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Since the ‘storm’ before Christmas, the delivery of the Herbology curriculum at Hogwarts had transitioned to everything Muggle. In fact, he hadn’t let anyone into the greenhouses since. If they had needed something from in there, he had gotten it for them himself. If he had been able to, that was. So many of the plants in the greenhouse survived solely with the help of magic and they were not doing well without it, okay? And Gus was wilting a little inside whenever he looked at the wilted leaves of all of his plant children and also… looking at his trampoline toadstools that had all squished down onto the floor and smelt disgusting. Therefore, today’s class (and all of them since the event) had been held outside the greenhouses or in a spare place in the castle to tackle basic… gardening skills. Weeding by hand, discussing germination, pruning the rose bushes that he had managed to salvage. Before… they got too cold and DIED PROBABLY A PAINFUL DEATH.
The students would head down after lunch to an outdoor area near the greenhouses where it was cold and Gus had demanded ~encouraged~ them to be decked out for the February weather. It wasn’t yet raining, but there was always a chance and it wasn’t like Gus could throw up some magic to protect them all. Professor Rainwater is sitting on a tree trunk, reading over a sheet of paper as the time ticked close to 1pm. There is a circle of logs and trunk stools for the students to sit on nearby. Behind the man is a large tub of junk that had very clearly been recycled from the kitchen - yoghurt pots, water bottles, egg cartons and whatever else you could think of - and his usual whiteboard that was now on wheels. He’d just have to use a real marker today like he had been since his magic one wasn’t working. He just hoped the kids had remembered their writing materials today. Having to write their own notes again wasn’t new, but it was something they were going to have to do until things were fixed.
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The courage to get up and take the marker and grab it to write on the board was nowhere to be found. Finny had been sat at his stool, gripping the edge of the bark and slowly leaning forward and then back, trying to will himself up to give an answer but the idea of any sort of extra attention on himself was absolutely TERRIFYING. Especially with Nem in the room. Did they know how terrified he was of them?
Probably not. They probably didnt even know he existed. And he was a-okay with that.
Finny's attention had shifted multiple times to Phoebe and Professor Rainwater, as well as Bernadette and the professor too. Uh. Two more names on his list of people to avoid? Yes. Absolutely. Uh.
He dug around his little pile of notes, organization was K E Y, and retrieved the list with the words AVOID AT ALL COSTS on top. Originally, it was magicked so that only he could see it but now- the effect was gone and he absolutely forgot about it. The little badger quickly scribbled down the two new names with a comment each for his own memory
Text Cut: AVOID AT ALL COSTS
Nem - big scary. Zaz - big meanie. Phoebe - made a throat cutting motion in class!!!!!! Bernadette - loud and??? argued with professor rainwater!!!
Now that that was done and updated Finny got up and moved on over to grab the nose plug and shovel, leaving the list on top of his other notes. The nose plug was inserted into his nose just before reaching for the shovel and- oh, merlin.
~the smell!!!!!~
He certainly didn't realize that the plug was supposed to go on over his nose. Oops. But anyway, he clenched his teeth, took a deep breath to hold in, and went to get a good scoop.
Now what?
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Honestly, his grandpa would probably be over the moon that his grandson was being hugged for showing a bit of compassion and performing a seemingly selfless act. Pity the man would never find out about it because Eiji intended to forget about the incident as soon as possible. Hopefully everyone else would show him the same courtesy.
Compost though. Right. Technically Eiji had been ahead of the curve again and had already offered up his own contribution to this discussion and therefore he felt no need to...write on the board. Especially after seeing what Jina had written. He was good staying where he sat, doing his best to start erasing that hug from memory. He was trying not to watch what anyone else was writing, but he did have a chuckle seeing Bernadette ERASE Jina's answer. It was a move that, frankly, he would have done himself. Maybe. The little smirk of approval he threw her before Professor Rainwater rained on the parade with point deduction would have said as much.
So...anyway. Grabbing a spade. Though for the briefest of moments he wondered why the professor was asking them to grab playing cards.
He really hated this term. So much.
So Eiji followed along and was mostly ignoring everyone else - it was hard to focus on anything else given the sheer volume with which their professor spoke anyway - and simply prepared to hunker down and scoop. He had no need for nose plugs either, he was fine. The seventh year was actually actively trying to block out all the talking the moment he heard the suggestion of a sing-along...because no thank you. Really. No thank you. He recalled his mum talking about a Herbology professor she had had who had done a bit of singing in class too. This was something else he really did not need to come back around and haunt him, thanks.
He was basically off in his own little area with his spade and doing his digging. Though he was doing a bit of identification inside his head of what he may be scooping, it was the potioneer in him. Always looking for the freshest ingredients. He was really missing magic in the moment though and itching to find out which patch was the most potent - and not because of smell.
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You know what was incredibly disappointing? The fact that she could now not REMEMBER what they had already been talking about for this class. There was a lot of answers written on the board but... she couldn't remember the question. K went ahead and scribbled them all down in her notebook anyways because, MAYBE she'd get lucky and remember later or something of the sort.
Then hearing instructions to grab a spade, she stuffed her items back in her bag, quickly, before setting it aside to retrieve later after their walk. Or, whatever this activity was that Professor Rainwater had planned for them. She could feel her memory slipping already on what she was supposed to be doing next, so she focused on following Aboli. She seemed like she ALWAYS paid attention in class and probably got good grades, so that was probably a safe bet. She was also trying to do this CASUALLY though so as not to appear like she was just stalking the Slytherin. She nearly deflated when she saw their destination. Were they playing in poop today?
She sighed, falling in line for nose plugs and a trowel to start the task. Because of her current spot in line, she was close enough to hear the older blue make an apparently RUDE comment.
Uhm. EXCUSE YOU?!
The Hufflepuff pasted a sweet smile onto her face, purposefully pushing against the older student {Missa} in her reach to grab the proper equipment. "How NICE of you to point out how excited we ALL are to get to help Professor Rainwater gather supplies for the Herbology Greenhouses. I mean, of course we all want to help out, but Aboli is such an exceptional student I'm sure she'll be graciously leading us through the task that SOME might complain about." Because she was assuming the rude and snarky comment was merely for the sake that she was GRUMPY about the task for the day. Which truth be told, it's not like it was her favorite task but she'd do it. "I mean, I'm sure that MUST be what you were trying to say since it wouldn't look good at all for a Prefect to be making derogatory remarks to a fellow student."
And with that, she turned to go find herself a spot to start shoveling, but stopping briefly to raise her hand and offer a quick answer to the latest question. "Deer poop is small and like a rounded pellet." Pretty sure goats and other muggle creatures were similar as well.
Now, on to the work!
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Isla was getting distracted. She had answers that she thought were good answers, but someone had gone and mentioned putting human waste in compost, and Isla just thought she was going to be sick. It did kind of make her giggle, though. I mean...can you just imagine. Nope. She wasn't even going to go there.
Then things got even more distracting when Bernie went and crossed out an answer and lost herself ten points. YES! This was the Bernie she'd come to know and love! The amount of excitement in this classroom just went from ONE TO FUN. The second year was pretty content to just sit back and watch a show, but unfortunately for her, Rainwater had other ideas. He drew in her attention when he mentioned something about researching what was good for things after class... HAHAHA. Like she was going to do THAT.
Oooohhhhhh, they were going for a walk?! Awesome! Isla hopped up, grabbed a spade, and followed along. Wait a minute...they were going to scoop poop? This had been a TRAP. A very nasty and smelly trap! Besides, she had already done this for WWW earlier in the school year. Hadn't that been enough poop scooping for a while? She frowned but decided to chime in with an answer. Sort of. "I agree with her," she said, looking at what's-her-face (Claudine). "Mooncalf dung."
Since she couldn't complain out loud for fear of detention, Isla decided to do some silent complaining while she scooped.
This is my second time having to do this, ya know? *scoop scoop scoop*
What's the deal with all the smelly classrooms and their smelly assignments? *scoop scoop scoop*
You sure none of this is human waste? *scoop scoop scoop*
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Good lord, and Whitney had thought herself moody! Moods flying left and right 'round here! Though secretly, she was finding all sorts of ......... what was the word again? Oh yeah, amusement. She was finding all sorts of amusement in it. What she wasn't finding amusement in was the thought of dung shoveling. Grooooossss. But the look on Professor......what was his name again's face told her that if she dared complain she would find herself in detention. Not a place she wanted to be, no thanks. Even if there was bound to be some forgetting in there somewhere that would get her out of it. So, she grabbed a....shovelly thing, slipped on a pair of gloves (no way was she going near that stuff bare-handed) and noseplug and got to shoveling.
"So is rabbit poop," added on to the Hufflepuff's (Kimberly) answer. Relcutantly, since there was a bit of angry scooping going on (not on her part, this time) she didn't want this stuff in her mouth.
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Missa would have apologized, she really would have - she did have the capacity to correct her behavior when she felt she had done wrong - but that reply from Aboli? Missa smiled some more. Considering how Missa hadn't technically said anything rude, this was just really amusing.
But before she could say something, she was being PUSHED at.
???
She watched the girl as she went on and on, and then blinked, "Um, who even are you?" Because please. But also really, Missa wasn't sure who this girl was - or why she felt the need to butt into other people's conversations.
Moving on...
Brushing past the girl, the Ravenclaw continued doing her work.
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Naya kept writing her notes because given her memory, she would need help remembering things. She was happy that her answer was correct, but then.......then she found out what they would be doing next. Naya didn’t mind digging and shoveling, but she was not too pleased about the manure they would be working with. Shoveling poo and they weren’t allowed to complain. That was going to be hard.
Naya supposed she should be thankful that there were nose plugs. She made sure to get one and put it in place. Great. She couldn’t smell anything, but the manure fumes would be going into her mouth. Yuck. Resigned to the task at hand, she got her spade and set out to get the job done as quickly as possible.
As the Gryffindor began to shovel, she thought about the question that the professor had asked. She had no idea how to identify which animal poop belonged to which animal. All she knew was small poop, small animal. Big poop, well the rest was obvious. Keeping that little fun fact to herself, she continued to dig and scoop. It was pretty safe to say that this was the part of Herbology that she did not dig. See what she did there?
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O___________O SWEET SLURPING SARLACCS! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! One minute, it seemed like things were getting back to normal (or as normal as possible, given the circumstances). Then the next thing Heath knew, Professor Rainwater completely went off on the sad Gryffindor girl (Bernie). Went off like a blaster or a TIE fighter cannon or… something not Star Wars related. In an instant, all his fears that had been overshadowed by concern for the professor returned tenfold. He half expected the girl to start crying, but to his surprise, she actually fired back at him.
All this conflict made it practically impossible for Heath to concentrate on the lesson. He kept his head down, focusing all his attention on copying down notes so as not to inadvertently draw attention to himself. He only looked up when the directions were given. Blink, blink. Did the professor just say they were going to -? Of course he did. Heath knew nothing good could come from talking about that. As he listened, something else the professor said stuck out. What did he mean, original plan? Was he referring to something else he had in mind back when magic was still working, or was this a last-minute activity change meant to punish that Gryffindor girl? Honestly, neither would surprise him at this point!
Either way, Heath silently rose to join the rest of the group. He collected a spade and nose plug, giving Professor Rainwater a polite nod in thanks because he was too scared of accidentally setting him off again to actually talk. There was no need to worry about him complaining. Even without the threat of detention, even if he wasn’t terrified of this professor, he wasn’t the complaining type. He was more the bottle-up-his-emotions-until-he’s-alone type.
Heath didn’t hear the interaction between the two older girls (Missa & Aboli), but he did overhear Kimmie’s comment. He blinked confusedly. Granted, his memory wasn’t what it used to be, but that didn’t sound like her at all! Had he missed something? Never mind, it didn’t matter. He was so done with all the confrontation happening in this class!
Nose plug firmly in place, Heath started to scoop when out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a younger student (Finn) who was wearing his nose plug wrong. Normally he would never make the first move, but he felt like he should do something nice to combat the aggressive vibe in this class! “Hey,” he said, turning to the younger boy with a small friendly smile, keeping his voice down so as not to draw unnecessary attention to him, “That’s going to work better if you wear it over your nose. See?” He gestured to his own nose plug.
He continued shoveling, depositing each scoopful into the barrel, and - Wait, wasn’t there something else he was supposed to do? It was only when Heath heard his classmates talking that he remembered the question. The only problem was he had no idea how to answer it! He couldn’t identify which creature this stuff came from. All he knew was that it wasn’t cat dung, and he only knew that from cleaning Rey’s litterbox. Why did they even need to know that anyway? It wasn’t sarcasm; he was genuinely curious. Were there some types of animal… manure that were better for plants than others? Was that of a magical creature more beneficial than a non-magical one? Perhaps the other way around?
Heath had so many questions, none of which he dared ask for fear of saying the wrong thing and making the professor angry again, but… what if he made him angry by not saying anything at all? What if the professor took his silence as an attitude problem? That wasn’t the case at all! He wasn’t trying to be difficult; he was just confused… and scared.
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Valencia, while was not very excited about the manure. She lived with too many animals and often cleaning up after them would be a chore. Although, in this moment, she missed home more than she felt like rushing through this.
As for composting, her muggle grandparents did compost. They never put in... animal output... of any variety. It was food scraps, plant scraps, and paper or cardboard scraps. She much preferred any other nitrogen sources.
She grabbed a spade and silently got to work. Mind wandering down the chemistry rabbithole that the word Nitrogen brought about.
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Bern was NOT OKAY and also wasn't sure when or how she had started going by just the first four letters of her name but frankly it was a fine variation that was like sweat on a duck's beak or however the expression went. "No, I'm not," she sniffled at Abacus or whatever the kind older girl was named. (She couldn't remember, but she DID recall LIKING the girl, from something earlier in the year, vaguely.)
Bern(ie) was still making furious eye contact with the ground when the professor EXPLODED, or at least, when she cued into the fact that, somehow, she had caused Rainwater to turn into Steamwater. "Wot?!" the little lion looked up, still blinking rapidly to keep from full-on crying. "Wot? Sir?" She stuck a finger in her ear to make sure she didn't have a build-up of earwax. "Sir, it sounded like you said I ERASED an answer but I DIDN'T, sir, PROFESSOR, sir." Bernie's sass only grew LOUDER as she became more alert to the CURRENT SITUATION and less obsessed with her own (home) situation. "SIR, I ONLY CROSSED OUT A WRONG ANSWER, I didn't full-on ERASE IT."
AND NOW she was being told to sTaY aFtEr CLaSS YET AGAIN and and and-- "MINUS TEN POINTS!" the lion was nearly in a rage, ready to STORM OUT OF CLASS only they were ALREADY OUTSIDE so the dramatic effect would have been ENTIRELY RUIIIIINED. And also, as a group they were all storming off together to a secondary location aNyWaY. She DID stand up though, especially when he CALLED ATTENTION TO HER TO STAY PUT like she was some kind of DOG that could be told to SIT and FETCH and ROLL OVER?!
Oh no, there was more than one person (or compost pile) fuming in Herbology today. This. Was. Not. Good.
Bernie ROUGHLY grabbed a spade when it was time and HURRIED OVER TO Steamwater's side. "Ssssssssirrrrrrrrrrrrrrr," she HISSED at him between clenched teeth. Oh forget the whole STAY-AFTER-CLASS bit. Bernie was TOO FIRED UP right meow. She'd already been wearing her emotions on her sleeve and NOW she was wearing them ALL (well, all the angery ones) ON HER FACE. "SIRRRRRRR how come I lost ten points, sir. How come. I gave a GREAT answer." AND she'd been doing HIS JOB FOR HIM in correcting her peers! So really, not only should he give those points back, but he should ALSO give her a portion of his salary for the day!
This was Schmoe's office all over again, wasn't it. .____. Thank Merlin Bernie didn't say these last few sentences aloud.
Gus never wanted to lose his cool in class. It wasn’t fair on the kids and it wasn’t fair on him, but there were some things that he just wasn’t going to let slide and BERNADETTE AND THE BOARD was one of them. Her initial protests had fallen on deaf ears, because he was TOO BUSY practicing his calming breathing. But when they got started on the scooping, there the third year was at his side. Why… well, why was he not surprised? With only a glance her way, Gus sighed. ”Bernadette, you cancelled your own great answer by attacking someone elses. You could have verbally explained why that answer was incorrect, without crossing it out. You’re a third year, not a first. I really expected better.” That was the truth. He didn’t think that he was teaching spiteful teenagers.
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Islay hadn’t even responded to Professor Rainwater at first, she had just sat there staring and thinking about...scrambled eggs? Why was she – ooooh Professor Rainwater was talking to her. She just smiled at him and nodded. “that sounds good sir, I’m glad you liked it” she smiled.
What do plats need – she couldn’t think at first her brain was...blanking, blinking she just looked around before raising her hand and quietly, adding “Nitrogen?”
She was so busy taking notes that Professor Rainwater had moved on AGAIN – okay...she could do this...okay, so they were talking about compost. Food scraps...worms...s-what was she thinking again? She rubbed her forehead and looked up at Professor Rainwater. She got up, walked to the front of the class and sighed “I couldn’t think...literally, I couldn’t think – I’m sorry Professorr,” she was walking back to her seat when she stopped, “worms sir, we have composting worms in our pile as they help recyle the food scraps” it felt like her brain had started working again in that split second or at least like the fan of a computer had turned on and it started working a little better.
Islay looked up at the Professor as he asked whether people the compost belongs to...she just sat there for a moment and then raised her hand, “Professor, I know that chicken based compost is more yellow in color from my grandparents raising them on their farm” she offered not sure if that was what he had been asking for them to do...but, here she was standing there when Professor Rainwater returned...aaaaand she was going to have fun with this.
With a soft smile, Gus nodded. ”Chicken poo is more yellow based, Islay, thank you. However, none of this is from chickens. Professor Williamson did not name chickens when telling me what was here.” But it was nice to know she knew something about what came out of the back end of a chicken? Something like that anyway.
SPOILER!!: Missa, Aboli and Kimberly
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Missa felt jealous. She rarely felt this way, but when she did - it pretty much consumed her enough to ruin her day. She hated this thing about herself, but despite smiling wide at the one point she received from Professor Rainwater, she felt extremely irked that Cecelia received more.
And Professor Rainwater looked so much happy with the younger girl than her.
No matter, she would just try a little harder next time. Though she was sure answers like 'love' may not come naturally to her.
Moving on... she tried not to let this uncalled for jealousy influence in the way she thought about the next question, but let's be real - it was all she could think about as she wrote her answer on the board: Fruit and vegetable scraps.
Also, ugh, why wasn't she surprised - Aboli's answer was about dung. The younger girl was just extremely interested in talking about human or animal waste, wasn't she?
Speaking of waste....... they were doing what now?? Giving Aboli a small look and a smile, she couldn't help but say, "you must be so excited," before grabbing a spade. Missa didn't need telling twice though, because even before she could SMELL anything, she took that nose plug and put it on.
"Never really tried looking at creature dung with much interest before, Professor," she said, with a small awkward chuckle before attempting to shovel. But do you think maybe you could differentiate between them - by recognizing who ate what....." she was just brainstorming.
WHY. Why were they doing this? Oh right, saving plants - yes.
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Rainwater's tone of voice when he responded to her answer absolutely gutted her. ;__; She understood he was mad at Bernie - why, she had no clue??? - but to LET IT LINGER WITH HER? So she just stayed quiet and pat Bernie's back until the firecracker of a Gryffindor went and............did all ~that to Rainwater.
Welp.
Aboli had been about to get a tissue for the sad girl but....now she was gonna land herself in detention, and Aboli was a little disappointed that she had NOT gotten the chance to comfort someone to her best ability. How RUDE of you, Bernadette. RUDE.
But they were...scooping at manure now? Wow. That would be.....the most exciting thing ever. At least Rainwater had a positive attitude about it??? Which made it better, she supposed...even she was HURT by his tone earlier...but whatever.
She was about to go happily grab a spade and get started when...she heard that from Missa. And for some reason, it really made her bite her lip as she held it together. Why did Missa think she'd enjoy digging through poop? Was it because she thought Aboli was RUBBISH? Or POOP - human waste - herself? She would never have admitted to Missa, but it kind of hurt her feelings, and in HER head, she still felt as if she had done NOTHING wrong to the Ravenclaw.
Um.
"...honestly, eat dung, Missa," she hissed in reply, quiet enough so HOPEFULLY Rainwater wouldn't hear, and she went to grab her spade and go SMASH into the manure. Maybe she'd accidentally fling some on Missa. Aboli wasn't afraid of some poop. Everything pooped. It was a natural part of life.
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You know what was incredibly disappointing? The fact that she could now not REMEMBER what they had already been talking about for this class. There was a lot of answers written on the board but... she couldn't remember the question. K went ahead and scribbled them all down in her notebook anyways because, MAYBE she'd get lucky and remember later or something of the sort.
Then hearing instructions to grab a spade, she stuffed her items back in her bag, quickly, before setting it aside to retrieve later after their walk. Or, whatever this activity was that Professor Rainwater had planned for them. She could feel her memory slipping already on what she was supposed to be doing next, so she focused on following Aboli. She seemed like she ALWAYS paid attention in class and probably got good grades, so that was probably a safe bet. She was also trying to do this CASUALLY though so as not to appear like she was just stalking the Slytherin. She nearly deflated when she saw their destination. Were they playing in poop today?
She sighed, falling in line for nose plugs and a trowel to start the task. Because of her current spot in line, she was close enough to hear the older blue make an apparently RUDE comment.
Uhm. EXCUSE YOU?!
The Hufflepuff pasted a sweet smile onto her face, purposefully pushing against the older student {Missa} in her reach to grab the proper equipment. "How NICE of you to point out how excited we ALL are to get to help Professor Rainwater gather supplies for the Herbology Greenhouses. I mean, of course we all want to help out, but Aboli is such an exceptional student I'm sure she'll be graciously leading us through the task that SOME might complain about." Because she was assuming the rude and snarky comment was merely for the sake that she was GRUMPY about the task for the day. Which truth be told, it's not like it was her favorite task but she'd do it. "I mean, I'm sure that MUST be what you were trying to say since it wouldn't look good at all for a Prefect to be making derogatory remarks to a fellow student."
And with that, she turned to go find herself a spot to start shoveling, but stopping briefly to raise her hand and offer a quick answer to the latest question. "Deer poop is small and like a rounded pellet." Pretty sure goats and other muggle creatures were similar as well.
Now, on to the work!
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Missa would have apologized, she really would have - she did have the capacity to correct her behavior when she felt she had done wrong - but that reply from Aboli? Missa smiled some more. Considering how Missa hadn't technically said anything rude, this was just really amusing.
But before she could say something, she was being PUSHED at.
???
She watched the girl as she went on and on, and then blinked, "Um, who even are you?" Because please. But also really, Missa wasn't sure who this girl was - or why she felt the need to butt into other people's conversations.
Moving on...
Brushing past the girl, the Ravenclaw continued doing her work.
Gus GRINNED. ”YES, Missa! You can take diet into consideration and inspect the poop! That’s obviously probably more for another subject than me BUT I know a little bit and the bottom deposits!!! Five points!” You know how you weren’t supposed to have favourites..? OBviously Gus didn’t. But he DID know that he was going to miss having Missa in his classes next year. Why were the good ones always seventh years? Ugh. Ok. So maybe he did have a favourite. Maybe. Just maybe. Only maybe.
Want to know what he DIDN’T like, though? Teenage GIRLS and their drama. He may have not been able to hear everything that was being said but he could SEE fake smiles and he knew what they meant in girl world and HE WAS ALREADY HEATED. DID THESE KIDS NOT KNOW THAT HE WAS READY TO HAUL THEM INTO HIS OFFICE?!
”Miss Amstern, Miss Song and Miss Renaldi! I will also be seeing the three of you in my office after class. This is not a school for toddlers and I will NOT tolerate toddler behaviour in my class.” FURIOUS.
GURGUSTIUS WAS FURIOUS.
SPOILER!!: Claudine
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Ah, right. So Claudine had forgotten, or maybe she just hadn’t realised, that coffee hid the stinky smell of compost. But the most important thing was that her answer was accepted and she beamed happily at Rainwater as she returned to the tree stump. What she couldn’t figure out was why other students wanted to make him angry though. Like that Gryffindor girl whom Claudine referred to as ‘Random girl’ these days. Who did she think she was? Claudine shook her head. Clearly Random Girl thought that she was in charge of this lesson. Clearly she was [/i]not/[/i].
Sitting once more, the third year worked on her notes. Human waste? Yeah, no thanks. That was a huge no-no for her future composts. Also… spade? Did that mean…? Claudine groaned inwardly, willing Rainwater to take all the time he needed to get those spades he had forgotten. All too soon he was back though and she a bit reluctantly got to her feet to collect one. Allowing other students to walk ahead of her, she eventually followed at the back of the group.
Wrinkling her nose, she listened to the instructions. But you know what? Claudine simply was relieved about the nose plugs being provided. Rainwater usually thought about everything and she appreciated him so much for that.
Nose plug in use correctly, she held the shovel as best as she could: left hand more towards the base of the stick, right hand towards the back so that there’d be more leverage. One small scoop of poop onto the spade and into the barrel.
“Um. Mooncalf poop, Professor?’’ she suggested. Also, a sing along? Nope.
Taking a deep breath after…… the second of those incidents, Gus turned to look at Claudine and managed another smile in her direction. ”What makes you think mooncalf, Claudine?”
SPOILER!!: Finn and Heath
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Okay- yeAH! Yes! Gonna- we're gonna- we're-
nope.
The courage to get up and take the marker and grab it to write on the board was nowhere to be found. Finny had been sat at his stool, gripping the edge of the bark and slowly leaning forward and then back, trying to will himself up to give an answer but the idea of any sort of extra attention on himself was absolutely TERRIFYING. Especially with Nem in the room. Did they know how terrified he was of them?
Probably not. They probably didnt even know he existed. And he was a-okay with that.
Finny's attention had shifted multiple times to Phoebe and Professor Rainwater, as well as Bernadette and the professor too. Uh. Two more names on his list of people to avoid? Yes. Absolutely. Uh.
He dug around his little pile of notes, organization was K E Y, and retrieved the list with the words AVOID AT ALL COSTS on top. Originally, it was magicked so that only he could see it but now- the effect was gone and he absolutely forgot about it. The little badger quickly scribbled down the two new names with a comment each for his own memory
Text Cut: AVOID AT ALL COSTS
Nem - big scary. Zaz - big meanie. Phoebe - made a throat cutting motion in class!!!!!! Bernadette - loud and??? argued with professor rainwater!!!
Now that that was done and updated Finny got up and moved on over to grab the nose plug and shovel, leaving the list on top of his other notes. The nose plug was inserted into his nose just before reaching for the shovel and- oh, merlin.
~the smell!!!!!~
He certainly didn't realize that the plug was supposed to go on over his nose. Oops. But anyway, he clenched his teeth, took a deep breath to hold in, and went to get a good scoop.
Now what?
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O___________O SWEET SLURPING SARLACCS! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! One minute, it seemed like things were getting back to normal (or as normal as possible, given the circumstances). Then the next thing Heath knew, Professor Rainwater completely went off on the sad Gryffindor girl (Bernie). Went off like a blaster or a TIE fighter cannon or… something not Star Wars related. In an instant, all his fears that had been overshadowed by concern for the professor returned tenfold. He half expected the girl to start crying, but to his surprise, she actually fired back at him.
All this conflict made it practically impossible for Heath to concentrate on the lesson. He kept his head down, focusing all his attention on copying down notes so as not to inadvertently draw attention to himself. He only looked up when the directions were given. Blink, blink. Did the professor just say they were going to -? Of course he did. Heath knew nothing good could come from talking about that. As he listened, something else the professor said stuck out. What did he mean, original plan? Was he referring to something else he had in mind back when magic was still working, or was this a last-minute activity change meant to punish that Gryffindor girl? Honestly, neither would surprise him at this point!
Either way, Heath silently rose to join the rest of the group. He collected a spade and nose plug, giving Professor Rainwater a polite nod in thanks because he was too scared of accidentally setting him off again to actually talk. There was no need to worry about him complaining. Even without the threat of detention, even if he wasn’t terrified of this professor, he wasn’t the complaining type. He was more the bottle-up-his-emotions-until-he’s-alone type.
Heath didn’t hear the interaction between the two older girls (Missa & Aboli), but he did overhear Kimmie’s comment. He blinked confusedly. Granted, his memory wasn’t what it used to be, but that didn’t sound like her at all! Had he missed something? Never mind, it didn’t matter. He was so done with all the confrontation happening in this class!
Nose plug firmly in place, Heath started to scoop when out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a younger student (Finn) who was wearing his nose plug wrong. Normally he would never make the first move, but he felt like he should do something nice to combat the aggressive vibe in this class! “Hey,” he said, turning to the younger boy with a small friendly smile, keeping his voice down so as not to draw unnecessary attention to him, “That’s going to work better if you wear it over your nose. See?” He gestured to his own nose plug.
He continued shoveling, depositing each scoopful into the barrel, and - Wait, wasn’t there something else he was supposed to do? It was only when Heath heard his classmates talking that he remembered the question. The only problem was he had no idea how to answer it! He couldn’t identify which creature this stuff came from. All he knew was that it wasn’t cat dung, and he only knew that from cleaning Rey’s litterbox. Why did they even need to know that anyway? It wasn’t sarcasm; he was genuinely curious. Were there some types of animal… manure that were better for plants than others? Was that of a magical creature more beneficial than a non-magical one? Perhaps the other way around?
Heath had so many questions, none of which he dared ask for fear of saying the wrong thing and making the professor angry again, but… what if he made him angry by not saying anything at all? What if the professor took his silence as an attitude problem? That wasn’t the case at all! He wasn’t trying to be difficult; he was just confused… and scared.
Gus was just about to step in and assist Finn with using his nose plug when Heath took control of that for him. ”Thank you, Heath. That was kind. Take a point.” Because you know what he was going to do right now? Reward the good behaviour. To ridiculous amounts and try to draw his attention away from anything that wasn’t that. He couldn’t handle having to talk to another student during class, so honestly he was just hoping these kids kept their attitudes in check because HE WAS AT HIS LIMIT.
SPOILER!!: Eiji
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Honestly, his grandpa would probably be over the moon that his grandson was being hugged for showing a bit of compassion and performing a seemingly selfless act. Pity the man would never find out about it because Eiji intended to forget about the incident as soon as possible. Hopefully everyone else would show him the same courtesy.
Compost though. Right. Technically Eiji had been ahead of the curve again and had already offered up his own contribution to this discussion and therefore he felt no need to...write on the board. Especially after seeing what Jina had written. He was good staying where he sat, doing his best to start erasing that hug from memory. He was trying not to watch what anyone else was writing, but he did have a chuckle seeing Bernadette ERASE Jina's answer. It was a move that, frankly, he would have done himself. Maybe. The little smirk of approval he threw her before Professor Rainwater rained on the parade with point deduction would have said as much.
So...anyway. Grabbing a spade. Though for the briefest of moments he wondered why the professor was asking them to grab playing cards.
He really hated this term. So much.
So Eiji followed along and was mostly ignoring everyone else - it was hard to focus on anything else given the sheer volume with which their professor spoke anyway - and simply prepared to hunker down and scoop. He had no need for nose plugs either, he was fine. The seventh year was actually actively trying to block out all the talking the moment he heard the suggestion of a sing-along...because no thank you. Really. No thank you. He recalled his mum talking about a Herbology professor she had had who had done a bit of singing in class too. This was something else he really did not need to come back around and haunt him, thanks.
He was basically off in his own little area with his spade and doing his digging. Though he was doing a bit of identification inside his head of what he may be scooping, it was the potioneer in him. Always looking for the freshest ingredients. He was really missing magic in the moment though and itching to find out which patch was the most potent - and not because of smell.
Gus wandered around the students, collecting his own spadefuls of manure to add to the barrel. ”I just wanted to say thank you again, Eiji. It’s extremely thoughtful of you to consider me instead of-- well, instead of not. Thank you.” And off he went aGussing and aSpading.
SPOILER!!: Isla
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Originally Posted by Anna Banana
Isla was getting distracted. She had answers that she thought were good answers, but someone had gone and mentioned putting human waste in compost, and Isla just thought she was going to be sick. It did kind of make her giggle, though. I mean...can you just imagine. Nope. She wasn't even going to go there.
Then things got even more distracting when Bernie went and crossed out an answer and lost herself ten points. YES! This was the Bernie she'd come to know and love! The amount of excitement in this classroom just went from ONE TO FUN. The second year was pretty content to just sit back and watch a show, but unfortunately for her, Rainwater had other ideas. He drew in her attention when he mentioned something about researching what was good for things after class... HAHAHA. Like she was going to do THAT.
Oooohhhhhh, they were going for a walk?! Awesome! Isla hopped up, grabbed a spade, and followed along. Wait a minute...they were going to scoop poop? This had been a TRAP. A very nasty and smelly trap! Besides, she had already done this for WWW earlier in the school year. Hadn't that been enough poop scooping for a while? She frowned but decided to chime in with an answer. Sort of. "I agree with her," she said, looking at what's-her-face (Claudine). "Mooncalf dung."
Since she couldn't complain out loud for fear of detention, Isla decided to do some silent complaining while she scooped.
This is my second time having to do this, ya know? *scoop scoop scoop*
What's the deal with all the smelly classrooms and their smelly assignments? *scoop scoop scoop*
You sure none of this is human waste? *scoop scoop scoop*
Her? Gus didn’t address it, but just...nodded? ”Same question to you as I asked Claudine, then. What makes you think mooncalf?”
SPOILER!!: Whitney
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Good lord, and Whitney had thought herself moody! Moods flying left and right 'round here! Though secretly, she was finding all sorts of ......... what was the word again? Oh yeah, amusement. She was finding all sorts of amusement in it. What she wasn't finding amusement in was the thought of dung shoveling. Grooooossss. But the look on Professor......what was his name again's face told her that if she dared complain she would find herself in detention. Not a place she wanted to be, no thanks. Even if there was bound to be some forgetting in there somewhere that would get her out of it. So, she grabbed a....shovelly thing, slipped on a pair of gloves (no way was she going near that stuff bare-handed) and noseplug and got to shoveling.
"So is rabbit poop," added on to the Hufflepuff's (Kimberly) answer. Relcutantly, since there was a bit of angry scooping going on (not on her part, this time) she didn't want this stuff in her mouth.
Honestly, Gus had been so frustrated by the situation between the three girls that he hadn’t caught that Whitney was adding onto Kimberly’s answer. He’d not even paid attention to the first answer given.. ”Rabbit poop is what?” Uhhhhhhhhh
SPOILER!!: Naya
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Naya kept writing her notes because given her memory, she would need help remembering things. She was happy that her answer was correct, but then.......then she found out what they would be doing next. Naya didn’t mind digging and shoveling, but she was not too pleased about the manure they would be working with. Shoveling poo and they weren’t allowed to complain. That was going to be hard.
Naya supposed she should be thankful that there were nose plugs. She made sure to get one and put it in place. Great. She couldn’t smell anything, but the manure fumes would be going into her mouth. Yuck. Resigned to the task at hand, she got her spade and set out to get the job done as quickly as possible.
As the Gryffindor began to shovel, she thought about the question that the professor had asked. She had no idea how to identify which animal poop belonged to which animal. All she knew was small poop, small animal. Big poop, well the rest was obvious. Keeping that little fun fact to herself, she continued to dig and scoop. It was pretty safe to say that this was the part of Herbology that she did not dig. See what she did there?
No answer from Naya as he walked past her. Gus wasn’t going to pry, though. He was just glad she was shovelling and not complaining.
SPOILER!!: Valencia
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Valencia, while was not very excited about the manure. She lived with too many animals and often cleaning up after them would be a chore. Although, in this moment, she missed home more than she felt like rushing through this.
As for composting, her muggle grandparents did compost. They never put in... animal output... of any variety. It was food scraps, plant scraps, and paper or cardboard scraps. She much preferred any other nitrogen sources.
She grabbed a spade and silently got to work. Mind wandering down the chemistry rabbithole that the word Nitrogen brought about.
Another quiet one.. Gus was slowly getting used to this. He wouldn’t beg for answers if the kids didn’t want to give them. Nevermind.
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He… was supposed to have done something else over here, wasn’t he? He’d...forgotten. Ugh. He wouldn’t tell the kids that. They wouldn’t know unless he’d told them what he wanted to do. Had he done that? No. No. Peering over into the barrel, Gus fixed the lid into it and drew attention back to himself with a series of claps. Hi. Hello. ”Our barrel is full! Let’s head back to our lesson area and we can get started with our next activity!!” They needed to carry their shovels though, because Gus was busy rolling the poop barrel back ahead of them. NO TIME WASTING. LET’S GOoOoooo.
Once they had all gathered back at their seats, Gus left the poop barrel a little bit away from them and moved in the trunk of junk and the whiteboard. He cleared off the board with his sleeve and waited for the attention of these pesky teenagers to be on him again. ”OK so.. Thank you for helping with that job. It’s not only going to help me, but it’s going to help you too with your homework for the rest of the school year.” Instead of their toadstool project. </3 His poor toadstools. Nope. Nope. Wasn’t going to cry again in this class. He’d already gotten annoyed twice and he couldn’t get UPSET twice. Nope. ”sO, animal manure is actually a GREAT fertiliser for plants - what with all the nutrients that can be found in it. HowEVER.. It is BEST only after it has been in a compost solution and mixture for a period of time as the pH levels can actually be too concentrated for the plants and do the complete opposite to what you want by…...killing them.” AND HE DIDN’T NEED ANY MORE DEAD PLANTS ON HIS WATCH, OK? ;______;
”Our classes won’t be the same until we have access to magic, so I’d like for us to have a deep dive into the composting and fertilizing process. There are so many routes you can go down with them both, so I want to look into all of that.. For the sake of our herbology resources. I’m one man and we have a full greenhouse of...plants that need our help. Many of them are not able to grow in this Scottish weather and many of them require magic to grow to their best potential. And obviously we don’t have that. But what I do have is creature manure at my disposal and a student body to assist.” Were they getting the gist? What was he talking about again? Uhhhhhhhh…… OH! YES. OH.
”We’re going to make our own MINI COMPOST MACHINES!!!!!!!!!!!” Wasn’t that exciting?! Look, he was excited!
”You’re going to need a 2 litre plastic bottle from my trunk of junk and a pair of scissors OR cutting tools from your herbology kit if you have them with you. Scissors are in the pouch on the trunk! Grab and go sit! I’ll talk you through each step as I’ll be making one TOO!” Wasn’t it going to be nice to have a little project together? Work through instructions together? Honestly, he needed to work through the instructions slowly and with the photographs he had of the process because he’d forget without them. It was difficult.. Teaching when you were sometimes a little bit transparent was……….difficult. He stuck up the first three photographs onto the whiteboard, which were big enough for everyone to see and wrote ‘step one’, ‘step two’ and ‘step three’ under each of them.
”SO FIRSTLY!!” He tapped his marker against the step one picture.. Loudly, before showing his own large bottle. ”You’re going to cut the top of the bottle about a third of the way down from the top! NOT all the way through - you’re going to need a section attached to act as a HINGE. IF YOU CUT ALL THE WAY THROUGH, YOU WILL HAVE TO START AGAIN!” Was that clear? They needed a hinge. A HINGE. Taking his own bottle and scissors, Gus pinched together a portion of the plastic about a third of the way down from the top and made a small snip which then made it easier to slip his scissors inside and cut abou 80% of the way around the bottle. ”Look! A hinnnnnnnnnnnnnnge.” He demonstrated by pushing the top of his bottle back where the still attached section bent back.
”We aren’t splinching the bottle, we’re just… hinging it???” That hadn’t came out properly hah. ”Help others with their cutting if they need it...or if they don’t think they can be trusted with scissors.” There were a number of students that he thought fit into that last category, honestly.
OOC: POOP POOP POOP POOP POOP. POOP EMOJI 4 U ALL. HAH.
Alriiiiiiiiiighty. MAIN ACTIVITY, GUYS. We’re CRAFTING! OoooooOooOOOH how exciting! We have a couple of days left in class, so I’ll be moving us on a few steps every 24 hours! Gus is making one alongside the students so they’ll have his craft to see as a guide as well as the photos on the whiteboard of one he made earlier. (Blue Peter moment, anyone?!)
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She'd already moved on from the interaction with the older Ravenclaw, so ignored the question of asking who she was. She had no interest further in the older girl and as such felt no need to introduce herself. Besides, she felt like now that she had said her small piece she had to be ENTHUSIASTIC about scooping poop, which was absolutely a difficult thing to do. But she was TRYING okay?
Hearing Professor Rainwater snap that the three girls would need to report to his office after class, she just nodded her consent with an accompanied [B]"Yes, Professor."]/B] She wasn't too fussed about having to go to the office, as she figured it was bound to happen sooner or later, she just hoped she REMEMBERED to stay. But she did feel sorry for the snake knowing how she felt about getting in trouble, and how she felt about Herbology. K glanced at her friend acquaintance briefly before refocusing on the task.
Hearing Professor Rainwater announce they were done shoveling, K stood, adjusting her uniform from wrinkles and followed along after the rest of the class. She removed her nose clip for the time being, thankfully breathing in fresh air again.
Once they were back to the lesson area, she found herself a work station. Hearing the instructions for step one all the way through, K stood before making her way to grab a 2 liter bottle and a pair of scissors. She had not remembered today was Herbology until she saw her fellow students, so she had not brought her kit in her bag. She should probably make a note to just carry that around everywhere too. Making her way back towards her newly claimed area, she set to work on her bottle.
She did feel a little attacked at the mention of not trusting others with scissors, so she was determined to do this CORRECTLY. So she cut as instructed, leaving a hinge as Professor Rainwater had been quite clear on. But as she sat staring at it, she wondered if her hinge was TOO big. Hm.
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Valencia actually liked the sound of this. A mini compost machine did seem mighty useful. She went over and grabbed a bottle and pair of scissors. She watched the Professor's demonstration before doing it herself.
Hiiiinge.
She then looked up and waited for the next step.
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The bottles and their hinges were coming along well and Gus thought they were ready to throw in the next few steps and then get back to work. "Are we ready to move on everyone?" Yes? Good. Because step one really hadn't been that difficult. But he'd forgotten what step two was, so was grateful that there was a photo on his whiteboard for him to use as a reference. "The next step is to PUT THE SCISSORS DOWN! Yeah we don't need those anymore. Put them down. No more touching." He missed talking to his own little ones about using scissors safely -- wait....... what if he FORGOT HIS CHILDREN?! WHAT IF THEY FORGOT HIM?! WAS THE WHOLE WORLD FORGETTING THINGS?!?!
Nonononono this was not time to panic. This was time to teach!
Whaaaaaat was he doing again? Teaching! Oh yes!
Tapping the photos of step two and three to draw their attention to it, Gus smiled and wheeled over a trunk that had been sat behind the junk trunk. There were two compartments inside, one of soil and one of vegetable peelings that were already cut up pretty small. "So we're going to fill up about... 2 to 3 centimetres of your bottle with soil first, and THEN another 2-3cm of the vegetable peelings. So SOIL first and then VEG! Yeah?" And just for a reminder, he wrote 'SOIL 2-3CM. VEG 2-3CM.' under the photos.
"Once you've got those in, you're going to take this hand shovel and add in a SMALL and THIN layer of the uh... the... the poop. 1 CENTIMETRE MAXIMUM OF THE POOP." Please? Pleaaaaaaaase.
OOC: Hi.
OK SO STEPS SO FAR:
1. (2 litre plastic bottle and scissors) Cut a section of your bottle about a third away from the top, leaving a portion connected to act as a hinge.
2. (SOIL!) Put 2 - 3 cm of soil into the base of your bottle
3. (VEGGIE-TABLES) Put 2 - 3 cm of small size vegetable peels on top of the soil in your bottle.
4. (poop poop poop) SMALL! LAYER! !!!!!!!! 1cm of poop on top of your vegetable peels
See you in about 24 hours for the next few steps! Catch up posts are always allowed! Don't think you have to start at step 2 after this post! <3
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What made her think mooncalf dung? That was pretty easy. “Because mooncalf dung helps plants to grow quicker and stronger.” She had learnt that during her random readings on magical creatures. At least most, of not all, of the Professors knew now of her aptitude for creatures and her sort of being an intern for Williamson.
Oh, thank goodness they were done with poop scooping. Maybe she would eventually be used to poop but today was not that day. Claudine unplugged her nose, and with her shovel in hand, followed the group back to their starting point. She set them both down once she returned to her tree stump, her attention back to Rainwater. It came as no surprise that they would be making their own compost.
Okay, so materials. The girl proceeded to get the two litre bottle and scissors from Rainwater’s junk pile. As she sat, her serious gaze fastened to the whiteboard. Pictures would definitely be a huge help. Those and Rainwater’s demonstrations.
Carefully with the scissors, Claudine mimicked the demonstrations: a small initial cut from a third of the top of the bottle then making that cut bigger and bigger around the bottle but not all the way. See? It was hinging just as instructed.
Scissors down?
Scissors down.
Now came the compost ingredients. "This must have taken you a while to do, Professor.'' Claudine indicated to the small pieces of vegetable peelings, impressed. The man always went all out for them, didn't he?
So, soil first, right? She threw a glance at the whiteboard to be sure. She added about two and a half cm of soil about the same amount of vegetable peelings. Then the final ingredient... the poop.
Holding her breath, the girl used the hand shovel to add one cm of of it. Perfect? Yeah, she thought so.
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Good, hinges were done and good and they were being requested to put the scissors down and move on. She nearly raised her hand to ask if they should go ahead and put scissors back where they came from, but she figured it was best to just currently follow instructions to a T. Or as best she could remember them anyways.
Thank Merlin for the diagrams on the board though so there was an easy reference. She followed her peers up to the front of the classroom, scooping in her soil, approximately 2 cms and then her veggies, another 2 cms. Or, well, at least it did LOOK similar so she hoped she had got the part right.
Lastly, she moved on to add her thin layer of animal excrement before taking her little mini compost back to her work station with her. Soil, veggies, poop. She thought she had it right.
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Not because of this unknown girl butting into whatever this thing she had with Aboli, no - but because Professor Rainwater had JUST awarded her five points - only to be followed with 'SEE ME AFTER CLASS'
She had disappointed the man, and she wasn't okay at all about this.
However, reminding herself to not make the situation worse, the brunette simply nodded and carried on with her work until the class moved on.
Glad to leave the spade behind, Missa found her way back to her trunk and grabbed the bottle as instructed - forcing herself to IGNORE the crappy feeling brewing inside - and instead focusing on using the scissors to cut open the bottle and leaving the hinge behind.
Still following the professor's instructions, but also still very much clouded by irritation - Missa's measurements weren't all that great as she filled up the bottle with soil, then vegetable peelings and manure.
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Isla just stared at the professor for a split second. What makes her think mooncalf? Why had she completely forgotten what she'd been talking about in her response to him? What was the deal with her memory lately anyway? It was like the entire world had become a stranger to her...
Lucky for her, the lesson moved on. Sooo...mini compost machines! That sounded interesting. Isla headed to the trunk to collect a bottle, and then she went back to her Herbology kit to get her cutting tools. She measured her bottle and determined where a third of the way down was. She cut the bottle, all the while making sure to save a bit for the hinge.
Isla finished just in time for the next step to be introduced. The second year listened as carefully as she could (with her memory being as bad as it was). She was super thankful that the professor (Fuller-Thompson? Trent? Which one was this?) was breaking everything down to as few steps as possible.
She put down her cutting tools then collected a bit of soil. She used it to fill up a few centimeters of the bottle. With that done, she collected a bit of the vegetable peelings then added in a few centimeters of them, as well. Ohhh, gross. She wasn't mentally prepared enough for the next step yet... She took a deep breath then grabbed the shovel. She quickly scooped up a tiny bit of it then layered it on top of everything else.
Aboli was surprised to see Kimmie kind of stand up for her, but she was also filled with guilt at what she had said to Missa because it WAS kinda mean. But she was also a little too GUTTED with being fussed at ALMOST TWICE by Rainwater during this lesson alone, and so she merely pouted at Kimmie. "Thanks....but I guess we're in trouble now." At least she hadn't lost points like poor Bernie.
She had to hold herself together so she wouldn't give Missa another GLARE. The prefect was sooOOooOOo nice, was she? Hmph. Eiji was at least AuThEnTiC in his grumpiness general behavior.
Whatever. They were moving on.
And it was...a lot of steps to take in when memory was being dumb. She squinted at Rainwater as she tried to repeat the steps in her head. Oh wait..there were pictures. OKAY. Cool. What were they doing again? The pictures. THE PICTURES, ABOLI SONG. It looked like she needed to cut her bottle. PLASTIC, THO. So bad for the environment, but she supposed that was why they were recyling them for this use! She needed to cut it in half - no no NO wait - not in half.
Like...a little ways up.
Her bottle needed a HINGE as he emphasized. So she cut around the...the same-ish area, leaving...a tiny hinge because she had forgotten half way through that they needed to have one. BUT THERE IT WAS. THE TEENY HINGE.
Aboli then grabbed some soil with her BARE HANDS and scooped it into the bottle. Looked like ... 4 centimeters instead of 3, but that was all right, surely. There were some cute vegetable peels at the back, and Aboli bounded there, trying not to make eye contact with ANYONE only because she was still feeling embarrassed...but about what? What had happened again???
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All Heath could do was blink in surprise when Professor Rainwater gave him a point for helping that younger boy (Finn). Well, this was weird (in a good way)! Who would’ve guessed that he, of all people, would be in the professor’s good graces? After the initial shock had passed, he recovered his voice enough to give the professor a quiet, “Thank you.”
Sp they were done shoveling now? Thank Merlin! Just because Heath wasn’t the type to complain about the activity didn’t mean he wasn’t glad it was over. He picked up his spade and followed the group back to the lesson area, keeping an eye on the barrel all the while. Please don’t let that spill, he thought, and fortunately, it didn’t. Taking his seat again, he listened to the next set of instructions. A compost machine? Now that got his curiosity piqued! What was a compost machine? How did it work? Gah, so many questions!
For once, Heath was genuinely confident about something in herbology class. If he could build an accurate scale model of the Millennium Falcon, making a compost machine was bound to be a walk in the park, right? After gathering his materials, he took a quick glance at the first step on the board. Cut the plastic bottle and make a hinge… seemed simple enough. He made a decisive snip about a third of the way from the bottle’s top, continuing to cut most of the way around. Was there a specific size that the hinge needed to be? He eyed the professor’s example and tried to match it as closely as possible.
Heath blinked confusedly as the professor told them like five times in a row to put the scissors down. Okay, he would not touch the scissors again. He wasn’t sure why that needed repeating so much… unless the professor forgot that he’d already told them. So, scissors down. Now what? Apparently they were filling the bottles up, but what was the order of the components again? Peels, then poo, then soil? He looked at the board. No, that wasn’t it! It was supposed to be soil first, then peels, then poo on top.
Heath’s eyes flicked toward the board every few seconds so he wouldn’t forget the order and measurements again. As he filled his bottle with soil and vegetable peelings, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was some significance to the order of the components. He assumed there was since the professor told them to do it that way, but what was it? Was it in order of fastest to slowest components to break down? Slowest to fastest? Now he was officially curious, though he supposed if it was important to know, the professor would tell them. Never mind, back to work!
He eyeballed the levels of soil and peelings in his bottle. That looked like about 3cm of each, but without a ruler, there was no way to get the exact measurement. Deciding that was close enough, he picked up the hand shovel to scoop up the final… ingredient. He added a thin layer of the stuff and quickly returned to his seat, glad to be done with that step.
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Aww. Awwwww, well now Bernie felt real bad. It was true that she wouldn't have liked it if someone else crossed out her answer, and it was true that whoever had written HUMAN WASTE probably felt hurt now, but....
She just frowned deeply at the professor. "Okaaaaaaaaaaay." At least he hadn't automatically assigned her a full week of detentions like SOME professors would. She supposed she could still like him.
She put on a pair of noseplugs and then started to LOOK like she was doing something with the poop when she wasn't, really. She was now busy eavesdropping on the Ravenclaw Prefect, a Hufflepuff, and Abologonese Swan. Ooooooh, sOmEoNe ELsE was getting in trouble now! HAH! Bernie tried to hide her smirk but didn't succeed. Luckily this part of the task wasn't TOO too bad, because now they were going to play spin the bottle (?) or something?
Of course, Bernie grabbed her two-liter bottle and started cutting... and naturally cut right through the first one. Oops. The professor had said to reserve some of this, yeah? She grabbed a new bottle and accidentally cut right through that one too. OKAY, STEAMWATER, couldn't he have pre-cut the bottles for them?! She grunted and grabbed a third bottle and then finally, successfully, cut a HINGE into it though she nearly messed up that one too and then set it and the scissors down roughly.
Now what, they had to build layers of crap?! All puns intended. Bernie made hmphmphhh sounds to herself (something like what her gran sounded like on the telephone to her dad) and started layering, not really paying close attention to what layer went where in the bottle. She also did NOT put in any poop because she was avoiding going over there with her little spade. Nuh uh.
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Thankful that they had scooped enough poop, Naya grabbed her shovel and went back to the lesson area. She started writing as soon as the professor began to speak because there was no way that she was going to remember everything without notes. She was really missing magic right now.......and her memory.
So now they were going to make mini compost machines. Naya was curious as to how this was going to work. She listened and wrote and hoped for the best. Following instructions, the sixth year went to get a bottle and retrieved her scissors. This was going to be interesting. Naya watched the professor as he cut the bottle. She tried to imitate him exactly, making sure to keep the hinge intact. Apparently the hinge part was very important. Once she had done that, she made sure to write everything done. Who knew? They might have to do this again.
They didn’t need the scissors for the next part, so she put hers down. Ok, now they were actually making their compost machine. Naya went over to the trunk when it was her turn and filled her bottle with about 3 cm worth of soil. Next she added the proper amount of vegetable peels. So far so good. Now, the part she had been dreading. The poop again. Thankfully, she still had her nose clip on. Naya put the poop in her bottle and tried not to breathe. She just had to hold her breath until they found out the next steps.
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Gus was glad that it seemed everyone was having good progress with making their personal compost machines. No one had cut a thumb off and everyone had been safe with the scissors - which were important. And the layering was going well enough. For them and for him. He hadn't missed anything out of his ones anyway. The measurements may have been a little off, but everything was in there and it was okay. It didn't need to be exact! Or... did it? He didn't remember.
Upon realising that one of his hands was playing transparent in and out Gus tucked it into his back pocket and set his machine down on his stump so he could use one hand properly. "You're all doing great! Well done, everyone! After you have a layer of the poopiedoop, I want you to either add FOUR tea bags or two tablespoons of ground coffee! It's your choice! Whichever scent you would......prefer. Obviously it won't smell JUST like that, but it will help mask!" Well, he had heard that it did. He didn't remember. He was just trying to fill time with information and stuff. Was he giving information? He didn't remember. NEVERMIND.
"After your tea OR coffee -- NOT BOTH OF THEM!!!!!!" He gestured to the next couple of pictures. "You need another layer of vegetable peelings only 1cm max. Then soil, again 1cm max. THEN Shredded newspaper and then soil! KEEEEEEEEP that up until your bottle is about a centimetre away from your cut level. So... vegetables, soil, newspaper, soil! THEN I WANT ANOTHER POOP LAYER!!!!" Did all of that make sense? He was writing quickly as he spoke to try keep them going with him. But.......... were they even listening?
"OH AND THEN SPRAY WITH SOME WATER. SPRAY BOTTLES AREEEEEEEEEEEEEE OVER HERE." Like. On the floor. Just there. The two of them. "THREE SPRAYS OF WATE--water. Sorry. Loud." Was he actually sorry though? Not really.
OOC: You know when we say that RL happened? Well RL happened, but never fear! Shan is STILL HERE. There's a Gus and there's poop and these are your final steps for creating!! There's a big old bulk of info for the end of the class which... I already have typed because tomorrow is Hamilton release day and I may be in a theatre feels fest. I MISS IT, OK?! Soooooo you can haz a Gus info dump in like.......
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Oh here's a list of steps
1. (2 litre plastic bottle and scissors) Cut a section of your bottle about a third away from the top, leaving a portion connected to act as a hinge.
2. (SOIL!) Put 2 - 3 cm of soil into the base of your bottle
3. (VEGGIE-TABLES) Put 2 - 3 cm of small size vegetable peels on top of the soil in your bottle.
4. (poop poop poop) SMALL! LAYER! !!!!!!!! 1cm of poop on top of your vegetable peels
5. coffee or tea
5. (RETURN OF THE VEG) 1cm vegetable peels
6. (SOILIN') 1cm soil
7. (SHREDDED NEWSPAPER) 1cm shredded newspaper
8. (MORE SOIL) 1cm soil
9. CONTINUE UNTIL 1CM AWAY FROM HINGE LEVEL
10. (le poop doop) 1cm poop yah
11. spray with water
^ yes I know there are two 5's. I realised after and it's 1am and changing all the numbers is effort lol goodnight hamilton is released in 7 hours
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Isla was so, so, SO grateful that this professor was repeating steps over and over again. For some reason, she kept forgetting them the split second he said them. Tea OR coffee, though...GOT IT! Isla really didn't have a preference for one or the other, so she randomly chose coffee for no certain reason at all. The second year measured out two tablespoons of ground coffee then added it to her little project (which was turning out to be kind of cool).
What was next again? Hopefully not more poop...
Veggie peelings? Yes? YES! Isla piled about a centimeter of them on top of everything else. Now for shredded newspaper... She thought. She paused for a second and collected all her thoughts. What were her thoughts again? What was she even doing? She had piled on the coffee, then the veggie peelings, and now she needed shredded newspaper! Isla put those in, as well, and then she kept up until she'd filled the bottle to where the professor had told them to.
With that done, she waited in line for a turn with the spray bottle, and then she sprayed down her project.
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MORE steps for craft time?! It was amazing they all hadn't made disasters yet considering all the information and the fact she couldn't remember anything from past 5 minutes ago. In fact, how had this class even started? Bless Professor Rainwater though for all of the carefully outlined instructions on the board. Just, bless.
She picked ground coffee beans, adding a couple teaspoons because that's what he'd said right? Or was she supposed to also be adding a whole other 1 cm layer? Meh, she'd stick with the teaspoons.
And now for the rest of the layers she was STARING at the board so she wouldn't get it wrong. Veggies, soil, newspaper, soil. And she kept doing that to get to her hinge, probably doubling up on the soil here or there. Now for her final slight layer of poop and then just some water to polish it off. She did a couple of quick water sprays, and then another couple more because she forgot she did the first.
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Were they done or -? Apparently not. Heath looked up from his work as Professor Rainwater gave the next steps, and… Blink, blink. Wow, that was a lot to take in all at once! Thank Merlin the instructions were written on the board, or he never would’ve remembered everything! So, the next step was a layer of coffee or tea bags; that sounded simple enough. Heath was definitely a tea person, so it was an easy choice. How many tea bags was he supposed to add? Three? No, four! See, he remembered… well, sort of.
That was as far as his memory would take him without having to look at the board again. What was next? More vegetable peelings, then soil, then… something else, but he’d worry about that in a minute. He added a thin layer of peels to his bottle and a layer of soil on top of that. Then he consulted the directions.So next was newspaper and soil again. Those two layers joined the mix, and… now what?
Heath was pretty sure he was supposed to repeat those layers in the same order, but he couldn’t recall if there was a certain number of repetitions. He checked the board for reference; apparently they were supposed to keep doing that until the level was 1cm from the cut. Okay, then. He kept layering peelings, soil, newspaper, soil, eyeballing the level every so often until it hit the correct mark. Now all that was left was another layer of… excrement and - How many sprays of water was it? Three, right. He picked up the spray bottle and squirted one, two, three sprays into the mix before returning to his seat.
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Herbology Lesson 2 
The students will be used to Herbology classes being here, there and everywhere and having to write their own notes for the lessons. Gus hasn’t really let anyone into the greenhouses since the weird ‘storm’. The plants are struggling without all of the magic needed to keep them alive and a greenhouse in Scotland during winter? Those poor plants are not looking their best. And tbh he’s sad about it. Much more sad than he probably lets on. Lol. DESPITE ALL THIS THOUUUUUUUGH - he still has the same 
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