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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.
There is a patch of beautiful flowers behind her, colours of almost every kind - Professor June has been planting them for some time now and they have grown enough for her to share them with you.
Settle down on one of the stools placed without much thought around the area, class will begin soon.
OOC: Hello. First and foremost, please accept my apologies for my last lesson. A dear family member fell sick and I was unable to continue my class. Hoping to have better luck this time! Lets have some fun, and oh - hope you have read the rules!
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Kinsay blinked back some tears, hoping Professor Flamsteed wouldn't notice. These plants... they just... riddled with... it was allergies. That's all. Allergies that subsided very quickly when Professor Flamsteed suggested that she might be able to take flowers back to The Room with her after class.
Really?
Her first instinct was to voice doubt, but she remembered that Nemesis had said flowers were allowed. And. And if it came down to it, she would use that as her defense. He threw everyone else under the bus so quick. Kinsay could do the same to him if it came down to it. (No, she could not).
In any case, Kizzy did appreciate the message of hope. She could use some of that right now. There wasn't a lot of it going around, especially not in her own heart. So she tried to hold on to their Professor's words as she slowly made her way over to the flower bed to stand next to Emm and began reaching for the hyacinths.
Those were her favorites now. She just decided.
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CONTRARY TO APPARENT POPULAR BELIEF...Atlas was paying attention. And his answer for one flora was simply relevant for all the flora! But all he did in response was puff out his cheeks like a hamster and flush. It always was more poignant when Auntie June scolded him.
So...hope. Right. Atlas did not have much of that anymore...save for the hope of seeing dad again. It was...kind of all he had and all he was holding on to these days. Even if it felt much more like desperation than hope, maybe something else that had a thin line between it. Like love and hate.
Atlas did not get what Auntie June the professor was getting at ... and he hardly saw the benefits in having hopeful soil - were they going to throw DIRT at the Neo Alliance? They had all seen what happened when you threw a shoe at them! - but it was manual work of sorts and the opportunity to work of something he could actually accomplish SO...all and all Atlas was present. P r e s e n t.
Slipping off his spot, Atlas followed Dahlia towards the plants but ultimately veered off towards the cornflower since that was the one he had identified. Using his fingers to loosen up the soil, Atlas decided to give something a go and pulled his wand out. Other fist to his mouth, the Gryffindor coughed to clear his throat before casting his spell after a swish and flick of his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The cornflower in question's stem began to pull a little taut and the soil around it undulated a bit, like the soil had a heart beat. Tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, Atlas flicked his wand up and down a bit to try and pull the plant free from the flowerbed.
Tugging and tugging and tugging...
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Mamie didn't really want to did in the dirt. With everything going on, and The Room, she did not want to get dirt under her fingernails because how would she ever get it out? Didn't they have magic so that they didn't have to get their hands dirty?
Huffing silently, she slid off her stool anyway and claimed a bunch of, was this a Hyacinth? Maybe? She dug down into the dirt around its roots, loosening the soil with her fingers until the roots were clear and she pulled it free of the ground. Having noticed some other students using their wands, she pulled hers out as well and used a severing charm on several leaves -- making sure not to trim all the leaves, because how would it get energy otherwise?
She made a little pile of leaves on the ground next to her, then started examining the roots. There were a couple of sections that looked fairly dry, so she gently untangled them and used the severing charm to make some clean snips. These dried roots got added to her leaf pile.
She sighed, then exampled her fingernails. Yep. Lots of dirt. Sad day.
Finally, finally Violet had got a smile and a nod from Professor Flamsteed for an answer--even if that Cecilia Summers got hers out a fraction of a minute earlier. Well, well, the day was looking up--or maybe it was the flowers that made her feel more optimistic? Hmmm...
Filing that train of thought away for later, Violet went over to the small yellow flowers in the cup-like arrangement on their long stalks which had stumped her earlier--fennel. That was the plant with the licorice flavor that she hated the taste of, but she loved the little flowers. Kneeling unconcernedly in the dirt, she used a small trowel to carefully loosen the soil from around the plant, going carefully to avoid cutting off too many of the roots. She'd seen other kids using their wands, but, witch or not, she wasn't risking using magic and possibly damaging the plant. "Sorry about this," she murmured to the yarrow plant before she carefully removed it from the soil and carried it to a free workstation.
Once there, she carefully laid the plant down on the spare handkerchief she had in a pocket and then began to gently snip away some of the leaves, trying not to take too many from any one spot. Then she looked at the flowers a minute--the professor hadn't specifically said what parts, other than the roots, they were supposed to take but Violet knew from watching their cook that the fennel flowers were edible. After a moment's thought, Violet clipped off a few flowers, too, for good measure.
After she thought she had enough, she laid the flowers and leaves each in a separate pile and began exploring the roots, looking for dried ones to cut away.
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Ivy...appreciated what Professor Flamsteed was trying to do with the flowers and them symbolizing hope, but...it unfortunately didn't lift her mood all that much. There was a tiny part of her that did still hold onto some semblance of hope that they'd somehow get out of this. But the flowers, though nice, weren't going to help them achieve that. They were just flowers at the end of the day.
But at least they were doing something now. That was the kind of stuff she liked best. Just talking left too much time for her to think about...everything.
The Ravenclaw knelt down and dug around some hyacinths to pull out of their spot, being careful to keep their roots intact and using both hands to hold them up. She followed the professor inside to set her hyacinths on a workstation.
Next, she needed to remove the dried leaves and roots, so she focused on that, especially the dried leaves since there seemed to be quite a few on them.
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Truth be told, the Snakette hadn’t at firm realised that the leaves were done. It took a full minute of her hand feeling around what was once the hawthorne plant to realise. In surprise, she eyed the skeleton of the plant she held.
Oh well.
Onto the root.
Wand in hand, Claudine followed Flamsteed’s example by using the same spell the woman had used. A bit of dried root was selected and the spell used. The root fell away onto the workstation, she moved onto the next bit, all the while staying clear of the green bits.
Avalon thought that she would feel significantly better after making her pointed comment at Nem, but it had only made her feel more uneasy. Namely because she was now considering that she hadn't really seen it coming. Nem had always been, well, Nem. A little arrogant. A little sly. But Avalon never disliked them. Nor did she ever imagine they would turn against their classmates and professors like this. It made her wonder who else could be deceiving her. Perhaps she needed to be more careful with the company she kept.
She appreciated Professor Flamsteed's attempt to bring some hope into the lesson. But Avalon wasn't feeling very hopeful as of late, and she wasn't sure that flowers could change that. Nevertheless, she needed a distraction. She was getting far too upset for her own good. So, the Ravenclaw picked out a cornflower, simply because she was drawn to its bright color. It took a bit of prying to get out of the ground, but once she removed it, she got to work on plucking its leaves. Avalon did so gently, not wanting to rip any of them. Next to her, she collected all the plucked leaves in a neat pile. Focusing on little, precise things like that was her way of keeping busy. So that she didn't completely fall apart.
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Dahlia was in her own silent little world. She worked quietly and carefully, making a decent little mess or dirt on her workstation. That was to be expected though and not a real problem, hoping it was a bath day though when she returned to The Room later.
Taking a moments pause, Lia gathered the leaves from her flower into a pile which she moved to one corner of her work area. Another pile was made of all the bits of dirt that had scattered across the tabletop. The final pile was meant for the roots that she needed to continue cutting free from the remainder of the flower.
It was with slow, careful precise movements that she went about in collecting what was left of the drier up roots. When she had finished she pushed the pile aside and sat there quietly. Nothing left to do but wait for the lesson to move on.
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If Catherine had been like some of her immediate family, the mere sight and talk of flowers would have lifted her mood. Alas. No matter how pretty or meaningful they were, they were only plants and they weren't going to change their current situation.
The Ravenclaw did listen to the lesson and watched as the professor demonstrated what they were supposed to do next. They'd be collecting their leaves and roots... for medicinal purposes? Catherine would gladly use them in Potions. That was what plants were most useful for anyway.
Catherine went to the deep blue cornflower she deemed the prettiest and gingerly dug around it, pulling it front the ground while trying her best to keep the roots as intact as possible. She followed professor Flamsteed inside and went to a workstation herself.
After placing the plant down, the fourth year picked out the leaves, then got her wand and carefully snipped off the dried parts of the roots like their professor had demonstrated. Putting her wand away again, she looked up to see what to do next.
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Tug....tug...tug...tug...
Atlas was feeling a little impressed with himself that his Levitation Charm was still working and things were following his command perfectly. Well, almost perfectly. There was a slight problem in that the ground was in the way and not entirely cooperating with him. So he was flicking his want a bit more persistently and firmly, the ground rising a little higher and more rapidly as a result. So maybe if he just kept this up he could get it...
S N A P
The soil ceased its movements and...well..Atlas HAD, in fact, successfully pulled the cornflower free. Just, erm, the roots and a bit of stem were still in the soil. Basically, Atlas had picked a flower and it was now hovering in the air.
...oops.
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Cece sort of wished this lesson had come a bit earlier in the term. She'd done a lot of hoping at first, but it was like she'd run out of it now and no matter how hard she tried, managing any more was impossible. She was afraid even these pretty flowers weren't enough to stir up hope in the fifth year.
Gloves on, the Gryffindor followed Professor Flamsteed, watching as she handled the flower she'd selected. She noted the care she'd need to take, and Cecelias sometimes had trouble being careful. She was going to TRY, though. Channeling Cappi plant powers all the way. She found a chrysanthemum that was both pretty and thriving, and started to carefully dig it up.
On her feet again, she carried the plant over to her station. So far, so good. No plant emergencies here. Her wand, she needed her wand for this part. "Flipnsnipwitit." It was going to take her AGES, because being careful meant going S L O W L Y, but the blonde started working at snipping off the dried bits of the roots.
By now, Violet had cut off all the dried roots, or most of them, anyway. She hoped. She was so afraid of hurting the plant that there were some questionable roots that she had left, because she wasn't quite sure if they were really dried or not. And she was afraid to cut too many. She laid the roots she had in a third pile and then stared at her work, wondering if they were supposed to replant the flower now or wait until Professor Flamsteed came around to check on them. Suddenly, Violet looked around to see if anyone was watching, and then quickly palmed a few flowers and a few leaves and put them in her pocket. Who knows, she might need those later, for something--tea, a potion. Living in the Room, they needed all the help they could get, and it didn't hurt to be prepared.
June had honestly not expected the kids to be suddenly full of hope and merry. She herself had been working with these plants for months now and things felt completely dire. She was struggling with her emotions and faith - but something was pulling her along, something kept her going, and helped her imagine reuniting with her sister once again - so the point remained, because whatever was pulling her along ... was perhaps a flicker of hope buried deep inside her.
And this flicker was what she wanted these kids to hold on to as well.
What else did they have to lose anymore anyway.
Moving around and watching them all work, June was mostly silent - and quietly marvelling at how good they were getting with their hands (at least compared to the first time she had seen them work). June was proud. Except of course when she saw Atlas break her plant, "Go work with Miss Summers, Mr Flamsteed. Observe her carefully and then try again"
And she had thought he was better than Aries. Of course Aries would have killed the plant altogether but ... still.
Making her final round, seeing as almost everyone was done, June spoke once more, "I know it is sometimes hard to believe in something intangible, and so it may seem hard to believe in the symbolism of these plants. What can hope really do - but I still want you all to really concentrate on that feeling, try to channel it as we move onto the next part of the lesson because that energy is what will help these plants thrive" Collecting her own plant, and a few others - she gestured them all to follow once again.
"Think of the patronus charm - do you think it will work without that happy memory of yours? The happier the memory, the stronger the charm" Hope was just as powerful. It was a matter of perspective.
"These plants are outgrowing my little patch - so I need you all to use the grounds to replant them. Find them a new home while also thinking about why these flowers may be needed in that space," she went on as she moved them to an already dug up piece of ground near Professor Williamson's hut. A place not picked at random but she would not admit. Bending down, she laid the flowers carefully on the ground and retrieved her wand. "The spell I am going to cast next is usually used by florists, or landscape designers - she explained before pointing her wand at the flowers in front of her, "Floribus Ordinare" she cast clearly and flicked her wrist; slowly the flowers rose - and in the next moment started shuffling about within themselves before revealing themselves to be like a beautiful bouquet. Satisfied with the arrangement, she carefully covered their roots with dirt.
Looking at them all again, she repeated the spell, "Floribus Ordinare"
"Alright then, start replanting these flowers"
OOC: Sorry for the delay, guys. Weekends are a mess ;_; Anyway, main activity is up! June will be walking around, helping whoever is in need. Have fun <3
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The fifth year knew that there’d be more talk of ‘hope’ and was not at all surprised when Flamsteed brought it up again. In Claudine’s mind, hope was both good and bad. The feeling could give one the motive to persevere but it could also drive one mad if the hope was dashed. Claudine wasn’t sure that she could muster up a whole lot of hope, optimism and all that positive jazz at the moment but an effort could be made.
Right. So, replanting. She observed Flamsteed as best as she could and thought, at the end of the demonstration, that she had it all down. The most difficult bit of this activity would be successfully casting the spell. Claudine got to work after randomly choosing some flowers. “Floribus Ordinare.” Cue a flick of the wrists.
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As per usual lately, Dahlia remained silent the entire time Flamsteed spoke about hope. Hope was meant to keep these flowers alive, help them thrive. Which she was all for doing but it was sometimes easier said than done. As for a Patronus charm, well that was something she was a long long way from being able to pull off successfully.
Floribus Ordinare looked simple enough but she doubted that would be the case. Quietly wandering back over to where all the flowers were, Lia selected a couple that she believed would work well together. Bright cheerful flowers is what she choose to go with. That was the easy part.
Now she had to figure out where she wanted to plant them AND get this new spell to work for her. Might as well make a nice little flower arrangement first and worry about the rest afterwards. Kneeling down, the Ravenclaw set the flowers down in a neat little pile on the ground. Pulling out her wand she aimed it at the pile of flowers.
"Floribus Ordinare," she cast nice and clear, flicking her wrist as she spoke. When nothing at all happened, she really didn't seemed surprised. This was becoming routine, expected. She would just try again, like always.
This time she tried clearing her mind and picturing the flowers group themselves nicely. With a flick of her wrist at the flowers she spoke again, "Floribus Ordinare." Something must have been done right as the flowers floated upward off the ground a little, moving themselves around in a pretty little arrangement. A small smile worked it's way onto her lips. So far so good.
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Wow, Violet had worried she might have taken off too many roots and leaves, but watching Professor Flamsteed work her magic on some of the flowers, she was impressed once again by the power of magic. But--were the students supposed to cast that spell themselves, or was the professor going to do it? Violet heard several other students trying what seemed to her to be a rather specialized spell, so she decided to make a try at it herself. "Floribus Ordinare" She looked closely at her fennel plant but wasn't sure it looked any different. She wasn't sure how a long-stalked plant would rearrange itself into a bouquet, anyway--would the little flowers on top move around? She pointed her wand at it, closing her eyes and focusing on hope (I hope this spell will work), and repeated the incantation, "Floribus Ordinare!". She hoped the plant would look better when she opened her eyes.
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Kinsay wasn't any good with spells so she took lots of time to dig out her flower by hand. It... Might not have been the most effective way of going about things, but most of its roots were still in tact. Probably. She followed others to the workstations, setting up her own space just as Professor Flamsteed gave the next set of instructions.
Concentrate on hope? Kinsay would try her best. She really, really would. But hope was hard. Not usually. But it was hard right now. Lots of things were hard right now.
But Kinsay knew exactly where she wanted to plant her flower. That wasn't hard at all. She wanted to plant it where Mollywobbles was. As a sort of tribute to both Mollywobbles and Professor Williamson. Maybe the other creatures needed hope. Maybe Mollywobbles could use some hope too. So after repeating "Floribus Ordinare" quietly a couple of times, she moved towards the hut. Once there, she sat on her knees, and began digging up a spot with her hands again (thank goodness for gloves). How far was she supposed to dig before it was a proper home for the flowers? Um.
Maybe she should've paid more attention. She usually did.
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Nope.
The spell hadn’t worked. Claudine was not surprised. A sigh escaped her. There was nothing to do but keep trying. And so the girl did. What bubbled up in her mind was the suspicion for her lengthy failure: it most likely was due to the lack of motivation at present. However, anyone who knew Claudine knew that she could be determined to show that she was not by any means a failure.
“Floribus Ordinare.” Wrist flicked? Yes. Hello, there. The flowers were doing their thing! Up they went, and like Flamsteed’s earlier, began arranging themselves neatly and tactfully.
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So...he had a flower. He couldn't replant this, obviously, but he could give it to someone. Maybe unrequited crush and stomper of his fragile 11-year-old heart, Phoebe James? Or maybe Quinn? But before he could give too much thought to this, Auntie June Professor Flamsteed and caught his little oopsie not-a-daisy and was making some suggestions that he knew better than to think he ought to do anything else. So, hello Miss Summers, Atlas Flamsteed was now your rest-of-the-lesson shadow.
"Yes, professor," he swallowed softly as he glanced at the stub sticking out of the ground. Did plants regenerate? Would that one grow again? Or had...he sufficiently killed it? This was something he had never thought about until this moment. How picking a flower, snapping it from its roots, was in fact condemning the plant to a slow death.
"I'm to watch and learn from you," he informed the older Gryffindor with a gentle tug on her ropes and a somber sort of glance at the cornflower in his nonwand hand. "...I killed this one."
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Fiona had been collecting a few irises and removing the dried roots and the leaves from each of the plants when she heard Professor Flamsteed talk about the next part of the lesson. The fifth-year observed the new incantation, though it wasn't new to her as she had borne witness to her cousin Lucille using the spell at home.
Using a levitation charm to carry her irises, Fiona headed for where the flowers were going to be replanted which was near where Professor Flamsteed had planted her flowers. Using her gloved hands, she dug a small hole in the soil before pointing her wand at the irises that were now on the ground in front of her. Flicking her wrist, the Snakette cast, "Floribus Ordinare."
The flowers soon arranged themselves into a beautiful display and Fiona covered their roots with soil.
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So...he had a flower. He couldn't replant this, obviously, but he could give it to someone. Maybe unrequited crush and stomper of his fragile 11-year-old heart, Phoebe James? Or maybe Quinn? But before he could give too much thought to this, Auntie June Professor Flamsteed and caught his little oopsie not-a-daisy and was making some suggestions that he knew better than to think he ought to do anything else. So, hello Miss Summers, Atlas Flamsteed was now your rest-of-the-lesson shadow.
"Yes, professor," he swallowed softly as he glanced at the stub sticking out of the ground. Did plants regenerate? Would that one grow again? Or had...he sufficiently killed it? This was something he had never thought about until this moment. How picking a flower, snapping it from its roots, was in fact condemning the plant to a slow death.
"I'm to watch and learn from you," he informed the older Gryffindor with a gentle tug on her ropes and a somber sort of glance at the cornflower in his nonwand hand. "...I killed this one."
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The fifth year offered a faint smile, ruffling the younger boy's hair a bit as she considered his flower. "It might not be replantable, but it can still give someone hope. I'd hold on to it, maybe think about who you'd like to give it to." In the meantime, she could dig up another one of the flowers to show him the proper way. "Come, let's get ourselves a couple more chrysanthemums."
Returning to Professor F's flower bed, the blonde knelt down. "So you want to make sure you dig up enough of the dirt that the plant comes out easy. That way it won't snap off." She demonstrated, actually smiling to herself. It was rare these days, and it felt nice. She wondered if seeing her teaching someone else about flowers might make Cap smile too. "And then once it's free like this one, you can trim off the dried parts of the roots. I use Flipnsnipwitit, but it's okay to use the actual tool if you're not used to the spell yet." She looked at him expectantly. "No you try getting a chrysanthemum."
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Heath noticed the way Claudine bit her lip, and his heart broke for her. He knew her well enough to know when she was sad and trying to be strong. Any other time, he would be hugging her by now, but he didn’t want to make her feel worse by getting her into trouble. Instead he settled for a quick sympathetic look… a look that turned warning as he caught her glaring at That. Don’t! It’s not worth it, he thought. He wouldn’t put it past That to use that glare as an excuse to get her vanished, just like the four people in Potions. His worry intensified as he remembered Avalon’s retort. Merlin, he couldn’t watch another friend vanish!
He was so absorbed in his fear that he completely forgot the question. What was it? By listening to his classmates’ answers, he was able to guess that it had something to do with things the flowers had in common. He thought for a minute. The first answer that came to mind was that they were all perennials - he knew iris and hyacinth were, and he was pretty sure about chrysanthemum and fennel - but didn’t somebody already say that? He thought so, but he couldn’t remember who it was. From perennials, his mind went in a slightly different direction. He knew iris and hyacinth grew from bulbs, so maybe the other plants did too. He raised his hand, feeling not at all confident in his answer, and said, “Do they all grow from bulbs?”
Heath had to fight the urge to scoff and roll his eyes when he heard what the correct answer was. Hope?! Was this a joke? Did Professor Flamsteed honestly think that after being abandoned to that Room for months, his hope could be restored by pretty flowers? Ugh, if the professors didn’t want to fight for the students, fine, but he was tired of the lies! That’s all hope was now: a lie. The sad part was he bought into that lie for so long. He genuinely hoped that he could keep himself and his girlfriend safe by acting the way Rosier wanted, but that hope died the moment he was locked in The Room for his halfblood status. Now it was just easier not to hope at all rather than feel the disappointment of hope dashed with every morning he woke up inside those walls.
He was only half-listening to the directions. He wasn’t expecting much positive energy, but at least the menial task would distract him from his emotions, if only for a little while. Choosing a plant at random, he carefully dug up some hyacinths and carried them to the nearest workstation. He silently examined the plant for a moment, making note of the dry parts of the leaves and roots. Should he use his hands or his wand to collect the dried parts? He missed using magic, but his spells tended to turn out stronger than intended when his anger ran high. He’d probably have better control doing it by hand, and he didn’t want to hurt the plant. It wasn’t the hyacinth’s fault he was trapped here!
Using a firm but gentle touch, Heath plucked a leaf from the hyacinth’s left side. He continued around the hyacinth’s stalk, removing the dried leaves as he went until they were all gone. Then he turned his attention to the roots. This part was going to be a lot harder to do by hand, but he didn’t want to risk accidentally chopping the plant in half with a spell. He carefully gripped a section of where the dry part met the rest of the root, marking the exact cut off point with his thumb. With his other hand, he picked up a pruning tool and snipped the dry part below. He continued the process for the other dry parts of the root. It was slow, mind-numbing work, but it gave him something to focus on other than the hurt he felt.
Heath had just finished pruning the roots when Professor Flamsteed gave the next set of instructions. Again with the hope speech?! What did she know of how hard it was to believe in the intangible? At this point, he couldn’t tell if she was just naive or actually trying to deceive them; either way, he was concerned. His heart sank at the mention of the patronus charm. He had only just perfected that spell the month before he was imprisoned. Now even if he got his wand back for good, would he ever be able to produce it again?
Never mind, he couldn’t allow himself to think about that now, or he’d become too sad to function. Blocking out everything else the professor said, he focused exclusively on the spell demonstration. That wand movement didn’t look hard at all, so he went straight to practicing the incantation. “Floribus Ordinare, Floribus Ordinare…” he repeated quietly under his breath. Practicing the spell was the easy part. The hard part was going to be summoning enough hope to actually cast it correctly.
As Heath considered where to replant his hyacinths, one place immediately jumped out at him. The place where that muggle died in DADA, in hopes that one day Rosier would pay for all he’d done. That was the only hope he could bring himself to hold onto anymore. But that area near the gate seemed too far away. He didn’t want to completely separate from the group, in case he encountered the hoods, so he chose the next best place. Outside the creature barn, where all those muggles had been trapped, where he gave them false hope for their survival, where he lied to them…
Flowers in hand, he walked somberly to the barn and dug a hole for them near the door, all the while thinking of those poor muggles. I hope he suffers for what he did to you, he thought. After gently placing the plants into the hole, he flicked his wand at them and cast, “Floribus Ordinare.” The resulting arrangement somewhat resembled a funeral wreath with a few flowers sticking out at odd angles around the edges. It was fragmented and tinged with sadness, like the hope behind the spell, but at least it was something.
Satisfied with the arrangement he created, Heath gently covered the flowers with soil and stepped back to admire his work from afar.
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Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...
Avalon was trying to be hopeful. Really, really, trying. But as soon as Professor Flamsteed mentioned the Patronus charm, her heart sank again. She had been so close to achieving it that one day...before being locked in the stupid room. Without a wand. Not that she'd even be able to produce it anymore. There was nothing left to be happy about.
She contemplated where she wanted to plant her cornflowers. Her first thought was to plant them where all the tents were—either near the lake or the courtyard. The Neo-Alliance surely needed some joy in their lives. They were miserable people. Plus, she wanted them to know that they couldn't get rid of all happiness. But she knew that venturing into that territory could get herself killed, so she settled for a neutral area—still a fair distance away from the Black Lake, but close enough for its members to see it were they to pass by.
After digging a small hole, she cast the spell. "Floribus Ordinare." Nothing happened. Not that she was very surprised. Avalon never was very good at Herbology. And there wasn't much heart behind her incanctation. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to focus on the birds chirping in the trees and the smell of spring. As if those were the only things that mattered. "Floribus Ordinare," she said again, flicking her wand. The flowers started to move, albeit slowly, arranging themselves into neat arrangement. It wasn't anything spectacular, but it would do for now. At least she got something out of it. Sighing, she knelt down and covered the hole with some dirt.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
There were a bit more followers Claudine had remaining that needed to be planted. The entire cluster that she originally aimed to plant hadn’t been done at once just in case she messed the spell up; let’s just say that splitting the flowers up had been easier for her in terms of complexity. Since the first set had been planted… “Floribus Ordinare.” Claudine flicked her wrist and focused intently on the second group- which held about eight to ten flowers.
It was a comfort to her when this set of flora followed the first by each flower arranging themselves neatly. It was a useful spell, if one were into plants. Maybe someday when she had her own house… but for now, Claudine was just content with being able to complete the activity.
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Hello small Flamsteed shadow boy. Cece was a big sister, did he know? That meant she was used to having a tagalong. Now that Sammy was bigger, she actually sort of missed it.
The fifth year offered a faint smile, ruffling the younger boy's hair a bit as she considered his flower. "It might not be replantable, but it can still give someone hope. I'd hold on to it, maybe think about who you'd like to give it to." In the meantime, she could dig up another one of the flowers to show him the proper way. "Come, let's get ourselves a couple more chrysanthemums."
Returning to Professor F's flower bed, the blonde knelt down. "So you want to make sure you dig up enough of the dirt that the plant comes out easy. That way it won't snap off." She demonstrated, actually smiling to herself. It was rare these days, and it felt nice. She wondered if seeing her teaching someone else about flowers might make Cap smile too. "And then once it's free like this one, you can trim off the dried parts of the roots. I use Flipnsnipwitit, but it's okay to use the actual tool if you're not used to the spell yet." She looked at him expectantly. "No you try getting a chrysanthemum."
Atlas had issues with being the LITTLE of anything. It was a horrible sore spot that he was the LITTLE brother to Aries and that Aries had this uncanny ability to always remind Atlas that he was the OLDER brother and Atlas the YOUNGER one. Being a twin was hard like that. But he also did not mind being a little sister to Andromeda. It was funny how selective preference could work like that.
Anyway. Be careful, Cecelia Summers, because you may find yourself with a more permanent shadow from showing too much kindness.
Recalling how Aboli had turned on him in the hedge maze, Atlas decided it best not to insert his opinion on his cornflower bringing hope or not. He did not want to be abandoned in Herbology...or disappoint Auntie June further. So he did tuck it away into the pocket of his dress shirt to...well...he was probably sure who he was going to give it to later. But anyway. Nodding with a thick swallow and thinning of his lips, Atlas followed the older Gryffindor over to the chrysanthemum. Which was a flower name he never wanted to say aloud because he always tripped over his tongue when he did. Kind of like with anemone...but he had been WORKING on that to impress Miss Minnie.
With a spade in hand this time, abandoning the whole wand logic for now, he watched as she removed the flower - an ADDITIONAL one to the one she already had...which meant that she had a spare. So, therefore, this one was his and the one she had before was hers. No more flowers would be harmed in the name of educational inquiry.
So, at her invitation to 'get' a chrysanthemum...he reached forward to take the one she had just pulled out. TECHNICALLY he was following directions.
"I know Flipnsnipwitit. I can do that one okay."
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