cocktail sticks, he returned to his table.

Taking in a deep breathe, Patroclus got to massaging......glllll! Selecting a pustule, he began to work it with his gloved hands, his jaw clenched in apprehension, prepared for the worst. Once he thought he had done enough, Patroclus picked up a stick, and with his body out of reach, he quikcly darted the stick into the pustle

Splat!

"ewwwwww!" Patroclus muttered as the pus began to seep out of the plant, "So gross!"

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"That's correct, Mister Fletcher." The Champion had managed to get through that cave which had apparently been full of plants and stuff.. he must've been a natural with Herbology! "The pus can cure acne, you're right."

"Now, these plants need to be handled with care. Squeeze at them too hard and the pus might just erupt somewhere you don't want it to." Like the face. Noone wanted boils on their face. "Harvesting the pus is easy enough," he explained waving his wand to reveal scrawled handwriting on the blackboard.

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1. Dig around the bubotuber, gently loosening it from the soil. - Extracting the pus is easier when it's not planted!

2. Find one of the pustules and carefully massage the area around it. - Don't mind if the bubotuber squirms a little!

3. Using a cocktail stick, prick a tiny hole into the surface of the pustule. - Right in the middle would be best.

4. Squeeze from the sides. Confidentally but carefully continue to massage at the pustule. - It might look gross, but don't give up! Your gloves will protect you!

5. When you see the yellow-green liquid ooze out, get your vial at the ready. Hold it below the bubotuber and aim the pus into it. - This stuff is special, try not to let any go to waste!

6. Massage and squeeze till you're sure no pus remains. Complete steps 1-6 for all pustules on the plant. - Most bubotubers have 4-5 pustules.

7. Replant the bubotuber in the hole you extracted it from. - Pat the soil around it so it's nice and snug!

"Cocktail sticks and vials are up here," Sage said, pointing at the pile on his desk. "If you're having any trouble, don't be afraid to ask. And remember, gloves on at all times."

Yeah, he was just going to let them get on with it. Marie Salazar had left him slightly peeved.

Huhhhhhh yeah Fletcher was right. As soon as he'd gotten back to his dorm after the first task, he'd went straight for his herbology book and read the entire thing cover to cover. THAT way, at least, Fletcher would be prepared should anything remotely related to evil plants crop up in the next task.

And then he'd started reading his other textbooks, a first for Fletcher. Of course he hadn't gotten through them all, but he had tried, all in order to prepare for future Triwizard tasks. The point was that he was now pretty much an EXPERT on the category of HERBOLOGY, like it or not.

Right now, his feelings were of the latter. Fletcher did NOT want to play with bubotubers and their pus. This whole... process... just sounded wrong and had his mind going to places that were not exactly appropriate for the classroom.

Shaking his head, Fletcher frowned and stared down the bubotuber before him. Okay. Loosen the dirt. That did not involve directly touching it. All right. He could do that. He slowly pawed at the plant, digging around it like a cat playing in its litterbox. Poor comparison, my bad.

That step completed, Fletcher heaved a great sigh and went on to step two. Massaging a pustule. EWWWW. The Hufflepuff tried to not make eye contact with the plant and leaned as far away from it as he could while he still massaged the thing.

DISGUSTING. He squinted at the next step and his frown only deepened. Why were they using cocktail sticks for something so grossly opposite from a REAL cocktail?! This was just all sorts of wrong.

Freya raised her eyebrows. Mehhhh..They supposed to do what?She never like playing with dirt but then again this is Herbology. She let out a small sighed and copied down the instruction in the blackboard to her parchment. She put on her gloves before doing the grossy things with the plant. After that she walked slowly to the nearest plant. She gulped. "Nice plant..nice plant" she said over and over again while she dig around the Bubotuber.

After she finished the first part, she move to next step. Okay what's next??Pustule??!!They have to find pustule??!!EEEEWWWWWW..!!!She found the pustule and massage the area around it. EWWWWWW...!!GROSS..!!GROSS..!!! She used her left hand to grab her cocktail stick, she pricked it right in the middle and squeeze it from the sides, she kept massage the pustule. She saw yellow-green liquid ooze out.

EEEEWWWW..!!!GROOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSS...!!!!

She grabbed her vial and hold it below the bubotuber and aim the pus into it. After done with the pustule number one, she began to next pustule. Professor Dodson said that this plant has 4-5 pustule. She looked at the bubotuber and saw another 4 pustule. It means she had to repeat the gross process fourth time. "Oh Merlin help me..!!"

After picking up all the required equipment that she was going to need, Mia put on her gloves and then proceeded to dig around the bubotuber plant, loosening the soil.

Once that was done she looked at the next step and wrinkled her nose a little before beginning to massage it. Only she must have been a little too heavy handed and the plant shuddered violently and squirted a stream of pus at her.

Her eyes widening in shock, Mia hastened to get out of the way and ended up landing on the floor on her behind.

*Sigh* Brittany had used up all the time he could manage to stall. *whimper* She really didnt want to do this. She glanced back at the classroom door longingly. What she would do to leave now. *another sigh* She turned to the blackboard to read the directions. Well the first thing she had to do was dig the plant out. She could do that right?? She began diggin around the dirt cautiously watching the plant for any sudden moves. Her skin was flawless at the moment and she did not need any welts on it. Taking longer than it really should have she finally loosed the darn evil plant but what was next was hard for her to accept. Not only was she going to have to touch the plant she was going to have to massage the plant. I mean COME ON!!! A plant *Grumble*

Eyes winced, hands extended, she cautiously began rubbing the evil plant. Massage Massage Massage. Now for the fun part Poking the evil plant. Taking her Cocktail stick and Gentley poking the pustles all the yicky pus start oosing out. Mwhaaaa Die evil plant die!!!. She quickly collected the pus in the vile with a triumphant smile on her face. It wasnt as bad as she thought but she still didnt want to dothe other 4

Nikolai was only in Herbology to observe, which was why he chose to sit in the back of the class. He wasn't planning on fully participating which was why he was quiet during the question and answer portion of the lesson. Besides the fact that he knew all the answers, he had just recently dealt with bubotubers and their pus only a few days ago during the first task.

His left hand absently rubbed his right, the feeling of all the boils gone. The Healer was hot good.

Pulling out his own equipment from his bag, he starting putting on his gloves when a figure falling to the ground caught his attention. Mia. He laughed to himself, and picking up his things he started on his way towards her. "You vill never learn how to harvest bubotuber pus vhile you are on the floor."

He placed his things on her table before holding his hand out for her to take.

Dianna crouched to the ground. She watched as others students were also thinking whether to do it or not. Well she couldn't wait for them all day could she?
She got down to work then digging around the bubotuber and loosening it. She then took a deep breath and massaged the pustules.
"Eww.." she murmured as she felt it squirm on her hands just a little bit. Then taking a cocktail stick she pricked the middle and squeezed the sides a little. She then saw something greenish come out and placed it all in her vial.
"Oh dear.." she was going to black out but not here and not now. She continued to the next pustule.

How. Rude!!

Mia sat on the floor blinking up at the bubotuber plant. She hadn't meant to squeeze it so hard, it didn't have to go and squirt its pus at her.

She was just about to stand back up when she spotted a pair of boot covered feet beside her and her gaze started moving upwards. First reaching the knees and then the waist. When she got to the chest, Mia knew who it was just as he spoke.

Her eyes moved up that last half a foot and she was looking into Nikolai's face. "I thought I'd try a new technique." She said, noticing the extended hand and she hesitated for a second before taking his hand and pulling herself to her feet.

Mia was about to explain her technique when a thought occurred to her. "You saw what happened didn't you?" And she would bet her last galleon that he laughed.

Emily saw the girl in front of her slip, and spun around the table to help.
Unfortunatelly, she slipped on the spilt pus and slid out of control, one of her cartwheeling arms snagging on her own half unpotted bubotuber and sending it spinning across the floor to rest next to the other girl. Emily realised too late that she was still sliding. She tripped on the girls outstretched leg, and ended up sprawled half on top of her, with the plant squashed between them.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry!!...Ouch, my belly hurts! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
Emily looked from the squished plant to her angry red belly and the boils already forming and tried frantically to hold back her tears.

It must've been the petrol-scent in the air, because Salander was feeling a little light-headed. He spent the entire discussion segment gazing dreamily out the window, and was only roused to attention when he felt someone bump into him "Eh... wha?" he sat up lazily, then eyed Mia on the floor.Watcha doin' down there? He glanced at his other side and saw the GlitterPuff scratching like a puppy looking for a bone. "We're working already? 'Mkay..." he stood up, and stared at the blackboard for a full minute before understanding "Oh... bubotubers." Deadpans.

Languidly slipping on the dragon-hide gloves, he dragged the pot closer to himself and started pawing at the soil, prompting the slug-like plant to squirm slightly "There, there" he murmured and patted the plant, having no clue of any encouragement from the Professor earlier. Thinking he has loosened the soil enough, Salander grabbed the plant with both his hands and shook it out of its pot, prompting it to squirm even further and its pustules almost to the brink of squirting. Almost.

He lay the slug-plant onto a tray and stared back at the board. Massage. Pop. Squeeze. Collect. Alright easy enough! he thought as he picked out a giant, quivering pustule. He didnt even get to massage it much when....

SQUIRT!!

Out popped the pus, smack onto Salander's robes.

"Oops" he mummbled as he stared at ooze slipping down his robes. He reached out for a vial and dragged it up the cloth, collecting the drippings. "Waste not, want not" he singsonged as he lay his first vial on the table. See that wasnt so bad was it?