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Herbology Lesson 2
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Aboli only remembered about lessons because she had made a VISIBLE schedule and made sure to check it almost constantly. Dealing with the memory loss was becoming second nature, and she wondered if things ever went back to normal if she'd be able to get out of the habit of leaving notes to herself everywhere. She had managed to save her and Jerome's plants, but she knew many of the ones in the Greenhouses probably weren't doing great, and it made her sad every time she saw Professor Rainwater. Poor guy. It would be like...if Aboli lost all of her.............. well, she had nothing to compare it to, but if she did, she would feel just the same. POOR PROFESSOR RAINWATER. As she headed down to Herbology, having remembered her tie ONLY due to a pink sticky-note reminder on her bed-frame, and also bundled up in the thickest of winter clothes. A jade-green scarf was wrapped around her neck and head with an even thicker hat over it. There was nothing Aboli hated about cold weather more than cold ears ;__; It almost HURT. Having class outside was the worst. Whatever, though. "Afternoon, Professor. Are you questioning that this is Herbology or that it's welcoming?" she asked, pointing at the question mark on the board. She actually laughed a little because it was funny. Like saying.. Welcome?? To?? HERBOLOGY?? is how she read it in her head. |
Noah was determined to be the first one to class because for once he actually REMEMBERED that he had somewhere to be. Well he sort of cheated cause he had written his class schedule on his wrist so he could look below his watch and see where he had to go next. With a big coat on and his Gryffindor scarf wrapped around his neck to keep himself warm, the boy sauntered his way over to the open area that Prof. Rainwater had asked them to go too. He paused, noting the lay out of their class. Logs and trunk stools for them to sit on okay. He'd go put his stuff down there. "Afternoon Professor. How are you? Staying warm hopefully?" he asked. It was just a TAD bit chilly but Noah was happy that he put on another sweater before venturing outside. After greeting him, he turned his attention to some recyclables behind him. "Compostable materials?" He turned his gaze to someone who he HADN'T seen in a while. He had had a feeling that she had been avoiding him but he hadn't a clue why. "Hey Aboli..." he said, offering her a small but weak smile before feeling incredibly awkward. "Haven't seen you a while. Busy studying?" |
Another Herbology lesson ... and Professor Rainwater looked a little said ... it was probably that strange storm and having issues with the plants and such... but there were still some plants and obviously their lessons had continued to happen. "Hello Professor." Blake looked at the white board. "Is having a herbology lesson a question today? Are we having a different type of lesson?" Blake wasn't sure what to make of it .. he really wasn't. |
Claudine had been forgetting a lot of things recently but you know what still survived? That Rainwater was one of her favourite professors. This was why she didn’t like seeing him so sad since the storm and the effects it had had on the plants. The poor plants. Claudine was more of a creatures’ gal but she did feel sorry for them. “Hi, professor,’’ she greeted the man quietly. “What did the big flower say to the little flower?’’ She waited a beat before answering her own question. “What’s up, bud?’’ Did he get it? Claudine smiled widely, hoping that she’d get a laugh or at least a smile out of the man. She’d been trying to cheer him up with these punny jokes before each lesson and so Rainwater should be used to how bad she was at delivering them. Still smiling somewhat, the third year selected a trunk stool to sit on. As usual, it was one as away from everyone as possible. |
It was cold and Naya had put on as many layers of clothing as she could and still be able to move comfortably. She was not exactly happy about having Herbology class outside, but what could they do? As she reached the greenhouse area, Naya caught sight of the professor. She knew he had to be upset about the state of his plants because they were clearly his babies. “Hello Professor Rainwater”, she said, trying to be cheerful. Naya went over to an empty log and sat down. She got all of her materials out of her bag and prepared for class. The sixth year had gotten very used to not taking notes in this class. Oh well, that luxury was over. Wondering what non magical activity they would be working on, she waited for the rest of the students to arrive. |
It was nearly like last term, when Carys had needed to make sure she had scheduled herself time to study for exams. However, through some stroke of luck, the prefect had yet to actually be late or miss any lessons. Especially the Herbology ones, which hurt her heart knowing how much the situation was hurting all the plants. Even the ones they’d initially tried to save from the greenhouses. The magical plants, at least. As far as she could tell, the Muggle plants were doing about as well as they could be doing in Scotland in February. She wasn’t entirely certain, though, since she hadn’t gotten much further than outside the walls of the greenhouses. The thought of asking Professor Rainwater if he needed help occurred to her every once in a while, but it was hard to remember to ask with the memory loss thing going around. She’d remembered to add an extra sweater before heading outside for class, anyhow. That and she had her umbrella just in case. It was kind of annoying knowing she couldn’t depend on Impervius to stay dry anymore. That and she’d brought a blanket, draping it over the log she’d chosen upon arrival. Extra warmth never hurt, and the logs could be kind of cold. “Afternoon, Professor Rainwater,” she added, settling in with her notetaking supplies and giving him a smile. Anything that could hopefully raise his spirits a little. |
Morgan wandered outside after lunch, following a handful of other students. It's what he typically did anymore, after having missed a few classes when his memory started getting worse, but he found that if he followed a group of students, he more often than not found himself in class. Whether it was the correct class or not wasn't as important. And today he saw that it was Herbology as he got closer to the greenhouses. Morgan didn't much like the muggle method of conducting class as it seemed to be more work, especially with Herbology and even more especially since he had to take notes instead of getting them provided for him. But his mood was anything but sour as he went to find a seat on a log. "HEY, PROFESSOR!" he practically shouted at the man with a wide grin once he sat down. It wasn't exactly a conscious effort on his part, but his voice seemed to gradually get louder as he grew progressively more translucent. Perhaps it was overcompensating for feeling like he was fading away. "DID YOU FORGET TO TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE?" Morgan glanced at the junk behind the man, but he got it, he really did. He was having memory issues too. |
Dirt dirt dirty dirt. Phoebe was glad that Herbology wasn't in the hot greenhouses where they had to do magical things and she was bad at it. She liked class the way it was now, digging in the dirt and helping the plants along and finding little slugs and things that lived among the sprouts. Ladybugs. Wouldn't it be nice when the ladybugs came back? But for now, Phoebe politely seated herself on a stump, crossing her legs under her so that she wobbled wildly before finding her balance again. "Hullo, Professor. Is it too cold for worms? I really miss the bugs in the dirt in the winter. Do they go to sleep or do they... y'know?" She made a cutthroat gesture. |
Isla never thought she'd say this, but she missed Herbology. The real Herbology, that is. Just plain old weeding and pruning Muggle style was a little boring, but she never complaining, because she kind of got the impression that Rainwater was wilting on the inside. That wasn't much different than what some of his plants were doing on the outside, but she didn't say anything about that either. As she grew closer to the classroom area, she caught wind of a smelly stench. What was it with all the classrooms smelling like fifth? So it was only two classes, this one and Potions, but it was still more stench than she cared to deal with. She sighed and took a seat as far away from the recycled junk as she could get. "Hello, Professor," she said, making an attempt to smile for him. Claudine's joke didn't escape her either. That was kind of funny, and maybe Rainwater would think so, too. Other than that, she took out her note-taking materials and waited quietly. |
Ironically, "Afternoon, Professor Rainwater. I..." Did he want to admit to this? He may as well. "I have a bit of surplus in my personal alchemy supplies. Greensand and gypsum specifically." He paused again, almost as though choking on his words. "I...would like to offer them to you to help maintain the greenhouses. Where possible." And since he no longer had use for them with his own garden in ruin. It all would go to waste simply laying in his trunk so...this was the better outcome. Nodding his head with a boyish sort of smile, embarrassed mostly, he adjusted his hand on the strap of his bag on his shoulder and quickly moved to find himself a seat. |
gang Bernie was also feeling a little bit sad today, but she couldn't quite remember WHY she was feeling sad. She'd felt like she'd lost something, y'know? Or else forgotten something? Maybe it was her birthday. Wait, had she already had her birthday this year? She couldn't remember. She couldn't even remember what she'd had for BREAKFAST this morning. What if, in the process of all this forgetting, people FORGOT about her too? Like her parents, and her brother, and her annoying little sister, and her cool grandma she'd never really gotten to know? She trailed into the Herbology....er.....area, and sat down heavily on a stump beside MF. Oh, and Phoebe. Those two got glum nods from this little Lion who was lost in thought. The professor? He got a half-hearted wave and, "Hulllllllllo." |
You know things were bad when Professor Rainwater looked so unhappy. The look on his face only added to her own gloom and doom, as she approached the class. "Afternoon, Professor" she solemnly greeted the man with a small smile, unable to really add anything else - even though she wanted to. Quietly then, she moved to find a seat. |
Despite his ever increasing lapses in memory, Heath never forgot his fear of Professor Rainwater. Funny, he had trouble recalling the things he needed to know, but the one thing he wished he could forget stayed with him. On the bright side (as much as being terrified of a professor had a bright side), his overwhelming sense of dread made it easier to remember when the herbology lesson was supposed to be. Heath trudged down the path, dressed for the cold February weather in several extra layers including his Ravenclaw scarf and a Star Wars hat that kind of "Hello, Professor," Heath greeted quietly, so as not to draw undue attention to himself or distract the professor from his sheet of paper. He gave him a sympathetic look and even managed a faint smile before making his way to the nearest seat. See? He was trying to be nice, despite his own fears! |
Jina felt sad whenever she remembered that they would not be able to enter the greenhouses for Herbology lessons. Muggle gardening skills were important, but less interesting than learning about magical plants. She headed down to greenhouse five after lunch, wearing warm clothes. She hoped the weather would become warmer soon - then she wouldn't have to struggle to remember all the clothes she has to wear before leaving the dormitory. She sat down on a log near the professor and greeted him, "Hi Professor!" She opened her bag to take out her writing materials, but paused when she noticed the tub of junk nearby. Interesting ... were they going to use recyclable things to do ... um, plant stuff? She blinked and looked down at her bag. Oh no, she must have forgotten to close it again! What if she dropped things on the way down from the great hall? Groaning, she zipped her bag up. |
Muggle nonsense. Gross. They really should get just around to cancelling all lessons and be done with it. Nem had already skipped a lot of classes since the new year, some accidentally because of that whole memory thing, and some entirely intentionally, using that whole memory thing as a totally valid reason. They were at this one, though, because they had remembered they had class, but forgotten the plan to skip it. So here was Nem, prepared for the cold weather in a jacket over their uniform, and fingerless gloves on their hands which were currently shoved in pockets. They'd not even bothered looking for their scarf after not being able to immediately locate it, and just headed straight to Herbology without one. It was a shame that being less substantial and more translucent didn't mean less physical sensations in terms of temperature and everything, but it was what it was. Taking a seat on one of the trunk stools, Nem stretched their legs out in front of them, though they weren't all that much of a trip hazard. "Afternoon." That was for Rainwater. No quips or anything today, not yet at least. Just quiet. Unobtrusive. A pleasure to have in class. Or something. |
The only reason Cassie was able to remember that she had a Herbology class scheduled for this time slot was because she saw her classmates headed that way. And when she cross-checked her schedule, the redhead had the world's biggest facepalm for herself as she quickly made her way there instead of her initial plan of going back to her dormitory for a nap. Naptime can wait. She's already missed a few Herbology classes already because of this memory loss thing, and she didn't want to fall behind anymore. "Hi, professor," the redhead said with a little wave as she took her usual seat. She made a bit of a questioning look towards the pile of junk behind him too, because why would they need those? Anyway, Cassie was now seated, not late or absent, and all she needed now was a friend to come sit beside her. |
Cecelia honestly hadn't even known what class she was headed for when she saw Phoebe leaving, but she bundled up and followed anyway. She'd missed a class and been late a bunch already and she COULDN'T afford to disappoint any more professors this term...if they even remembered to BE disappointed in her, that is. "Hi Professor," The third year offered as she passed by the plant man, offering him a cheerful smile. Herbology it was! She liked plants well enough, even though she wasn't always the BEST at looking after them. 'Least you could still do a BUNCH of plant stuff without magic. Finding a log by Feebs, the third year settled in and hugged her arms, feeling a little chilly. Brrrrr. |
Islay made her way to the Herbology classroom, and on time, thankfully. As she entered the greenhouse classroom she couldn’t help but put on a kind smile as she tried to remember what she was doing there. Her eyes scanned the mass of students there for someone she knew. She just settled herself next to her constant friend and confidant whose secretly she had only once, ONCE accidentally outed this term. |
Question 1 SPOILER!!: Aboli Was? He? Hm? Gus slowly looked up from his lesson plan - as yes, that was what he was reading - and smiled small towards Aboli. He enjoyed her presence very much and had grown to enjoy her answers in classes and adored the progress she was making in the subject. It definitely looked like a pained smile though. ”Perhaps it’s our topic for today, Aboli.” A quick look at his plan confirmed that that wasn’t the case, but it wouldn’t have surprised him if it was. SPOILER!!: Noah Was he staying warm? Gus glanced at himself, tugging his own scarf tighter. ”I’m not cold, Noah. Thank you, though.” Did he look cold? He checked his fingers. Not blue. Gave his toes a wiggle in his shoes. No problem there. He was fine. ”There.. Are plastic bottles. Do you really think you can compost a plastic bottle?” Maybe he should have done a discussion lesson instead of the practical they were having today. Yikes. SPOILER!!: Blake ”Something like that, Blake. You’ll soon see.” Well, they’d all soon see. Or something like that anyway. SPOILER!!: Claudine ”Hello Claudine.” Gus smiled again, much like he had at Aboli - small and pained. It was only when she delivered her joke that his smile cracked a little more genuine, warm and appreciative. ”That was planty funny, Claudine. Thank you.” Get it? Planty? C’mon, he could be funny too. SPOILER!!: Naya Claudine’s joke left a lasting impression on him and Gus was able to smile brightly at Naya when she greeted him. ”Good afternoon, Naya. Thank you for bringing your writing materials to class today.” He hated that they needed them, and he would have handwritten their notes for them if he wouldn’t have to do so many copies by himself. No magic was sad. SPOILER!!: Carys Another smile, the warmness still lingering. ”Good afternoon, Carys.” This one… was Carys, yes? He knew that the girls weren’t identical, but he just couldn’t quite remember which was which anymore. Heck, he could barely remember which was his left or right foot some days. SPOILER!!: Morgan .................. yikes The smile dropped off Gus’ face as he blinked at Morgan. Was? He? Ok? ”Morgan, we’re still in lesson. Please… use a lesson appropriate voice.” Just because they were outdoors did not mean that shouting was necessary. Although….. Gus knew that he sometimes shouted and these kids still weren’t used to it. Huh? Garbage? ”Oh.. No, no. I don’t think so, anyway.” It wasn’t like their rubbish could go anywhere now, anyway. No magic to get rid. No wheely bins to pop out on the street for a bin man to collect. SPOILER!!: Phoebe Oh Phoebe… Oh, Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe. Sometimes, Gus really did not know what to do with her. This time he just…..stared and then found a blade of grass to look at. ”Good afternoon, Phoebe. Thank you for attending Herbology.” He couldn’t dare imagine address the bug thing with a straight face or even knowing what was coming up in their lesson. Perhaps she’d find some special kind of bugs when they worked their way through his lesson plan. Because… he was going to follow his lesson plan and keep it in his hand the entire class. Absolutely could not forget to look at it. SPOILER!!: Isla Ah, Isla. Gus was unaware of any sort of smell that his outdoor classroom had. The junk materials he had collected had been cleaned as best as they could be. But perhaps he had been around it for too long. Perhaps, perhaps. Everything was full of perhapses right now. Perhaps he had forgotten to change his underwe--oh no. MoooooovING swiftly on from that train of thought!!!! ”GoOOD afTERnoOOoOOOn Isla!!!!!!!!” Yes, he was overcompensating and yes he was trying to forget what he had just thought about. Had he even brushed his teeth SPOILER!!: the gus breaker The underwear issue was swiftly forgotten when Gus was approached by the student that he assumed disliked him the most. Had they agreed to chat? Had Gus missed another meeting with a student because he had just forgotten about it? He stole a glance at his lesson plan in case it mentioned anything about Eiji and -- well, nothing. Only a note at the bottom to check in with Becky Rasting like he did every class. Make sure she was a-smiling. It was only when the words started happening and the cogs started to turn and everything started to piece together that Gus found himself welling up. Welling up and then spilling out. There were TEARS and then he pulled the Slytherin into a tight hug. ”Thank you. Oh, thank you.” Unprofessional? Yes. Emotional? Absolutely. Uhhhhhhhhhhh Ahem. Gus let go of Eiji with a clearing of his throat and took a couple of steps away to mess with the junk he had. ”Excellent. Thank you, Rasting. I’ll be in touch about the delivery of those…...objects.” And he’d remember! Because he quickly scrawled ‘GET GREENS FROM RASTING’ on the back of his lesson plan. Yup. Yes. SPOILER!!: Bernadette Ah, Bernadette. Gus gave her a thumbs up in response to her wave and went back to fidgeting with the uh junk and his lesson plan. Yes, yes, hello. SPOILER!!: Missa ”Good afternoon to you too, Missa. Good afternoon.” Such promise.. He wished he was able to give her a better herbology education right now. Ugh. SPOILER!!: Heath ”Hello Heath.” Gus gestured to the whiteboard and smiled too. ”Welcome to Herbology.” Because that was where they were! YUP. Surprise! SPOILER!!: Jina ”Good afternoon, Jina!” And welcome to herbology. Like the board said. SPOILER!!: Nem No scarf? Gus didn’t mention it, but unravelled his own and tossed it in the direction of Nemesis instead of returning the greeting. It was too cold to not have a scarf. For children, anyway. SPOILER!!: Cassidy ”Yes, yes. Hello, Miss Belrose! Welcome to Outside-ogy.” Hah. He was still funny guys. Honest. SPOILER!!: Cecelia Glancing at his watch, counted that there was less than a minute until his class was due to start. Being outside, he was able to look and see who was heading this way and smiled at Cecelia. ”Good afternoon, Cecelia.” SPOILER!!: Islay "Yes, yes. I had some scrambled egg on toast. It was delightful. Thank you for asking, Islay." - - - And there it was on his watch. 1pm. Officially. Class was beginning. ”Good afternoon, everyone. Like the board says… welcome to herbolo--” As he spoke, he looked at the board and froze. ”One moment.” With his sleeve, he wiped off the question mark and replaced it with an exclamation point. Yes. That had been what he meant. It was difficult writing with a marker again after you had gotten so used to it doing it by itself. ”Liiiiiiiiike I was saying.. Welcome to Herbology!” Again. Like every other class with him. He only taught Herbology. Like.. he literally only taught one subject. Right? Yes. Yes. Just the one. ”ANYWAY. Like… the new normal, you’re responsible for your own note taking until things get back to… well, you know.” Another wipe with his sleeve cleared the whiteboard off and he wheeled it a little closer to the circle of students with him. Whilst doing this, he also folded up his lesson plan and stuck it into his pocket for later use. He’d memorised his first point. Sort of. ”As you know, we don’t have full access to our herbology resources and greenhouses and any of our plants that need magic to survive.” Yeah guys. PLANTS WERE DYING OKAY. Might not have been a teenager like in the past but PLANTS WERE IMPORTANT TOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ”SO. We’re going to focus our attention on how we can best help the plants that we do have access to.” The very few plants that they had left, anyway. ”What are some things that we can use to help plant growth, soil porosity and general plant health? What are things that a plant needs? One answer each. Piggyback on another answer if you have more information to provide.” OOC: Well it’s been a pain in the big toe to get this post up, hah. Peeves has been going on at me for about three hours now! BUT HERE WE GO with the first quESTION. Here’s some exclamation points because apparently Gus doesn’t use them as much anymore when sad !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! okthanksbye. |
Note taking ... oh, she remembered the reason why she opened her bag in the first place. She took out her notebook and pencil and wrote the date on top of a blank page. Placing the writing materials down on her lap, she raised her hand to answer the question. "A plant needs light to survive. Specifically, wavelengths of light that correspond to the colours blue and red are the most effective for photosynthesis." She had more to say, but the professor said only one answer each, so she scribbled down everything she could remember in her notes instead. |
Naya was glad to see the professor looking a little happier as class began. Ready to take some notes, she listened as the first question was posed. The Gryffindor raised her hand to give her answer. “Fertilizer can be added to the soil to help plants grow.” This reminded Naya of the little garden her mom had at home. She was always tending to her plants and flowers and the fertilizer helped a lot. Having said her piece, Naya prepared to jot down the answers that her classmates gave. At the same time, she was wondering what they would do to help the ailing plants. |
Scarf? Well, Nem certainly wasn't saying no. It was pretty cold out here, so why would they turn it down? "Cheers," Nem intoned, winding it around their neck and the lower half of their face, and burrowing their head down slightly so they were peering over the fabric. Decent scarf. Warm. Might keep it, add it to the gifts from professors. They already had a baby knarl in their keeping - exactly where was for them to know and nobody to find out - so why not winter wear too? Nem had been taking notes here and there in classes of late, now they could no longer rely on their short-term memory. Not today though. Today wasn't that kind of day. Didn't matter. Couple of years 'til OWLs, provided they all lasted that long. Any gaps in knowledge could be easily filled before then, no fear. They could answer just fine still though, so Nem raised a hand. "Rainwater," they said, and then left a long pause before adding, "Or whatever other kind of water you have, long as it's not full of stuff that will kill your plants." |
Claudine could tell that her little punny joke had worked which was all she wanted. Rainwater never deserved to be smiling in a forced manner. No, she wanted the happy, bouncy, extroverted professor back. At his own pun, the girl found herself chuckling quietly. She did get that one, all right. Seated now, she watched the others as she fidgeted with her bag that sat on her lap. Was it bad that she felt jealous of Eiji Raisin getting a hug? All Claudine knew was that she was glaring at the older Slytherin. And this young lady didn't even like physical contact… Since it was time for things to get started, a notebook and pen were retrieved from her bag. She never minded taking notes but still preferred Rainwater’s as he gave more details and sometimes, for whatever reason, Claudine would miss a bit of words in her note taking. But the first question was up and so was her hand a few moments later. “There’s maintenance like removing parasitic plants. There are vines that can grow or climb all over the original plant so that both are competing for water and sunlight. The bigger the parasitic vine gets, the more it suffocates the original plant, I guess.’’ |
Well, he hadn't answered her question at ALL, had he? Phoebe stuck her tongue out at the departing form of the professor and... hoped he hadn't seen. Whew. It would be terrible to lose points over something so dumb. But did he even KNOW about worms? Speaking of... y'know what the answer was to his question? The answer to what was needed to help the plants grow without magic? Y'see how this works, Professor? Y'see how you shouldn't ignore questions? "Worms, Professor. We need WORMSSSS." |
Avalon felt bad for Professor Rainwater. He was probably extremely upset about everything going on, and she couldn't really blame him. Even though she didn't love plants as much as he did, she could relate to the feeling of losing stuff that you've worked really hard on. At least he seemed to perk up a little bit when more students arrived and class started. The Ravenclaw tied her scarf tighter around her neck, trying to warm up. It was pretty chilly outside. And she had to remove her gloves in order to take notes, which made her even more cold. Having classes outside in the middle of winter was definitely not opportune. But she didn't want Professor Rainwater to know how miserable she was, so she raised her hand anyway. "Plants need space to grow. That's why you can't plant things too close together, or else they'll have to compete for nutrients." She knew that much from her grandmother, who always spaced out the plots evenly for every vegetable in her garden. |
Heath blinked, slightly taken aback when Professor Rainwater welcomed him. That was nice of him, if not stating the obvious. Had the professor forgotten what subject he taught? Or maybe he thought Heath had forgotten which lesson it was? Then there was Claudine, of all people, making jokes and that sad-looking Gryffindor girl (Bernie), who Heath was almost positive would normally be loud and laughy. All this, plus the professor's reaction to that older Slytherin (Eiji), and this class was weird before it even started… and not the usual weirdness he'd come to expect from herbology! If Heath didn't know better, he'd think something had happened to make everyone change personalities! His own conflicted feelings only added fuel to that theory. He was prepared for loud, over-the-top dramatics as Rainwater began talking, but when none happened, he was even more caught off guard than if they did. Ironic… all he'd ever wanted was for the dramatics to stop, but this felt so wrong! Now he didn't just feel sorry for the professor; he was genuinely concerned for him! It was only out of concern that Heath decided to speak up for the first question. Although his fear of a bad reaction (or an odd one) hadn't gone away, he thought it might make the professor happier. If only he could recall what the question was! Heath listened to his classmates, furiously jotting down notes in hopes that would give him some clue. So they were talking about things plants need, but what could he say that hadn't already been said? He thought for a minute? Did anyone mention soil yet? He didn't* think so! Hoping he wasn't inadvertently repeating answers, Heath tentatively raised his hand and said, "Plants need healthy soil to provide an anchor for their roots, as well an important source of nutrients." He couldn't recall the names of those nutrients off the top of his head, but he was sure someone would piggyback off that. There, short, sweet, and to the point. Nothing wrong with that answer, was there? |
Missa couldn't believe her eyes. Was Professor Rainwater hugging Eiji Rasting? What in the world??? Did Professor Rainwater also realize Eiji was a secret sap???? It was truly a sight. Chuckling softly, she pulled out her notebook - not at all opposed to writing her own notes. It was a thing she actually enjoyed. As the class moved on, Missa waited her turn before speaking, "adding on to what Jina said - plants don't just need light, they need specific amounts of light too. We can hurt them if we expose them to too much light, each plant has it's own needs and they won't grow properly if we don't cater to what they require" |
Taking notes wasn't her favorite, but Cecelia guessed it was the least she could do. She bet Professor R was real sad about not being able to help tend to the magical plants and her pouting about a little extra work wasn't going to help. She didn't want to make things any worse. Now she just needed to remember where she'd put her quill... There were lots of ways to take care of plants, apparently. The third year knew most of them, but those ways had already been shared and NOW she had to think REAL hard about her answer. Uh... "Love?" She paused, then added, "I think caring for anything with love helps it grow a lot better." |
Love?! Quote:
Now plants were completely different. And the brainstorming began. and continued. Love was a good answer and she had a point. A good bond made a plant grow better. Except for mandrakes and devil's snare. |
SPOILER!!: Noah before class started Aboli just smiled at Noah, hoping he'd come hang out by her during this lesson. "Yes...sure, studying," she said a bit unsurely. Sure, she'd been avoiding Noah, but he didn't need to know all that. After a recent chat with Kimmie, though, she felt a little better about...Noah. And then the following chat with Valencia had confused her, but she'd pretend otherwise. YIKES being almost sixteen was hard. Okay, the subject matter wasn't that hard! And she was less confused now that Rainwater had erased the ? and put a !. Cool. Okay. ...Had someone really mentioned love? Aboli shot the girl [Cecilia] a look. SNoooort. All right. But then she REALLY thought about it...and things she had shared with Christian? Or had it been Alexandre? In the past about plants and she wondered if love really DID do wonders for plants. Was that why hers was dying? What wasn't fixed with love? Poverty, violence...well...Aboli decided not to let her mind go down that route. HAPPY THOUGHTS, SONG. |
Isla just blinked at the way the professor told her good morning. She honestly didn't know what to say to that. Maybe he'd had a little too much sugar in his coffee or something... He seemed completely unsure with what he was supposed to be teaching, but then again, that had become the norm around this place. Isla had taken to calling people 'that girl right there' or 'that professor right there'. Something like that. At least the subject was on the board in this class. She'd actually forgotten which class she was in a few times in the past. She gave an inward groan when they were reminded they had to take their own notes. Yes, she had grown used to having them done for her. Note-taking was the most boring part of any class. Anyway...by the time Isla decided to chime in with answer, almost everything she could think of had been said. She raised her hand anyway. "Has anybody said temperature yet?" she asked, because as usual, she couldn't remember. "If they haven't, well...then temperature. You don't want to get them too hot or too cold." |
Herbology and well classes in general were strange ever since the no magic. But the lack of enthusiasm on the whiteboard was most disconcerting. Professor Rainwater was always animated - he actually gave Schmoe a run for the money on enthusiasm. Carsyn was busy thinking about this and she did crack a smile at Nem's answer. Really? Rainwater? Was he trying to be punny because it was definitely working on her and well, honestly they all needed humor especially now. Even if some of his ideas were on the darker side of things, this one was rather clever. She raised a brow at Phoebe suggesting worms. Um. Yea. No. But it was Avalon's answer that gave her inspiration to add something else to the discussion. "More on the space thing... it's not always true that plants need space to grow. Cause there's some plants, like sunflowers are one i think, where you can plant the seeds pretty much right on top of each other. Or next to each other." |
Eiji never EVER wanted to be in the same thought process as Professor Rainwater and his underwear ever again. Thanks. Could anyone else guess where else Eiji never wanted to be again? If you were to have guessed the arms of his Herbology professor then you would have been spot on and won nothing more than the self validation that you were correct in your assumptions about the seventh year snake. He was not opposed to touch or affection, he simple had a very VERY finite group of individuals he tolerated it from and an even more finite group that he sought it out from. Professor Rainwater was on neither of these lists. And that was NOT to say that he loathed the man, not that he particularly respected the man either - only Professor Noble truly had earned that from this Rasting - but Eiji could appreciate someone's talent and intellect without respecting them entirely. Also...he saw how much the man looked out for his little sister and how reliant she had become on the man so...that counted for a fair bit. But still. The hugging was entirely unnecessary. E N T I R E L Y. His shoulders tensed on contact and his head nearly rolled back to groan and curse the red sky of Hogwarts for ensuring that this term was literally the worst term of his life - and he had been through an inferi invasion as a first year. And then came some additional salt in his irritated wound - the man was crying. He would rather squirt lemon juice in his eye or sit through a Divination lecture for an entire day than have his Herbology professor crying on him. Maybe he could just conveniently forget it happened. Unfortunately there were entirely too many witnesses to the whole ordeal, among them his girlfriend who he could HEAR was amused by it all. He could pick out her laugh among a flock of singing fwoopers, honestly. THANKFULLY Professor Rainwater was letting go of him and Eiji hoped that his pale features were still pale and not flushed from the whole experience - spoiler alert, they absolutely were bright pink. "Certainly...professor. I will stop by this afternoon once I'm done tutoring," he stammered before sitting as FAR away from the man as humanly possible. And maybe the fifth years he was tutoring Potions to could be particularly daft today so that he wouldn't have TOO much time left at the man's office before he had to be back inside the castle for curfew and dinner. That had been worse than hugging grandpa at King's Cross Station at the start of term. Almost. Not really at all. Whatever. As for the question being posed...Eiji had already showed the man that he had knowledge on the subject with his offering of minerals to put into the soil to help add potassium, calcium, magnesium and sulfur into the soil along with helping balance it's pH. |
SPOILER!!: Jina Writing his own list on the whiteboard was weird. Gus felt like he was a child again before he was of-age. The squeak of a marker made his tummy do a little bit of a somersault. ”Excellent, Jina. LIGHT. Different forms of light. Some thrive in DARK, which obviously is a LACK of light! Thank you!” SPOILER!!: Naya ”Wonderful, wonderful. Fertile plants are always what we-- no, that isn’t what I meant. Fertilised plants!! That’s what we need. We want to encourage the growth from the soil as that is where plants draw their nutrients from.” Not… that the soil made them fertile. Not in that..sense. Yikes. MOVING SWIFTLY ON. SPOILER!!: Nem Rainwater? ”Yes, Nemesis? What’s wrong?” Oh. Oh. ”Hah! You meant… rain. The water that falls when it rains!!!! Like my name!” Hah. Incredible. Honestly incredible. Nemesis was a COMEDIAN. AWARD WORTHY!!!!!!!!! SPOILER!!: Claudine Before Gus started to write down ‘remove EVIL PLANTS’ on the whiteboard he gave Claudine a thumbs up. ”ABSOLUTELY. Toxic! Remove the toxicity in the social circle of your plant! GOODBYE SOUL SUCKING PLANTS.” And people. Getting rid of those also worked. Heh. SPOILER!!: Phoebe Look… Gus would never say he was CONCERNED about a student… but then Phoebe James and her worm thing happened again and he was absolutely concerned. Why wouldn’t she let him igNORE the wiggly wormies? ”......yes. Some…….. Um……… ok.” Ok. He’d mildly address it? Uh. ”I hope you’re not looking to… kill worms in my class, Miss James.” SPOILER!!: Avalon The word ‘SPACE’ was written on the whiteboard in capital letters and underlined three times. ”Yup. Much like the year of 20.. Uh… 20 something.. the art of socially distancing is a necessity for the health of plants.” 2030, m aybe? SPOILER!!: Heath Gus added the word ‘soil’ after the word fertilize from an earlier answer and nodded. ”Definitely. A seed isn’t going to grow if it isn’t in nutrient packed soil. Exactly. Seeds are like BABIES.” Did anyone else miss their baby from Muggle Studies last term? He did. He missed Orchid sO much. SPOILER!!: Missa Piggyback? PIGGYBACK! Missa always came through with the piggyback answers. Gus was always so happy for her to answer his questions and to shed extra light and information on something that one of her peers had said. ”Take a point, Miss Renaldi.” As always. ”Exactly! A LIGHT DIET. That’s what is needed. Individual light diets for plants.” A worthy cause. Always a worthy cause. SPOILER!!: cecelia He had ALREADY cried once this class and here were his students trying to make him cry more. TO THE POINT that he stopped writing and took a seat on his tree stump again, clutchingb a hand to his chest. ”That.. is.. BEAUTIFUL, Cecilia. Take.. TAKE FIVE POINTS.” And he was just going to move on before he actually spilled out tears again. SPOILER!!: Viv A quiet one? Gus smiled and continued onto the next student with a hand up. SPOILER!!: Aboli Gus was still a little in recovery emotionally from the answer that Cecelia had given and here came Aboli with it all over again and he was GOING TO LOSE IT! ”Yes.” He squeaked out, moving slowly back to the whiteboard and writing ‘love’ finally in really small writing even though it was probably one of the most important things in the world. SPOILER!!: Isla Gus took a glance at the list he had written to see if anyone had given an answer about temperature, saw that no one had and nodded. ”Great answer, Isla. Yes. And each plant has different optimal temperatures! They thrive best in one or another!” SPOILER!!: Carsyn ”True, yes. But just because you can… doesn’t mean you should, right? Would you enjoy being saddled up close and personal right next to another person for the rest of your life? Unable to pick up your things and move of your own accord?” SPOILER!!: Eiji They were never going to speak of this moment ever again and if they did then Gus was going to run away from it and say he had no recollection of the event whatsoever. Because he did not. Nope. He was glad that their memory was affected right now and would it ever be normal? Probably not. So that was FINE. NONE OF THEM NEEDED TO REMEMBER THAT THIS HAD BEEN A THING. Gus was honestly just glad that the seventh year couldn’t write to his grandfather about this. Because surely he’d be losing his job, yeah? THIS WAS AWFUL. IT WAS A LAPSE OF JUDGEMENT. HE WAS EMOTIONAL. HE WAS DRAMATIC. AND HE WAS CALLED GURGUSTIUS. SURELY THAT LET HIM OFF THE HOOK?!! - - - Gus put a cap on the marker pen and turned the whiteboard into full view of the circle of students ahead of him so they could write their notes as he talked or finish up writing them because he was not spending the whole lesson waiting for teenagers to write notes. Not yet anyway. ”Thanks guys. Lots of GREAT and correct answers.” None of the annoying answers from students trying to be the class clown and be funny -- when they weren’t. Did they know that they weren’t? Maybe they’d forgotten. Hah! Get it…? ”Anyway, I’d like to return to the idea of fertilising the soil and enriching the soil with the perfect amount of nutrients needed for a plant to grow. Perhaps an area of soil you’re planting in is known for being low in nutrients, perhaps your plant needs EXTRA of something.” Gus returned to sit on his tree trunk, passing the marker back and forth between his hands - a nervous sort of habit he had picked up since having to hold it and use it more often and not being able to hide behind all sorts of gimmicks. ”ALRIGHT. SO. Here’s my pitch… COMPOST! We’ve used it in some lessons recently when trying to help our plants stay with us.” Obviously failed but that was no fault of his students. ”What resources and ingredients could we use in compost and what can they do for our plants and soil? Do you have any specific examples? I’ll give us the first one.” He cleared off the first list from his whiteboard (with his sleeve) and wrote ‘banana peel’ down. ”It turns to MUSH. It goes brown and breaks down. PERFECT for a compost heap. FRAGRANT. OKAY. Who is next? Come on up and write your answers yourself. I want you to write your answer simply and explain it to the class.” He was handing over his marker! OOC: Oh hey it’s me more than 12 hours later than I said I’d be here. Look, right… we’re in the middle of a heatwave and Shan doesn’t cope well with heat and neither does her laptop as every time she’s tried to make this post her laptop has DIED a painful death and been hotter than something super hot lol. HERE IS QUESTION 2. See u guys in like actually 24 hours because it shouldn’t be too hot at that time of night and apparently I’M A NIGHT OWL AGAIN. HELLO 4AM. |
After writing down some more thoughts she had regarding the effect of light on plant growth and reproduction, Jina proceeded to take notes on the points her classmates mentioned. It was difficult to listen to them, summarise their ideas and jot them down at the same time because she forgot what she heard quite quickly. She ended up copying most of her notes from Professor Rainwater's list on the whiteboard. Upon hearing the next question and the banana peel example, she thought of another type of material that can be used in compost. It is known to contain plenty of minerals like nitrogen, though she knew there were disadvantages of using it too. She went up to the whiteboard and wrote "human waste". Then she turned around, ready to explain her answer ... but when she looked at her classmates her mind went blank. She turned back to the board for help but the two seemingly unrelated phrases confused her even more. What were they discussing again? "Human waste," she read out loud, "... yeah ...?" Puzzled and embarrassed, she handed the marker to the next student and returned to her seat. |
Tom had been sat listening to the Professor and had been quietly taking notes, he tried to think of an answer. after a few moments and when it was his turn he went over to the board and wrote. "Rotten Food?" Yeah that would be okay right, he wasn't sure but he thought it would break down well. |
Blake didn't even have time to give a good answer on the first question because his class mates at beaten him to it. Oh well, he scribbled his noted down as fast as he could to catch up. Upon hearing the second question though. "Well, in the muggle world we use egg shells ... or at least my mom does." and as far as the wizard world went, Blake had no idea since his dad wouldn't go any where near anything that resembled compost. |
Naya was so busy listening to her classmates’ answers that for a moment, she forgot to take notes. Fortunately she remembered in time to jot everything down before the professor erased the information. Being a fast writer was a good thing. Now they were moving on. Naya smiled when Professor began to talk about fertilizer. She had been on the right track with her answer. Yay! The conversation turned to compost and there was another question. An answer immediately came to Naya’s mind and she waited patiently for her turn. When it was time, she went up to the board and wrote her answer. “Tea bags are good for adding to compost and if you have the right kind, you can actually put them directly around the plants.” Don’t ask her how she knew this. Long story. |
Claudine could not have agreed with Rainwater more: removing the toxicity was highly important. This was why Benadette was out of her social life. That girl was the definition of toxic. Pleased with herself, the girl flashed a smile at Rainwater before proceeding to copy what he had written {what she could see at that point before he turned the board}. It did seem that the focus of today’s lesson was soil. Or compost which, of course, something she was familiar with very much due to the situation with the plants in the Greenhouses. Claudine listened, watched and tried to dig the information into her brain because hello, constant memory losses. Right. So, what material would she want to use as part of a compost? She had researched the topic lightly after these plants here started to suffer. She waited until her time came at the board to write: COFFEE GROUNDS. “If I recall correctly, coffee grounds have calcium, potassium and other nutrients that plants need.’’ ‘Other nutrients’ was to blanket the fact that she couldn’t remember the remaining list of nutrients. |
oh no, Jinaaaaa Bernie had definitely zoned out big time as the professor asked the first question. If she would have been paying attention and not dwelling on her own sad thoughts about her mum and her gran, both of whom LOVED gardening, she might have contributed something about massaging a plant's roots, or at least woulda laughed at Phlegm's (was that the Slytherin's name???) answer and/or at the sight of Becky's brother hugging the professor. As it were, she could barely muster the energy to take the marker when it was her turn. And thank Merlin a few people had gone ahead of her because she was KIND OF able to figure out what was going on from the whiteboard alone, although the sight of the one earlier answer made her go, "TSK TSK!" Bernie crossed out Er, back to the whiteboard, before she broke down crying. "Raw v-vegetable scraps," Bernie wrote with a shaky hand. "They have nutrients that'll probably go into your g-garden and then you're not s-sending extra trash to the landfill..." She trailed off as she remembered her dad had once worked in waste management and that got her choked up all over again, thinking of her old man. Bernie set the marker down with more force than necessary and returned to her stump, sitting down heavily and blinking rapidly as she tried to overcome this bout of homesickness. |
She was glad nobody laughed at LOVE being an answer because Aboli would have shown them a little tough love and kicked them. Not really, but she would have shot them a glare and envisioned it. She missed being able to hex things. People. Things and people. She had been bluffing about that rad toenail hex she knew all term and hadn't been able to use it even once. It really was a shame! OooOoooh they got to write on the board? Because her handwriting was so neat and curly and cute and PROPER. HAD SOMEONE HONESTLY SAID HUMAN WASTE? Aboli pretended to vomit. Gross. She took the marker from where Bernie left it and wrote "ANIMAL WASTE??" with question marks because she wasn't sure. "I know human waste is bad but - can't you use like...cow dung or something?" she asked Professor Rainwater more than her classmates. As she headed back to her seat, she touched Bernie's shoulder. "Hey...are you okay, Bern?" she asked under her breath. The Gryffindor looked close to tears ;__; And it was making Aboli SAD. |
Idk how this got so long, sorry! Well, that didn’t go as badly as he thought! Heath was glad that his answer didn’t get a weird reaction and even more so that it had (more or less) been on the right track. Had that ever happened to him in herbology before? And no, he wasn’t being snarky. He genuinely couldn’t recall if it had! He hurried to finish jotting down the list on the board before the professor moved on to composting. Oh, okay, so that explained the tub of junk. Heath had been wondering how that would fit into things. He listened, willing himself not to forget everything the professor said mere seconds after he said it, and - Wait, what? They had to actually get up in front of the whole class and write their answers? Oh nonononononono! Just the thought of all those eyes on him had him internally panicking. In his nervous state, Heath completely forgot the question. He listened to his classmates’ answers, hoping that would help him think of something to say if he ever plucked up the courage to go to the board, and - He blinked confusedly at the mention of human waste. Oh dear Merlin, there was no way that conversation could possibly end well, was there? Not that he was the type to giggle about it, but he had a feeling some people might. That wasn’t the only thing that caught his attention. He couldn’t help but notice how sad that Gryffindor girl (Bernie) looked, and it was making him sad too! He wished there was something he could do, but she was too far away to talk to without shouting and he wouldn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to her. That and he didn’t know her very well; it would probably be weird if he said anything. So what were they talking about again? Heath tried to block out all the distractions long enough to remember. Oh, right, composting, going up to the board and writing things, and all. Ugh! There was no way he’d be able to speak in front of the entire class… at least not as himself. The only time he felt comfortable in front of an audience was when he was acting. Heath absentmindedly stared at the insignia on the jacket he wore over his uniform. That gave him an idea! What if he didn’t have to be himself answering a question in front of the whole class? What if he was General Poe Dameron explaining a battle plan to the Resistance? Before he could lose his nerve or forget what he was going to say (again!), Heath got into character and strode up to the board. He picked up the marker and wrote the word CARDBOARD in his usual flowy, dramatic handwriting. “Cardboard takes longer to break down that some of the other components,” he said, turning to face the class, “but it’s a good source of fiber for the plants.” And with that he headed back to his seat. |
The professor was being very dense about worms. Maybe he hated them. Maybe he was ALLERGIC to them. Or something. "Professor, I would never kill a worm. They're super creepy, but they aerate the soil and help break up your compost and leave behind good things for plants." She paused. "Duh, right?" Speaking of compost, why were so many people trying to put POO in it? There were less gross things to compost, and they didn't make you have to worry about how nasty your fertilizer was. Ew, ok? Knock it off. "My gran likes to put grass and weed clippings in her compost pile, sir." |
SPOILER!!: Jina Passing over the marker meant that Gus could sit down on his tree trunk and watch the students from there. They were teaching themselves right now, so this was even better. Because… honestly, Gus had uh… forgotten what they were supposed to do next right now. And honestly, he was reading his lesson plan when Jina wrote her answer on the whiteboard so… honestly………..he missed it and just gave her a thumbs up. ”Sure. Yup.” Right? She wasn’t usually wrong in class. SPOILER!!: tom Still pretty distracted by reading his lesson plan, Gus just nodded at the next answer given. Sure, sure, sure. ”Thank you.” What was this word he was trying to read? Crabby? No, no.. There was an ‘o’ in it. Whatever. Gus folded the paper back up and slipped it back into his pocket. SPOILER!!: Blake Now that he was giving the answers on the board already a little bit of attention, he was confused. Human… waste? What? Absolutely not. But they’d talk about that in… a little while. For right now, Gus smiled at Blake. ”Egg shells, fantastic. I use that in my compost at home with my children.” If he ever got home to his compost, that was. NOT THINKING ABOUT HIS CHILDREN. SPOILER!!: Naya His FAVOURITE answer so far. Gus nodded and gave a thumbs up to Naya. ”Excellent! I’ve actually been saving my tea bags from the last few weeks for today.” Or at least his lesson plan had said he had. He hoped they were somewhere around here. If not.. Well, they’d trip trap across that bridge when they came to it. SPOILER!!: Claudine OK so Gus was STILL bewildered as to the ins and outs of Claudine and Bernadette’s break up and even though part of him wanted to know the gossip, his comment about toxicity would never ever ever ever ever ever EVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! be about a student and so he was oblivious to being agreed with by Claudine. Oblivious. Captain of the Oblivious Oblivions. MAYBE THAT COULD BE HIS NEW DARTS TEAM NAME Maybe. Anyhoooooooooo…….. ”YEP. Both tea and coffee have enough soil stimulants to act as an enhancer for compost materials. And they mask the smell - which is one of the reasons they are favoured. But think about how good face masks containing tea leaves or coffee grounds are for your skin. That’s what they can do to the soil.” SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE. Gus Gus made his own face masks. Especially now when he couldn’t order his typical ones. SPOILER!!: BerNIE!!!!!!!!!1 It was true that human waste wasn’t a correct answer and Gus was going to address it once they had collaborated on the entire list. HOWEVER in came Hurricane Bernie AND CROSSED IT OUT. ”bERNADETTE!” Yup. That had been a break in his voice. He hated hated hated having to tell the students off, but this was inexcusable behaviour. INEXCUSABLE. Gus was close to furious to the point that he STOOD on his tree trunk and held out his hand for the marker when she finished talking and writing. He was oblivious to the wobble in her own voice or the sad on her face because she SLAMMED THE MARKER DOWN AND GUS WAS LIVID. RED IN THE FACE. FUMING. STEAM OUT OF HIS EARS. Almost, anyway. ”You just lost yourself ten points. I’ll see you after class, Miss Grantham. We do not erase the work of others, no matter if we think it is correct or not.” At least that gave him time to calm down before he started handing out detention for the rest of the school year. SPOILER!!: Aboli ”Yes. Yes you can.” Gus supplied sharply without actually meaning to. He was still very upset with Bernadette, to the point that he couldn’t even look over to where Aboli went to sit because she was over there. UNHAPPY GURGUSTIUS RAINWATER WAS PRESENT. SPOILER!!: Heath Was it normal to still be this upset? Heck, did he even remember properly what he was upset about? No. BUT as soon as he looked at the whiteboard to see what Heath was writing, he spotted Bernadette’s work and got angry all over again. ALL OVER AGAIN. ”It’s inability to break down quickly is actually what makes it so good, thank you Heath. Cardboard takes in the best of everything around it before it breaks itself down.” SPOILER!!: Phoebe Honestly.. it wouldn't have been surprising if Gus was allergic to worms. But he wasn't. He just wasn't so sure on the way they still wiggled after they got sliced in half by a spade. Also how did they see? Why did they do most of the things they do? They were just weird. "I also include grass and weed clippings in my compost bin. Thank you, Phoebe." - - - Was that everyone? Yes? ”Ok, thank you everyone. I would have liked a little more information for your answers, but that just means you can look into what is good about each of these things yourselves after class.” That was what expected reading was for. Teach yourselves, kids, because Professor Rainwater had NO time for extra educating right this second. Could they still tell that he was upset with the events of this class already? BECAUSE HE WAS. He could barely concentrate and he had taken to clicking the lid on and off the marker ”Great answers from the majority of you, yes. I just wanted to address one. Human waste COULD be used - yes. It would inspire the decay of the compost, much like animal waste would. However, like Miss Grantham stated, there would be stuff in it that wouldn’t be safe to provide plants to grow with. Diseases and all that kind of stuff. Our diets also aren’t the greatest for plant growth. You know…….lack of plants in our diet.” Right? Right? Riiiiight? With a final click of the marker, Gus stowed it on the tray of the whiteboard and clapped his hands. ”And whilst we’re ON that subject! Everybody GRAB A SPADE. We’re going on a walk!” Where…… uh………… where were the spades? HAD HE FORGOTTEN TO BRING THE SPADES?! ”Give me one minute. Stay right here. All of you. Especially you, Bernadette.” And with that, Gus broke into a jog back to the greenhouses before returning with two large trunks of spades. ”Everyone get one! Leave your bags here, we’ll be back in JUUUUUUUUUST A FEW MINUTES. Follow ME!!!!!” Once everyone had spades, Gus began to lead the way to the manure pit he had made sure was available to them. Having a bit of a poop time, huh kids? Gesturing to the large and empty barrel he was now standing by, Gus grinned. ”Let’s get scoopin’, my little Herbologists! If we’re going to save our plants, then we need some SUPER COMPOST. SUPER COMPOST THAT WE’VE WORKED SUPER HARD ON. Tiiiiiiiiiiime to shovel.” He demonstrated a couple of shovels before pulling out a pack of nose plugs. ”Take one if you want one. Complain and get detention. I’d much rather we were doing the original topic I had planned, too. We’re all sad. Let’s just shovel, save the plants and MAYBE HAVE A GOOD OLD SING SONG.” Had he written a song purposely? ”oOOOOOOOH who can identify which manure belongs to which creATURE?” OOC: HI GUYS. HAPPY POOP TIME. That’s all I’ve got to say to you lol. HAPPY POOP TIME. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. Howlin’. Apparently instead of being upset, Gus is now just aNGRY. #THANKSBERNADETTE! It’s not 4am when I’m making this post so you guys should be proud of me. Y’knowwwww or not. |
omg my character became a #hashtag #proud #amaze #canUguysUseThisOnTwitterThx 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! |
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a little catch upppp. ofcourse a mention of Aboli too XD 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. |
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. |
Bernie and Missa ^_^ 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. |
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 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? |
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. |
attempting catch up! 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. 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! |
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* |
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. |
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. |
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? |
Finn & mentions of other people 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. |
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. |
SPOILER!!: #ThanksBernadette 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. SPOILER!!: Islay 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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. - - - 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. |
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 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. |
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. |
Main Activity : P2 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. |
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. |
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. |
Missa hated this. 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. |
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. Alright! All done for now! |
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??? |
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. |
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 Now what, they had to build layers of crap?! |
Major catch up 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. |
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....... |
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. |
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. |
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. |
Ground coffee or tea bags? It really wasn’t a challenge for Claudine to choose. Two tablespoons of coffee was measured and added to her compost. This whole compost thing was a lot of work, wasn’t it? Well, the students didn’t have to chop up the vegetable peeling or gather the other ingredients so it was easy for them. Speaking of vegetable peelings… about 1 cm of that was added followed by the same approximation of soil. Shredded newspaper was next but how much? Claudine shrugged after a moment of thought. She’d add just about 1 cm as well. Repeat and repeat and repeat the steps in the same order… and soon enough, the girl’s bottle was almost filled. The final thing that was added was the poop. Oh, look at that. She’d done a good job. The bottle wasn’t even overflowing nor did it come close to. Claudine fell behind Heath as she waited for her turn with a spray bottle. Merlin, he was tall, did he know this? was what she randomly thought as she tilted her head to look up at the back of his head. Anyway. How many sprays? Four? Bottle in hand, one, two, three, four sprays were done. Perfect. |
Naya paid attention as the professor gave the next steps for the activity. She made sure to write everything down again because that was definitely helping her. For the next step, they had a choice of adding tea bags or coffee to their compost. She chose tea and went to get four tea bags as instructed. After adding the tea bags to her bottle, Naya had a thought. She definitely preferred the smell of tea to that of coffee. However, if masking the poop smell was the goal, maybe she should have gone with the stronger smelling coffee. Oh well, it was too late now. Checking her notes, Naya then added a thin layer of vegetable peels on top of her tea bags. Next came the thin layer of soil, followed by some shredded newspaper. Forgetting what came next, Naya had to check her notes again. More soil was needed, so she added that next. Naya continued the pattern until she was 1cm away from the hinge, more or less. Why oh why couldn’t they just stop there? Sadly, they could not and the Gryffindor went for the poo. After adding the dreaded manure, she went to get a spray bottle. Then it was three sprays of water, just enough to fire up the stinky smell. Was that it? Were there more steps? Naya checked her notes yet agin. Apparently that was it for now. |
Aboli forgot what they were doing, her nose wrinkling at the smell of poop. Well, it smelled a whole lot LIKE poop, and she was hoping it wasn't - OH. She was in Herbology, and according to the directions Rainwater was in charge of, she WAS fooling with poop. Ugh. She looked down and at her bottle and realized she had stopped at the vegetables step, and so now she needed to scoop some poop into the mixture. Well....it smelled bad, but it was NATURAL to poop, right? So she should be all right ....with this. She used her gloved hands, not bothering with a trowel, and filled it a little bit before putting a liiiiittle bit more vegetables on top of them, then SOIL. Nice..fresh...smelly soil. The aroma right now was...........fascinating. She felt bad about something. What did she feel bad about? She couldn't remember ;_; She forgot to add the coffee/tea complete and didn't notice, moving right on to the newspaper shreds. What a good way to recycle paper and stuff. Making compost was SOOOOO environmentally friendly, and she supposed that was why her mum did it back home. Eeeeeverything was environmentally conscious at her house if Ziggy had anything to do with it. There were SO many steps, and Aboli just scooped some more poop and some more soil in, and gave it a mix with her gloved hand, and called it a day. It wasn't too wrong to not follow the directions exactly, right? What now? |
Closing up! Gus was getting tired. All of the thinking and trying to remember what he was supposed to be doing during this lesson. It was a lot and he was exhausted just from thinking about how tired he was getting. Luckily, a quick look at his watch confirmed that the lesson was almost over. Which meant that he could NAP!!!!!!!!!!! Did anyone know how exciting that was to a grown man? "OKAY. Last thing, guys!! I want you to CLOSE your bottles by the hinge and tape it closed! LABEL your bottles and leave them where you are. I'll be transporting them back to a shelving unit OUTSIDE of the greenhouses where TWICE A WEEK you will need to come and check in on your compost machine. Your homework project for the rest of this academic year is to keep a diary of it. It will take months for your bottle contents to turn into perfect compost. Some days it will look like nothing is happening, and that is OKAY!" Uh. Anything else? Nah. He checked his lesson plan. Bottle hinge. Check. Layers. Check. Water. Check. Taped shut. Check. Labelled. Check. Nitrogen and Carbon level talk? Uh.... sure. He wouldn't have missed that out. It was important. "I'll put a notice up in your common rooms about the homework details. Finish up and head to your next class, guys. Thanks!" NOW WAS IT NAP TIME?! |
It seemed as though they were wrapping up now which was a little disappointing to Claudine. This lesson was rather enjoyable. The next round of instructions were followed: tape was located and using a piece, she sealed the hinge to the rest of the bottle. The girl made sure that the hinge and bottle were aligned as neatly as possible before adding some more pieces of tape. The wet weather made it easy for the tape to loose its stickiness, you know. Lastly, her name, House and year were written clearly on a slip of paper and that too was taped onto the bottle. Only, the paper was stuck under the tape to preserve it from the elements. Alright, so she had to observe this bottle twice a week. She supposed Rainstorm would include that in his notice with the homework. Was there anything else she needed to do? Not as far as she could remember. That meant she could leave. “See you, Professor. Keep your chin up.” |
Oh, so they were done.......for the most part. Naya did as she had been instructed. She closed her bottle Finally, Naya took off her protective gear, saving her nose clip for last. She gathered her things as she prepared to leave. “Goodbye Professor”, she said, as she began to head back to the Gryffindor Common Room. |
Heath was soooo confused now! Not by the instructions to close, tape, and label their bottles; that was pretty straightforward. The confusing part was the homework project. He got the parts about observation and keeping a diary, but exactly what kind of information was he supposed to write in it? Not to mention he still had questions about how compost machines worked and how/if the order of the component layers affected the result. Had he zoned out in the middle of the instructions? That must be what happened. Rainwater might be loud and unpredictable, but Heath doubted the man would neglect to include such important information. He picked up his quill, scribbling down the instructions before he could forget anything else. He also added a note to check the library for more information on compost machines; otherwise he’d never remember to do so! Wait, wasn’t there something else he was supposed to do? Right, finishing the bottle. He carefully closed his bottle and ran a length of tape around the hinge area. When he was done with that, he picked up his quill again to write his name, year, and house in his usual dramatic handwriting. So was he supposed to take the bottle with him or-? He looked around; looks like everybody was leaving theirs, so he’d do the same. Leaving the bottle behind, he picked up his bag and turned to leave. Normally Heath would stalk out of a herbology lesson without so much as a word to the professor, but something about this class (he could no longer recall what) had him feeling a bit sorry for him. “Bye, Professor,” he said, casting a slightly sympathetic look back at the man as he left. |
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