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 Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 6:39 am
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【 LOCATION 】 greenhouses x 【 MOOD 】 anxious x 【 COMPANY 】 second years x 【 CLOTHING 】 uniform
Sybil walked into the greenhouses and, almost as soon as she stepped foot in them, she knew what they were going to do...and was none-too-pleased. She stepped carefully up to the pots that sat on the tables just to confirm her suspicions. Mandrakes. It'd been years since Sybil had experienced them, and it hadn't been pleasant. Once upon a time when Sybil was hiding in the greenhouses back home, her mother came in to repot Mandrakes...without knowing Sybil was there. She doesn't remember much but waking up later that day with a terrible headache. Ever since she hated even looking at the ugly little creatures, even while potted. Granted, Sybil knew exactly what precautions she was supposed to take, and her mother had since been strict about, 1. Knowing when Sybil (or Lexine, for good measure) was in the greenhouses, and the girl couldn't be in or near the greenhouses when she was repotting them...at least not until Sybil had taken a lesson herself. Suffice to say, Sybil was nervous about the lesson, even if they were making sure to take the proper precautions this time around... Sybil drew in a breath, knowing she was radiating an air of uncertainly. She chewed gently on her bottom lip, standing back a bit from the table.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 2:08 pm
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 ├─═▇═───═─┤ ஐ├───═▇═─┤
๓คtเl๔ค ς๏llเภร
ђยŦŦlєקยŦŦ Ŧเгรt אєคг
├─═▇═───═─┤ ஐ ├───═▇═─┤
I had a dream so big and loud
I jumped so high I touched the clouds
I stretched my hands out to the sky
We danced with monsters through the night
Matilda skipped into the greenhouse for the Herbology lesson. The Professor seemed a bit intimidating, but clearly, his love for plants made him a big softy. Herbology runs in Matilda's blood, so this class was never a threat to her. It was something that she loved, often gardening with her granddaddy and mum. This lesson, they'd be learning about mandrakes. She knew quite a lot about them, since her granddaddy grew some. She listened to his lecture, taking precise notes as he spoke. When asked why mandrakes screamed, she listened to Lionel speak up. Then she raised her hand. "The scream is a defensive mechanism. It protects them against their natural predators, the dugbog. My granddaddy and I have had to chase them away from his mandrakes before." She nodded and smiled, hoping that her answer was what the Professor expected.
I'm never gonna look back
Whoa, I'm never gonna give it up
No, please don't wake me now
This is gonna be the best day of my life
๏ยt ๏Ŧ ςђคгคςtєг
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 2:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 2:05 pm
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ɚSo what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
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Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Oᴡɴᴇʀ, Dᴏɢᴡᴇᴇᴅ & Dᴇᴀᴛʜᴄᴀᴘs || Hᴇʀʙᴏʟᴏɢʏ Pʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ
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Jason took a seat on the table in front of the greenhouse. He watched as the students filed in, and he crossed his arms as he waited for everyone to find a place to stand, This first lesson, he was npt going to have them sitting. Instead, their seats and tables had been removed to make room for potted trees. Next to the trees were tools set out on small tables. His own desk and chair had also been removed, making room for the tree he was to attend to and demonstrate on, and the werewolf rubbed his forehead, knowing there was going to be quite a bit of grumbling before this was all over .
As the last students filed in, he flicked his wand, the doors shutting and locking immediately before he stood. His eyes bored into the children before him. "Welcome back to the new term. As we are well aware of each other, and you should already have a firm grasp on what you learned in the year previous, we shall not go back over that. Instead, we are going to plunge right into the new material for this year. As always, any grumbling and complaints about the class will be listened to, and promptly ignored, unless you happen to be a professional herbologist. As the only one currently in this school besides myself is Professor Thorne, I would suggest you listen well."
Jason gestured to the trees before each student and to his own, waiting until all eyes were on him before proceeding. "As you can see, there are trees in place of your tables and benches today. These particular trees are called Abyssinian Shrivelfigs. If you don't know what those are, they are a variety of figs found in Abyssinia. They happen to be a highly aggressive species, hardy enough to survive even in the wintertime due to its roots digging deep enough to survive even frost. Their fruits, which are a rich purple in colour, have a variety of uses beyond being edible. They can be peeled, and their juice used for potion-making. Their leaves, when harvested, also have a medicinal property useful in many poultices. Today, we are going to trim the trees before you. It's a simple matter. Using the shears located on your tables, find a stalk on the tree before you that is shrivelled and dead-looking. You them snip that branch off at the point where it joins a living portion of the plant. Like so."
Jason picked up his dragonhide gloves and slipped them on. Picking up the shears, he located a branch in need of trimming and snipped it off. Holding it up, he then gestured to the trees before each student. "Now, two to a tree, and please do not overtrim the trees. If it starts looking too skeletal, then please raise your hand and I will look over the plant you are working on. It could be that the one you are caring for is ill and needs treatment."
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Location: Greenhouse
Thinking: At least let this group be semi-intelligent...
OOC:
ɚHelp me believe it's not the real mexxx
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 8:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 11:04 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 11:11 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 12:58 pm
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Siobhan'Hannah'Grey Hufflepuff │ Second Year │ Twelve Years Old │ Single
Hannah looked relieved when she saw Minnie approach her; she smiled, nodded, and said, "Don't mind at all. I could do with the company, actually." Looking at the tree in front of them, she soon spotted a stalk which looked very much like what Professor Hill told them to find. Pulling on her gloves, she said, "Suppose we should best get at it. Don't want to be accused of sluffing off." 'or being ridiculous,' she added in her thoughts, remembering what happened to a certain Ravenclaw last term.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 2:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 2:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 7:54 am
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I'm no hero, you remember how I was, you know
All I ever did was worry, feeling out of control
To the point where everything was going end over end
I'm spinning around in circles again
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Sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ Yᴇᴀʀ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ || Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ Sᴇᴇᴋᴇʀ
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Rhys entered and sighed, glad that this was one of the few classes that didn't have someone deciding to do a review. So far, he'd walked out of every class that had been done in. He didn't need to review what he already knew, and he certainly wasn't going to demonstrate his knowledge to everyone else either. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he walked back toward the back of the class and lazily listened to the professor. So far, it sounded as though Professor Hill was already intimidating all the rest of the students, and Rhys just rolled his eyes. He heard the instructions for the class, but seeing as Rhys was not in the mood to actually deal with Hill and his usual grumpiness, he simply stood there, noting where he could trim the tree, and deciding that he didn't feel like actually trimming anything.
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Location: Greenhouse
Thinking: He could really drop the attitude, it's not like we aren't listening...
OOC:     
This is where you come in
All of this to explain to you why
I had to separate myself away from yesterday's life
Please remember this isn't how I hoped it would be
But I had to protect you from me
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 1:19 pm
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Siobhan'Hannah'Grey Hufflepuff │ Second Year │ Twelve Years Old │ Single
"Sounds good to me," Hannah said agreeably, as she carefully pruned away the bit Minnie was holding for her. Between the two of them they do this job, maybe even good enough not to get docked House points. As she worked, Hannah noticed the white-haired Ravenclaw boy, Rhys, whom was just standing by a tree, not even bothering to attempt to do anything. She was pretty sure she'd seen him duck out of several classes already. "Well, he looks like he's in a mood," she said softly to Minnie, indicating Rhys, while trying not to get noticed by Professor Hill. "Wonder what's going on with him."
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 2:46 pm
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xxxxxxxx█████████ ＧＩＶＥ Ａ ＬＩＴＴＬＥ xxx __××
xxxxxxxxx ᵍᶤᵛᵉᵃˡᶤᵗᵗˡᵉ xxx ʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵃᶰᵈᶳᵒᵘˡ xxx ᵍᶤᵛᵉᵃˡᶤᵗᵗˡᵉ xxx ʷʳᵃᵖʸᵒᵘʳᵃʳᵐᶳᵃʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ xxx ᵍᶤᵛᵉᵃˡᶤᵗᵗˡᵉ
xxxxxxxxxxxx sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ xxxxxxx ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ sᴜsᴘᴇɴsᴇ
xxxxxxxxx ❝ ＯＨ ＯＨ ＯＯＨＨ ❞ xxx ⊰♠⊱ xxx ▬▬▬
Ａᴛᴛɪʀᴇ ﹕﹕ [x]
Ｊᴀᴍs ﹕﹕ [x]
Ｍᴏᴏᴅ ﹕﹕ Confused
Ｌᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ﹕﹕ Herbology
Ｃᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs ﹕﹕ Students
Ｔʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ﹕﹕ '...Wait.. so... what are we doing?...'
It seemed as if the whole sneaking out of the castle thing had mostly blown over by the start of a new year… or at least that was what Dante had managed to convince himself of when he finally racked up the courage to show his face around school again. Sure, he was used to getting himself into trouble, but not that kind of trouble. Or at least when he did people never normally found out about it until months, or even years later. Finding his spot amongst the students in a classroom that been dramatically rearranged from what he remembered, Dante barely listened to what the Professor had been saying as he instead took to inspecting the tree. It was an Abyssinian something-or-rather, he’d read about it once in a book, but there was little that he actually knew about it, because ‘reading’ for Dante was more just looking at the pictures and the text in bold or color.
Poking at the leaves, Dante would only hear brief bursts of words and sounds that came from the Professor’s mouth before instructions were given to trim the trees with the shears provided. Looking to his side, Dante eyed the assortment of tools and items laid out in a neat row. ”Oi, Esmée…” He whispered, peering from behind his tree to make sure the Professor wasn’t staring straight at him. ”Did you catch any of that?”
Dᴀɴᴛᴇ Zᴏʀʀᴏ Bɪᴀɴᴄʜɪ / / Pᴜʀᴇ Bʟᴏᴏᴅ / / Gʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ / / . . . / / Tᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ Hᴀʟғ / / Pɪɴᴋ Iᴠᴏʀʏ Wᴏᴏᴅ / / Pʜᴏᴇɴɪx Fᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ Cᴏʀᴇ
{ OOC ;; Open for Interaction. }
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 2:48 pm
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Ａᴛᴛɪʀᴇ ﹕﹕ [x]
Ｊᴀᴍs ﹕﹕ [x]
Ｍᴏᴏᴅ ﹕﹕ Peeved
Ｌᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ﹕﹕ Herbology Class
Ｃᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs ﹕﹕ Students
Ｔʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ﹕﹕ '.....Idiot...'
Another year of Herbology… Esmée wondered how much longer she’d be able to stand this class before she would lose it. It didn’t take much for the girl to discover that she truly hated plants. She wanted nothing to do with this class, but also didn’t want to get into trouble or deliberately fail it for such a petty reason. Listening to the Professor as he spoke, the girl jotted down a few quick notes into her book before turning to face her own tree – it seemed, like Dante, that Esmée was alone for this one, but maybe that would be best. Working with Dante would mean working alone in the end, anyways, so it made no difference to her. But before she could clear her mind and begin to work, she heard her twin brother calling out to her.
With a disgruntled sigh, Esmée peered her head out. ”No. I didn’t. So why don’t you just cut whatever bits off of the tree that you think look nice?” She suggested, a hint of annoyance in her tone as she mumbled a few other choice words under her breath before getting back to work.
Esᴍᴇ́ᴇ Cᴏʀᴀʟɪɴᴀ Bɪᴀɴᴄʜɪ / / Pᴜʀᴇ Bʟᴏᴏᴅ / / Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ / / . . . / / Eʟᴇᴠᴇɴ / / Hᴇᴍʟᴏᴄᴋ Wᴏᴏᴅ / / Pʜᴏᴇɴɪx Fᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ Cᴏʀᴇ
{ OOC ;; Open for Interaction. }
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 8:32 pm
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