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Since the ‘storm’ before Christmas, the delivery of the Herbology curriculum at Hogwarts had transitioned to everything Muggle. In fact, he hadn’t let anyone into the greenhouses since. If they had needed something from in there, he had gotten it for them himself. If he had been able to, that was. So many of the plants in the greenhouse survived solely with the help of magic and they were not doing well without it, okay? And Gus was wilting a little inside whenever he looked at the wilted leaves of all of his plant children and also… looking at his trampoline toadstools that had all squished down onto the floor and smelt disgusting. Therefore, today’s class (and all of them since the event) had been held outside the greenhouses or in a spare place in the castle to tackle basic… gardening skills. Weeding by hand, discussing germination, pruning the rose bushes that he had managed to salvage. Before… they got too cold and DIED PROBABLY A PAINFUL DEATH.
The students would head down after lunch to an outdoor area near the greenhouses where it was cold and Gus had demanded ~encouraged~ them to be decked out for the February weather. It wasn’t yet raining, but there was always a chance and it wasn’t like Gus could throw up some magic to protect them all. Professor Rainwater is sitting on a tree trunk, reading over a sheet of paper as the time ticked close to 1pm. There is a circle of logs and trunk stools for the students to sit on nearby. Behind the man is a large tub of junk that had very clearly been recycled from the kitchen - yoghurt pots, water bottles, egg cartons and whatever else you could think of - and his usual whiteboard that was now on wheels. He’d just have to use a real marker today like he had been since his magic one wasn’t working. He just hoped the kids had remembered their writing materials today. Having to write their own notes again wasn’t new, but it was something they were going to have to do until things were fixed.
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OOC: YOU GUYS SAW NOTHING. Say what u saw and I'll sue.Kidding HI. Don’t mind Gus Gus. He’s having a tough time dealing with some plant loss The students will be used to Herbology classes being here, there and everywhere and having to write their own notes for the lessons. Gus hasn’t really let anyone into the greenhouses since the weird ‘storm’. The plants are struggling without all of the magic needed to keep them alive and a greenhouse in Scotland during winter? Those poor plants are not looking their best. And tbh he’s sad about it. Much more sad than he probably lets on. Lol. DESPITE ALL THIS THOUUUUUUUGH - he still has the same rules and expectations of his students..
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Ironically, Emo Eiji Rasting and Professor Rainwater had something in common these days and that was a deep lament towards the nearly impossible feat that it was keeping magical plants growing and healthy without the necessary means of doing so. Eiji's small private garden by the Whomping Willow had not only wilted, but with the Willow itself being...less than sentient these days there were no protections to keep his crop safe and gnomes and whatever other variety of creature had likewise played a role in their demise. Of course the red sky was not helping things either. It was all just a recipe for disaster and waste and was why, upon approaching the area for today's lesson, the seventh year offered a sympathetic look to the man and an actual verbal greeting.
"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.
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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."
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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.
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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 but not exactly matched it. Fear built with every step closer, but when he finally approached the professor, he felt something he never would've expected. He felt sorry for him! He couldn't even begin to imagine how hard it must be for Professor Rainwater to see his plants deteriorating!
"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!
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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.
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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.
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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.
“Hello Noah,” she nodded to her friend before turning her attention to Professor Rainwater...she had greeted him right? RIGHT. “Goodday Professor Rainwater, I trust you had a nice lunch?” she asked hoping she hadn’t asked that before now.
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SPOILER!!: Aboli
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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.
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
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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?"
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
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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.
”Something like that, Blake. You’ll soon see.” Well, they’d all soon see. Or something like that anyway.
SPOILER!!: Claudine
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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.
”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.
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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.
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
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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.
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
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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.
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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
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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.
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
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Originally Posted by Anna Banana
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.
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 this week today?
SPOILER!!: the gus breaker
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
Ironically, Emo Eiji Rasting and Professor Rainwater had something in common these days and that was a deep lament towards the nearly impossible feat that it was keeping magical plants growing and healthy without the necessary means of doing so. Eiji's small private garden by the Whomping Willow had not only wilted, but with the Willow itself being...less than sentient these days there were no protections to keep his crop safe and gnomes and whatever other variety of creature had likewise played a role in their demise. Of course the red sky was not helping things either. It was all just a recipe for disaster and waste and was why, upon approaching the area for today's lesson, the seventh year offered a sympathetic look to the man and an actual verbal greeting.
"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.
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
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
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."
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
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Originally Posted by Samia
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.
”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
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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy
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 but not exactly matched it. Fear built with every step closer, but when he finally approached the professor, he felt something he never would've expected. He felt sorry for him! He couldn't even begin to imagine how hard it must be for Professor Rainwater to see his plants deteriorating!
"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!
”Hello Heath.” Gus gestured to the whiteboard and smiled too. ”Welcome to Herbology.” Because that was where they were! YUP. Surprise!
SPOILER!!: Jina
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Originally Posted by Sunflower
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.
”Good afternoon, Jina!” And welcome to herbology. Like the board said.
SPOILER!!: Nem
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Originally Posted by Felixir
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.
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
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Originally Posted by Kimothy
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.
”Yes, yes. Hello, Miss Belrose! Welcome to Outside-ogy.” Hah. He was still funny guys. Honest.
SPOILER!!: Cecelia
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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow
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.
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
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Originally Posted by Optimist.Prime
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.
“Hello Noah,” she nodded to her friend before turning her attention to Professor Rainwater...she had greeted him right? RIGHT. “Goodday Professor Rainwater, I trust you had a nice lunch?” she asked hoping she hadn’t asked that before now.
"Yes, yes. I had some scrambled egg on toast. It was delightful. Thank you for asking, Islay."
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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.
Any questions, please feel free to contact me!
Class will continue roughly 32 hours from this post <3
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.
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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.
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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."
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~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
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.’’
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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."
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Herbology Lesson 2 
The students will be used to Herbology classes being here, there and everywhere and having to write their own notes for the lessons. Gus hasn’t really let anyone into the greenhouses since the weird ‘storm’. The plants are struggling without all of the magic needed to keep them alive and a greenhouse in Scotland during winter? Those poor plants are not looking their best. And tbh he’s sad about it. Much more sad than he probably lets on. Lol. DESPITE ALL THIS THOUUUUUUUGH - he still has the same 
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