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Post by Cecelia Reinhardt on May 3, 2016 14:05:20 GMT -5
Cecelia was nothing if not prepared, and her morning spent preparing the greenhouse that had been assigned to her to teach her lessons. Even though she had started working at the school a few months ago, Cecelia still felt nervous. Even so, it was the good kind of nervous - the kind that sent ladybugs fluttering around her stomach the second she woke up, continuing until she set foot into her tropically warm greenhouse. Wintery sunlight filtered through the moss clouded windows, setting the room into a haze of emerald. Lanterns of orange and lilac glass hung overhead, containing enchanted flames to brighten the room, adding a little colour to her sanctuary of green. She wore mustard yellow robes that day and spent at least 45 minutes debating on whether she should have the work spaces set out so the students were in pairs or collectively in the middle of the room so all students could be together. Deciding that the latter would work better, Cecelia waved her wand and levitated the tables around. A few spots of soil leaped from the work tops as she dropped them down again.
From an enchanted leather satchel that contained soil and numerous bulbs of shrivelfigs, Cecelia began distributing the purple plants along the two rows of worktops. The Abyssinian shrivelfigs were quite sweet little things in Cece's opinion, and contained little violet blossoms when peeled. As it was winter, the leaves of the plants were already gone however the skin remained. For the lesson about to take place, Cece intended to teach the students a spell that would promote the growth of the bulbs and cause them to flourish. If this was done successfully she could then, in the lesson after, show them how to extract the fine purple liquid within the plans and explain its medicinal properties.
When the last bulb was gone from her bag, Cece wandered back to the front of the room. She hummed a little tune to herself as she went, smiling excitedly as she awaited the arrivals of her class. Looking at her pocket watch, she held a little breath. Not long now and hopefully the students would arrive.
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Post by Dale Roberts on May 3, 2016 16:51:46 GMT -5
Dale had never seen himself as much of an 'herbologist'. It always felt pretty much like gardening, except that the plants sometimes bit you. So Herbology class had to be one of his least favorite classes just based on the fact that he'd seen himself as a future politician or Auror or something of the sort and not playing with dirt. However things had certainly changed this semester when a new bright intelligent gorgeous professor took over. Since then his interests had shifted and he made it to class early all the time in order to throw in a word or two with Professor Reinhardt. But once he stepped inside the greenhouse he found that he'd completely forgotten exactly what he'd prepared to speak with her on. Was it mandrakes... no no.. pruning? he wondered to himself, although it was fruitless because now here he was right before the stunningly beautiful Professor without a single thing in mind. "....." He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He was struck by how absolutely flattering the color mustard yellow was on her. Anything color would be gorgeous on her He sighed wistfully. But then it suddenly occurred to him that he'd been standing in front of her mouth agape for the last minute or so. "Is that soil I see?" he indicated to the table top, taking a hand full and examining it carefully as if it could be anything but dirt. nooooo!!!!!! a voice from within him screamed at how absolutely stupid a thing it was to say. Of all the things you researched and prepared you decide to start with DIRT? Dale nodded smartly, trying to keep himself from slamming his head against the table, there was no taking that back, no erasing.. he had to own it. He stared up into Cecelia's brilliantly brown eyes and added "Very brown I see.. rich. Do I smell dragon dung or is that hippogriff urine? I can never quite tell.." and took a sniff as he knew anything about differentiating fertilizers by smell or if it was even possible. All he knew was that he was standing in front of a gorgeous woman talking about feces. Guuuuuuuh |
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Post by Cecelia Reinhardt on May 4, 2016 17:17:55 GMT -5
Putting away up the little bag she had used to carry around the figs, Cecelia looked up at the arrival of a student. It would take her a while to get used to the many faces and names in the school, but she had gotten to know a few of them so far. From what she could recall of the brunette Ravenclaw that entered her greenhouse, he was quite a funny lad - in the sincerest of ways. "Ah, Dale, hello!" greeted Cecelia kindly, quite proud of herself that she remembered his name, after all professionalism was key and no one wanted to be taught by a teacher that didn't even recall her pupil's names. Cece looked at him expectantly when he opened his mouth and she was about to ask whether he was alright when an exclamation erupted from him.
"Indeed it is, in fact there's also some-" Her eyes widened a little when he touched the dirt so freely, the sight cutting of her words and causing her mouth to open in slight surprise. Oh Merlin, perhaps she should have sent out a message to the students before they arrived to lesson that they should wear their dragon hide gloves before touching the mud. After all, a lot of the dirt she used was already fertilized with mooncalf dung. She didn't want Dale to leave the class with hands smelling like dung and was quick to act. "Very astute, Dale, there are actually traces of mooncalf dung but its easy to mix them up... Quite the nose for soil you have. Ah, maybe we should get your hands cleaned up before you put on your gloves, for the lesson." Whilst she spoke she had withdrawn a little wash cloth, "Aguamenti," Cece charmed water onto the material until it was saturated and approached Dale with a warm and ever so slightly amused smile; "Here you go,"
She offered the cloth to Dale, "That should get rid of any lingering smells, if not I've got an scent neutralising ointment you may use. Whenever I've been experimenting with the plants I find it works well... at least I hope, I haven't heard anyone call me old, smelly Professor Reinhardt anyway." A little laugh bubbled from Cece, for the professor found it easily to talk to the students and joke - even if it was slightly at her own expense - as she hoped it would make them feel like they could ask questions about the lessons freely. |
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2016 16:21:02 GMT -5
Herbology was one of his better classes and believe it or not it was an actual class that he went in and minded his own business. Cadence was truly oblivious to everything that went on in the class because he was too busy being concerned with what else he could discover about the herbs themselves. Everything else in this class did not matter, for once in his life he could say the school could catch fire and he probably would not run up and move.
The teacher though, well Cadence found her quirky. He would never tell her that to her face but it was what he thought. Whatever, as long as he had access to herbs he was fine.
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Post by Dale Roberts on May 6, 2016 9:58:27 GMT -5
It was hard to hear anything when someone so beautiful.. so smart spoke. Professor Reinhardt was like no other woman he'd met. She was so passionate about her subject, so wholly engrossed she couldn't care less if others might deem it a waste of time. The dirtiness didn't even bother her. A dirty girl.. He held back a stupid laugh, it felt funny, something felt funny, wet. No no.. REALLY. Dale looked down to find that that he had water seeping through his hand. when did that??? he'd hardly noticed the incantation the professor uttered, and only now noticed the cloth offered.
Dale just stood there smiling sheepishly, a stupid look of a boy so hard in love. Why was she so sweet, so generous. He carefully accepted the cloth, the very cloth he guessed had patted her sweaty head after a hard days labor.. perhaps the very cloth that touched her lips to brush off any stray crumbs upon eating. Cecelia's cloth... He looked at it like a sacred thing. How could he possibly dream of dirtying up this goddess cloth with a hand full of mooncalf dung.
No no no...
"You smelly??? no.. well not in the bad sense" his cheeks flushed red, she'd always smelled like lavender to him.
He'd suddenly grown aware that they were not alone, now that Strife had stepped into the classroom. Strife. Dale shot an icy glare at his classmate. Did he not see that him and cece had something going? No. And why would he? It wasn't like he was the brightest of the bunch. It was a wonder he'd even made it to his sixth year without repeating a grade. Dale looked down at the cloth in his hands awkwardly, not even daring to wipe up his wet muddy smelly hand and nodded
"Thanks! I'm.. looking forward to today's class on a... soil." and with that said he returned to his seat and discretely pocketed the precious cloth into his pocket to worship later. He wiped his wet muddy hand off onto the side of his pants leg. He still smelled lavender.. even though he'd just submerged his hand into fertilized soil. Professor.. he pined wistfully.
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Post by Cecelia Reinhardt on May 7, 2016 17:05:53 GMT -5
After some serious consideration, having now spent a good few minutes in Dale's company, Cecelia wondered whether the boy was coming down with something. His eyes looked relatively glazed over when she had been speaking to him, and if she detected correctly, the sound of his voice was oddly distant. Perhaps the flu or something of similar nature. He didn't even seem to properly acknowledge the cloth she had given him. Hm perhaps she should check his forehead for a temperature - no wait, wasn't there a spell or som--oh wait, he's spoken. "Well I appreciate that, Dale," Chucked Cecelia when he stated she did not in fact smell like manure. It was definitely an achievement.
Another body entered the greenhouse and Cecelia looked up to be presented with the arrival of Cadence. The Gryffindor seemed, not quite exactly, but subdued in lesson. Even so, she liked to encourage all of her students; "Cadence, good to see you." She welcomed, despite his wordness entrance. Cece wandered to the front of the class once more. A few more students trickled in, and Cecelia greeted them with smiles.
"While soil is in fact always an essential part of our lessons," she acknowledged Dale as he brought up the lesson; "Today I was hoping to teach you all about shrivelfigs. As you may see in front of you, half buried in the soil are some purple fruits. Usually they are covered in leaves, however - as you all might be able to tell from the revealed mauve flesh - the season of winter have caused the leaves to shed which means yet blossomed again. Does anyone know what purposes the leaves of the shrivelfigs have?" Cecelia wandered around the class a little as she spoke, around the tables which were set up in a square in a table, topped with the soil and dotted figs. Her eyes passed over the faces of Dale and then Cadence as she wandered.
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Post by Delilah Vizztail on May 10, 2016 11:20:50 GMT -5
"The leaves have medicinal properties, professor. And the blossoms inside produces purple stuff with potion-making properties." The slytherin girl shouted out. She smiled smugly and continued to suck on a Salt Water Taffy. Delilah's newly dyed black hair swished as she turned back to chat to the other girl behind her, Cecelia thought she had seen the student wink at her. The class started to gossip after Delilah answered the question.
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Post by Penny Lloyd on May 10, 2016 19:21:50 GMT -5
Penny arrived late to Herbology because... hello? It was a class. She wasn't at Hogwarts to learn, she was here to- Oh, look, her favourite person. Roberts was almost certain to be driven crazy by Penny sitting by him, so of course she did.
"Hey Stalker," she greeted him in an undertone as she rifled through her bag.
No, of course she wasn't really looking for anything. The main upside of sitting next to a kissarse like Roberts was that if (when) they got paired together, he'd do all her work for her.
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Post by Jax Stevens on May 10, 2016 19:51:09 GMT -5
Herbology... another class he could use to create his jokes. Jax walked into the greenhouse smiling as he dragged his bag behind him a larger version of Box the turtle finding him making thudding noises as he bumped into desks. Jax looked back. "Told you you looked better big, buddy" He said to the turtle which was about as wide as a desk and just as tall. Jax smirked sitting next to the only other slytherin in the class as Box huddled into his now giant shell letting out soft rumbling that sounded like snoring.
"sorry I'm late" He said propping his feet up on Box's shell. He looked at Professor Reinhardt. "what are we going over?" He asks curiously putting his bag on the desk looking to the girl next to him. "Hey there Delilah" He says looking at her smirking devilishly. "Love the hair" He said looking at it. "Black hair suits you" He looked up to the teacher again. He silently hoped they were to be studying mandrake. They were amazing with their screaming. Oh the pranks he could pull. He could stick one in Victors bed and scare the pants off him. Or maybe stick one in the headmaster's office, Oh the look on his face would be priceless. He didn't realize it but he began to grow an almost evil smile.
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Post by Caelani Bittel on May 11, 2016 5:05:20 GMT -5
Caelani didn't even bother to apologise for her arrival. She just rolled her eyes and looked pointedly at Jax's ridiculous pet.
He was also wrong about Delilah. Maybe it was just Calli's dislike of, well, everyone, she thought the other girl resembled nothing so much as a corpse. She really didn't have the complexion to carry off a colour that dark. Not that Caelani would tell her that just now. Thoughts like that were best saved up for when someone really pissed you off.
No, for now she turned her attention to the desks. If only Caelani could say she was surprised by the dirt. Unfortunately, Herbology was often more dirty than Calli cared for. She was only doing this subject because of the fantastic foundations it provided for potions.
"So," she cut into Jax's pathetic flirting attempt, "what are you going to do when that thing ingests something toxic?"
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Post by Delilah Vizztail on May 11, 2016 12:32:26 GMT -5
Jax had smirked, and Delilah had knowingly foreseen this so many times; a girl who is desired by so many boys thinking that Jax would simply just be another suitor. Delilah had seen this older slytherin play the hearts of many peers, luring them to think he was just the boy next door type, then ditching her like an old cleansweep or pulling the most cruel or genius prank. Then again, even Delilah had not seen a girl with such cheekbones, she might've been wrong. Delilah went back to watching Dale Roberts. He was watching Cecilia, not noticing Delilah observing or Lloyd trying to get his attention. Being in a mixed Herbology class basically meant no work done, as all the students were on different levels of motivation, so all Delilah had done was watch people, playing her own little game of "pretending to participate while trying to determine the social hierarchy in this useless class that I do not care about." so far, she could say most of the slytherin and gryffindor fifth years were 'popular', most of the ravenclaws and one hufflepuff are 'nerds', Lloyd and all the fourth year girls are 'bitchy plastic' and one slytherin third year is genuinely a 'sarcastic wannabe gothic wallflower that is too afraid of talking to people but acts like an outrovert anyway.' This is how Delilah would describe herself.
She had looked back at Jax and cheekbones, then to Box, the turtle. It lay on its belly, jax's shiney shoes on its blunt shell. Such a stupid name, Box; at least it was a cute turtle.
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Post by Dale Roberts on May 11, 2016 17:26:08 GMT -5
Dale's eyes followed Cecelia around the room, as she talked in such an animated way about shrivelfigs. yes.. good choice. he thought to himself, much better than soil. He'd hardly noticed the commotion that the late comers brought to the room, what with Jax and his ridiculously oversized turtle, against the rules, he mused, as pets were a major distraction to class and then to Penny, which could not be avoided as she'd taken up a seat right beside him.
Beside.. him. Dale groaned inwardly. He could not for the life of him think of a better reason for why the girl had chosen to follow and tail him except for the pure fact that she was the devils spawn and ruining his day brought immense pleasure to her satanic self. Nothing dissuaded her from completely ruining every opportunity he had in a love life. WELL. no. Not like that...
His cheeks reddened slightly, but he never let a little embarrassment get in the way. His hand shot up in the air and he looked to Cecelia, avoiding eye contact with the devil beside him.
"Professor I believe Lloyd and Stevens ought to be disciplined for disrupting this wonderfully informative class you've prepared. This is not their first nor second lateness to classes this week and we're all very aware of the Headmasters policy on delinquency at school." he shot a glare at Penny and then returned "with that said, I believe detention would be in order. Or you know.. have them face the corner for the remainder of the time" he added, knowing that Professor Reinhardts beautiful soul was much too kind to assign detention to anyone.. but the standing in the corner seemed fair enough. The added bonus was that Penny would be out of his hair.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2016 21:07:15 GMT -5
He lifted his head up, only because he heard the girl speak. Never be sorry for what you had to say at least. Cadence knew that he had a problem when it came to speaking what he truly meant but that was only because he went from one to ten in what always seemed like a matter of seconds. He did laugh at Dale being called a stalker though. Not because he wanted to be a douche but because no matter who you were it was funny. Then he put his head back down, simply because no matter what happened at the moment Cadence wanted no part of it.
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Post by Jax Stevens on May 12, 2016 8:30:22 GMT -5
Jax grumbled drawing his wand. "Waddiwasi" he mumbled as a large piece of chewed up gum flew through the air right towards Dale's hair. "Asshole" He mumbled as he propped his feet back up on the turtle looking over to the slytherin girl who had insulted Box. "That creature is Box, and he is a waste disposal turtle." He said smirking. "He eats anything and with no effect to him."
He looked back to Delilah. "What are we on" He asked curious. "And please say it's Mandrake" He said with a pleading smile as Box let out a rumbling burp. "Excuse yourself box" The turtle let out a squeak way to small for it's size. "That works" He looked at Delilah again awaiting her answer.
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Post by Delilah Vizztail on May 12, 2016 11:18:59 GMT -5
"shrivelfigs, Jax, these boring little balls of purple shit that Roberts seems to so interested in." Delilah answered, her smirk hazed to the direction of Dale Roberts, he was probably getting an erection under the table while staring at the herbology teacher, talking about leaves. The two slytherins chuckle behind their teeth.
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Dale nodded smartly, trying to keep himself from slamming his head against the table, there was no taking that back, no erasing.. he had to own it. He stared up into Cecelia's brilliantly brown eyes and added "Very brown I see.. rich. Do I smell dragon dung or is that hippogriff urine? I can never quite tell.." and took a sniff as he knew anything about differentiating fertilizers by smell or if it was even possible. All he knew was that he was standing in front of a gorgeous woman talking about feces. Guuuuuuuh
