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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." |
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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. |
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