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Herbology Lesson 2: Planting Hope Despite the gorgeous day outside, everything feels bleak and June Flamsteed is trying but barely able to fake a smile as she waits for you outside Greenhouse One. |
Kale Trent was learning to live for the reprieve of outdoor lessons. The fifth year appreciated flowers more than ever and he would’ve given anything to steal a few to make some flower crowns for the kids in the Room. Just to lighten their spirits. But he didn’t thank Flamstead for bringing them to such a beautiful place. He didn’t even acknowledge her as he sat on one of the stools. Professors were worthless and spineless and Kale Trent, who it took a lot to catch his ire, loathed the lot of them. Save Schmoe. He knew what that man had done for them. Even if he failed. So silently, Kale waited for the lesson to start. |
Fresh air and flowers were almost enough to earn a genuine smile from the fifth year, truly, and she'd been putting in quite the effort to be positive lately despite everything going on. Mostly this was for the benefit of the younger kids, Sammy included. The way WWW had made her feel in the room after only one comment had been enough to convince her that how she acted and spoke mattered, especially when it came to anyone that looked up to her. "Hello Professor," She greeted politely. "The flowers are really beautiful." Cappi would love them, she was sure. Finding a stool by Kale, Cece gave him a little nudge and then waited for class to begin. |
Mamie did not dislike Herbology as much this term as she previously had. Perhaps...the rarity of outdoor time helped with that. Still, she felt pretty apathetic (not towards Herbology, just in general) as she made her way down to the greenhouses and found Professor Flamsteed waiting for them outside. "Hello, professor," she said with a small smile. At least she wasn't late, thanks to their escort. And...would probably never be late again. But also would never have to be awkwardly the first one there, since the Room children all arrived together. She sat on one of the stools near the middle of the area, and waited quietly for class to begin. |
The flowers were so pretty. That was Claudine's first thought when she arrived at the Greenhouse along with her Roomies and idiotic chaperones. It would make for the perfect sketch later on when she had free time. Merlin knew there was more of that now for her. "Hi, Professor." The fifth year nodded to the woman then moved in to find a seat. For this lesson, she opted for a stool at the very back. Just like the old times when there had been no imprisonment written in her stars. Claudine clutched her book bag which was resting on her lap. What would today's lesson be about? |
Catherine felt she was in a constant state of stifling her terror. She'd been staring at the floor a lot more often than she did, and the fact she didn't know what was going on with some of her people made her feel awful. It didn't help most of her people were Gryffindors and she was also in a constant state of fearing for their lives. Only theirs, because she knew better to keep herself safe by being quiet and compliant. The Ravenclaw looked at the colourful flowers behind professor Flamsteed and blinked. They were nice, but she couldn't bring herself to acknowledge them in any way. The older witch did not get a nod for a greeting either, as Catherine's thoughts were nowhere near the Greenhouses that day. |
Violet was having trouble feeling interest in her classes lately, or in anything else, for that matter. It was easier if you just shoved your feelings down and tried to pretend they weren't there, and after a while, you stopped having them at all. It was always a bit of a relief to have outdoor classes, especially when it was warm--even in the spring, the Room felt cold and damp and some days Violet thought she never would get warm. The flowers were nice, too, she supposed. Anyhow, it was nice of Professor Flamsteed to have planted them. "Hi, Professor," she managed to say as she walked past and sat on a convenient stool without thinking about it. |
The flowers were absolutely ah ah AHHHHHHHH...... beautiful. He winced at the tension built up in his temple when he didn’t sneeze near the flowers. It had been a while since he had seen flowers and the seventh year had wanted to get as close as possible to admire their beauty. What he had forgotten about- however- was the fact that he was allergic to pollen. He hadn’t actually forgotten about his allergy. Mind over matter. Mind over matter..... he was not allergic to flowers. Not allergic at all. It was ALLLLL mind over matter. His eye twitched. Mind over matter, yes? He felt a tickle in his nose and his eyes suddenly became watery. Clearing his throat, he walked towards the stools as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Ah..... slight brief relief. “Good Afternoon Professor,” he said as he took a seat on a stool near Mamie. |
Those flowers were like JOY and LIGHT and NEW BEGINNINGS, and Phoebe felt totally empty inside about them. She registered that they were beautiful, but she couldn't find a way to feel any certain way about them. Her eyes flickered over the professor and the flowers and her classmates, but Phoebe kept her head down as she picked a stool. "Good day to you, Professor." She struggled for something else to say, but being witty got her in trouble and being flip got her in trouble and every single polite comment she tried died on the tip of her tongue. They tasted insincere. So good day was good enough. |
Fresh air felt nice. It was one of the few things that helped Lilith breathe a little easier. She still had the luxury of living in her common room, but it came with a huge wight of guilt. Lilith often repeated to herself that there was nothing she could do. The hoods were stronger and more experienced than she was. All she could do is stay low and make sure she didn't shift any attention on her. Coward. Spotting the flowers by the professor had zero effect on Lilith. She was tired and ther was no way she'd pretend everything was okay. Her resentment towards the professors grew and grew every day. With every lesson and their inability to keep them, the students, safe. Cold pale blue eyes greeted the professor. Full of resentment. With the same question they always asked every single day. Why aren't you doing anything? Tearing her gaze from the woman, Lilith made her way to one of the stools, away from the recent arrivals. |
The fresh air was wonderful. Louise took a deep breath of the outside air as she, along with the other students that had been trapped in The Room, was escorted to the lesson. Though Louise was happier than she had been in ages, merely because she was outside, it was hard to tell. The dark circles under her eyes had grown darker, her shoulders slumped, and even her freckles seemed to be less prominent these days. The Room was really getting to her. She didn't greet the professor as she found a stool - she was too tired to. Plus, it seemed like all the professors who weren't locked up these days were working with Rosier, and if that was the case then she didn't want to say hello to them anyway. |
At first, Nem couldn't work out if they preferred the idea of a lesson outside of the greenhouse today as opposed to inside it, but quickly came to the conclusion that, actually, it didn't matter to them at all. They simply did not care. Plants were plants. Herbology was Herbology. The only variable that really mattered was the weather; it was a decent enough day, but Nem still felt the chill, although the situation might have been much the same if they were sitting inside Greenhouse One instead. "Professor," Nem greeted Flamsteed as they joined the group, picking a stool that was set slightly further back and so gave them a good view of everyone present. They took a seat, folded one leg up so their ankle rested on the other knee, propped their head in their hand, and waited. For class to start. And then to end. Obviously. |
Fiona did like outdoor lessons and when the weather was perfect, they were even better. She quickly made her way to Greenhouse One and greeted Professor Flamsteed with a smile and a "Hello, Professor," before she found a seat that was somewhat near Nem. |
Herbology. Dahlia's second favorite class and only that due to her slightly stronger passion for creatures. Two things she missed dearly now that most of her time was spent in The Room. Things she had taken for granted when she had been able to come and go as she pleased. She still did her very best to drop by the barn and the greenhouses during her two daily walks but with her time being so limited it wasn't always easy, not to mention the way they were all constantly being watched. Her young mind was always on overdrive now. Just being ushered from The Room to outside where the lesson was being held strike fear within her. Having any of the Hooded Minions near her caused her to flinch. Silence had become safety and that wasn't the Dahlia way... well not formerly. The entire walk her head was kept low so the scent of fresh flowers was smelled long before they were seen. When she did see them, all the colors, the tiniest smile tried to form on her lips. "Hello, Professor Flamsteed," Lia managed in a small voice. She choose a stool as close to the flowers as she dared to get and sat down, her bag on the ground at her feet. |
Did Auntie June know that she was LITERALLY the only reliable role model one Atlas Leonel Flamsteed had left? Because she was. It had been so long since Professor Williamson had been tossed into the room and hope squished a bit...and then with the Potions Mistress being tossed into it next that hope was squished even more and the pressure excruciating. And NO, he did not want to hear about how extreme pressure is what created diamonds or that it could also create to copious amounts of thrust. He didn't want to hear it. He wanted to wallow and feel the weight of despair that had overtaken Hogwarts, thank you very much. And now his nightmares included the presence of not only green flashes of light but also black smoke. Today...that weight was beyond soul crushing...and he couldn't even bring himself to look at Nemesis Upstead let alone move anywhere in their general vicinity. Instead, today, he opted to move silently over to where Dahlia was and plopped himself on the stool beside her. The flowers hardly received nary a glance from the Gryffindor, but A big ol' kicked and sad puppy kind of look. A pleading look. A look that conveyed a VERY REAL NEED for her to NOT do anything to warrant herself being tossed into that room and out of his reach. Please? "...hello...professor..." |
Hi Nem Know where she was sitting today? RIGHT NEXT TO NEMESIS UPSTEAD. Why? It was very simple. Nem didn't disappear from class, they made everyone else disappear. Or rather...they didn't make people disappear, it was the kids who decided they still wanted to be heroes. Godric Gryffindor could take his sword and go shove it into the ground somewhere far away from her. Emmerson wanted to LIVE and Nem was doing the best job of that so far. They even had a nice little badge to prove it. Not even the prefects had badges anymore. Nem must have been doing a bunch of things right. "Hello, Professor. I'd like to say the flowers look nice but," The 12-year-old paused then turned to her new Herbology buddy in green. "Are...are pretty flowers still allowed?" She whispered loudly, not wanting to go compliment rule breaking. Good girl, this one. Live girl, this one. |
SPOILER!!: greetings It was almost time. And then came in Miss Cambridge. It was almost heart warming to see the girl's spirit still intact - if not entirely the way it had been a few months ago. Her question was on brand with her personality too, a thing she had expected, though hoped wouldn't come up - because she sat next to one Nemesis Upstead - which only made the brunette scared for the young girl. "Pretty or not, these are plants and plants are allowed," she simply said before moving to the front and so to have everyone in view. "Alright. Let us begin" June started, before gesturing toward the plants she had spend months on now. "I want you all to look at these plants closely and tell me if you recognise any" It really was that simple. "And if you do - I want you to tell me what do you know about them" SPOILER!!: the flowers OOC: First question is up, you guys! I'll continue in the next 12/16 hours hopefully. Also, for timeline purposes, this class is set after the potions class. |
Fiona thoughtfully gazed at the array of flowers to see if she could recognise any of them. Sure enough, her eyes fell upon one so she raised her hand. "I recognise one of the flowers as being the iris. The iris is a perennial flower that can bloom from bulbs when in a more parched climate." |
"I know that one there!" Emm said. It was important to get in her answer before the actual herbology scholars started pouring in with information she still didn't understand how they could possibly know. Was it in a textbook? Was there a textbook? Know what, there was a textbook. One day, when the boredom grew exceptionally mind numbing, she may try to read it. "It's a yellow flower. Commonly found with other yellow flowers--in fields, the fields where you wear a flow-y dress and skip through while someone off in the distance has a camera and they move it into slow motion after and there's ...there's a gentle breeze and your hair is whipping around--it doesn't really work with blonde hair. Too much yellow. You gotta have darker hair for the contrast otherwise I'd look amazing doing it--you'd probably be fine, but you'd need to be holding a little kid's hand while you skip for the right imagine.....although I guess that depends more on the sort of aesthetic~ you're going for, huh?" Wait, what was the question again? Oh! Right. "But yeah, that's a yellow flower. Sure as day." She was very good at this. |
Been here all along! *started this before we moved on & didn't want to scrap it all* Heath had trudged down the path to the greenhouse along with the other students from The Room, keeping his head down in an effort to block out his surroundings. Inside lessons or outside, it didn’t matter to him. His dark eyes momentarily flicked toward the flowers. He’d give Professor Flamsteed credit for trying, but they did nothing to boost his morale. Only one thing could do that, getting out of The Room for good, but with each day that passed, that hope slipped farther and farther out of his grasp. Too dejected to actually say anything, he acknowledged the professor with a nod and took a seat next Claudine before the lesson began. Heath looked up, forcing his eyes to the front as Professor Flamsteed started speaking. It was hard to care about anything or even pretend to care anymore. Most of her words just went in one ear and out the other, but he got the gist of the question. Best get answering it out of the way now before the other students beat him to all the obvious ones. Just surviving day to day took so much out of him that he had no energy left to think outside the box! “Hyacinths,” he said after raising his hand, gesturing toward the pink, white, and purple flowers. “Their flowers grow in clusters around a stalk.” There, participation. |
Sure, Morgan knew several of those flowers. He was actually pretty good in Herbology - when he wanted to be or had the focus - as it was a favorite of much of his family. But his heart really wasn't in it today. He propped his chin in his hand as he leaned his elbow on his table and stared at the flowers. "That pinkish purple one is a Chrysanthemum," he blurted out suddenly when there was a lull in the answers. "A lot of people call them mums. And my mum likes them." He suddenly missed her. "They also bloom mostly in the autumn," he added. But that's all he felt like saying. |
Yes, little James was on her way. Not that she had much of a choice. She liked Professor Flamsteed plenty, but participating in class was hard. It was hard when your professor singled you out for being something you weren't trying to be. It was harder still when you knew they were always watching. When they knocked out your sister's teeth. When they turned the subject into something foul. When they killed someone right in front of you. When a friend was vanished. But Kinsay could tell it was hard for Professor Flamsteed too. So, yes, little James was here, depending on your definition. She was present. She was sat on one of the stools. She was trying. Not because she wanted to or because she had the energy, but because if she didn't try she might be vanished too. That's the last thing she wanted, to be taken away from her family. So as Professor Flamsteed gestured over to the colorful array of plants, Kinsay looked with eyes glazed over. Nothing was registering. Lifelessly, she raised her hand in hopes that she would think of something to say by the time it reached her turn to speak. Luckily she had caught some of Heath's answer. "The clusters are nice. It's like they're a family." She lowered her hand slowly. That's all she had. No real answers. No off topic questions. |
Claudine thought that the professors ought to stop pretending as though everything was okay, to be honest. A lot of them saw through the façade the adults put up, this fifth year included. With a couple of her friends missing from the lessons due to what occurred in the recent Potions lesson, she was glad that Heath sat with her. The anger she had been feeling since being locked in the Room was quickly evaporating and it was leaving her drained. Really, Claudine wanted nothing more to lean against Heath and rest her head on his closest shoulder but… this wasn’t the time. When Kinsay mentioned ‘family’, the Snakette immediately felt tears burn behind her eyelids. Her own family had been on her mind every single day over the last few months and well, her heart just hurt knowing that she and them stood on different sides of this wizarding mess. Not waiting to cry in front of everyone, Claudine bit her lower lip and zoned in on a cluster of flowers before rasing a hand. “The white ones… I think they’re from a White Hawthorne tree. If so, they turn light pink before they fall.” |
Leave it to Emm and Kinsay to actually manage to get a proper smile out of Cece, even if it was a faint one. While Emm’s answer was the most detailed non-answer in the history of ever, creative but probably not exactly what the professor was looking for, Kinsay’s comment on clusters being like family was sweet and very her. ”I recognized the hyacinths too, Professor. They smell nice. I actually think maybe each color has its own smell, is that true?” |
Violet was looking at the little yellow flowers, on stalks curving u pin the shape of a cup. She knew she'd seen those before, the name was on the tip of her tongue, but she just could think of it. She wished she'd got her hand up sooner--she could have named the iris or the chrysanthemum. Sighing, she looked around at the others. Was that purple one what she thought it was? Raising her hand, she said, "Is that kind of bushy purple one a Chinese Aster?" Though she thought the aster might be bushier than this was. |
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