Herbology I (1/4) *New Class 2/10*

[The Forgotten Weasley]

I thought of angels,
Choking on their halos-
Get them drunk on rose water;
See how dirty I can get them.
Pulling out their fragile teeth;
And clip their tiny wings!

T R E V A
A N N E S T
W A R L O W
slytherin │ first year │ halfblood

Difficult as it might be to believe, Treva actually rather liked plants and gardening. Not so much that she considered it a hobby or anything, but she liked being outside in the dirt, and her mother always kept plants in the house, many of which were gifts from good old Anti Glenys, the renowned herbologist. Well. Maybe not renowned, but she had yet to send them anything life-threatening yet, and Tad had always been too soft to turn down a gift from his big sister. However, this class was too good a chance to pass up, and the more she looked at Professor Hill, the more excited about the future she got. "Treva Warlow, Slytherin," she said, sunnily, despite the fact that it was the last class of the week and she wanted more than anything to take off this stupid uniform. She sat, and rather eagerly surveyed her surrounding, as if hopeful things might devolve into a cage match before the next bell.

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Letting people down is my thing-
Baby, find yourself a new gig!
This town ain't big enough for two of us.
I don't have the right name;
Or the right looks...
But I have twice the heart.

 

[The Forgotten Weasley]

If you listen just right, you can almost hear it;
The symphony of secrecy, life, and fear...
The search for love, but finding fear-
Like a moth to the flame we become helpless,
To the beautiful ghost that true love sheds.

𝚕𝚢𝚍𝚒𝚊
𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎
𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛
muggleborn │ first year │ hufflepuff

Lydia had been almost looking forward to this class, given the fact that she knew it dealt exclusively with plants, and she didn't really see how a plant could be 'magical'. She didn't love gardening, but she'd done plenty of it with her mum, and while the professor's intense demeanor was very intimidating, it wasn't too different from her dad's, and although she had a very healthy dose of fear when it came to her father, it was nearly comforting. "Lydia Spencer, Hufflepuff," she said meekly when it was her turn to stand, and then sat back down. It was the last class of the week, she reminded herself, and felt a little less uncomfortable and uneasy.

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We all are running our very own races,
Set upon the most dangerous of places.
We are left with a void in our chests we're aching to fill...
The doves come to gather our every need; they lift them up-
To Heaven through the mouths from which we speak.

 

[Slytherin Lord]

Anna Adair
Age: 11
Hogwarts Student
Slytherin
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Anna walked into the greenhouse, glad she could atleast be on time for this class. She walked to an empty seat and sat down. She looked at the professor, who she thought didn't look like he would be the type to even care about plants. She heard the door lock and the professor speak. When it got to her turn she slowly stood up."Anna Adair, Slytherin."Anna sat back down. She got her supplies out and put them on the table.
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[murruelecreuset]

Julius Devereux
First YearSlytherin
Family Heir

Location : Herbology - Friday @ 2:00pm


Julius’ last class of the day was Herbology. It was clear to anyone close to him that plants were not his cup of tea. In fact he’d rather avoid anything that involved dirt. Dirt and dressy clothes never worked well together. But because Herbology was required there he was in the greenhouse dreading it. One look at the professor told him to watch his moves. Professor Hill was no push over and was as strict as they come.

Sitting there Julius had his book set out in front of him and piece of parchment to write notes. Looking to the front he didn’t say a word as he read the rules on the board. Of course Professor Hill would speak them out loud to all those who didn’t care to read. All of it was pretty expected with the look their professor had. The Slytherin didn’t plan to put a toe out of line. Getting into introductions, Julius stood before he stood before speaking his name and house. “Julius Devereux, Slytherin.” He said taking his seat once more. Once that was done they moved onto the first question of class. Julius listened as two of his classmates gave their answers. With nothing more to add, he remained silent.


Status : Unafraid but uncaring
With : Class...

Attire : Slytherin Uniform

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[Essy ze Ninja]

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It was the last day of the week and Roman was more than ready to kick back, relax, daydream about the favorite TV shows he's missing and lounge around in pajamas all day. But before he could do any of that, he had to get through Herbology class first. Some of the upperclassmen had warned him about Professor Hill already. “Don't talk back,” they all said. But most important, “Merlin help you if you kill anything.” So let's just say he was a bit apprehensive when he realized he was the first one to pop in then found himself a seat in the second row. Other first years started filling the classroom quickly, good. Less attention on him. Roman only perked somewhat when the professor began his lecture, but something about 'dead specimens' piqued his interest enough to wonder, 'We get to play with dead stuff?' He wasn't stupid enough to say that out loud though. But at least he remembered to introduce himself like he'd been asked. ”Roman Dowling, and uhh, I'm a Gryffindor.” Though he didn't know why he had to say it. Didn't the stupid red robe, red tie, and red trim sweater give it away?

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【WHEN:: Friday, 2:00 – 2:45pm 】
【WHERE:: Herbology Greenhouse 】
【WITH WHO:: First Years' 】
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[The Forgotten Weasley]

He's a real nowhere man,
Sitting in his nowhere land...
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.
Doesn't have a point of view-
Knows not where he's going to-
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀɪʀ
ʜᴀʀɢʀᴀᴠᴇ
halfblood │ first year │ gryffindor

Myron liked having a class outside, even if it was the only technically, given the fact that they were in a stuffy greenhouse. He didn't really care much about plants- his mam was into gardening, but everything she grew was wild and overgrown and not in the least bit restrained, much like her. The professor was an old hardass, but Myron figured you probably had to be in order to get anyone to take a class like Herbology seriously. They'd probably hired the toughest looking bloke they could find at the time. to ensure it wasn't a bunch of kids running circles around some doddering old granny. "Myron Hargrave, Gryffindor," he said plainly, standing from his seat beside Roman, who looked bored out of his mind. "You need dragonhide gloves, right?"

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Nowhere Man, please listen;
You don't know what you're missing!
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command...
He's as blind as he can be-
Just sees what he wants to see-
Nowhere Man, can you see me at all?

 

[BunnyCheeks1114]

Ana was on her way to the next period, Herbology, she was pretty excited for this lesson. Her mother had a garden at home that she tended to filled with magical and non-magical plants. She would be outside on bright sunny days, in gorgeous day dresses pair with thick dragon-hide gloves for when she dealt with the more risky plants. Ana would find herself trekking out there with her on hot days. It was when she truly bonded with her mother. She typically kept closer to the flower beds.

In any case, she knew she would want to be prompt for this class and always prepared. Entering into the greenhouse, she spied a couple others had made there way in before her, two boys,both of Gryffindor. She's seen them previously in other classes. Smiling politely over to them to headed to the other side of the long table that split the greenhouse. She kept her backpack on her shoulders as to not wanting it to get dirty from being on the ground. One by one the rest of the class filed in and stood expectantly as they all awaited the professor to begin speaking. He stared by repeating what he had listed on the board behind him, something Ana had already scanned earlier. From his blunt words and deep tone, she knew this wouldn't be an easy to pass class, even with her previous experience with her mother.

Of course there was always introductions and this class was no different. One by one each students called out their name and house. When it reached Ana's turn she spoke up boldly. "My name is Anastasia Whellworth, and I am of the Hufflepuff house." She stated, brushing a lock of chestnut hair behind her ear showing off her black studded earrings. After all of the students introduced themselves, it was time to get the ball rolling. Every teacher seemed to be on the same page on asking a single open ended question to the class. Professor Hill was no different in that aspect. For the strangest reason, Ana chose to keep quiet for this question. She knew that dragon-hide gloves and ear muffs were the starting point. There were also two types of dung commonly used, dragon and mooncalf. They were used as fertilizer and compost. Although, she wasn't entirely sure if that would be all of the equipment Professor Hill would require. So it's best to sit this question out and wait for a stable answer.

＆＆BLOOD :: Pureiiii＆＆HOUSE :: Hufflepuffiiii＆＆YEAR :: Firstiiii＆＆LOCATION :: Herbologyiiii
＆＆COMPANY :: Studentsiiii＆＆MOOD :: Intriguediiii＆＆OUTFIT ::B&Y

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[Caedmon68]

I don't have time for dancin'
That's just gonna have to wait a while
Ain't got time for messin' around
And it's not my style...

Herbology was not going to be Calliandra's favorite class. It started with being forced to walk down to the greenhouses, which she didn't care for. If she wanted to spend time outside, she would find a nice quiet garden on a sunny day, not trudge through the grounds with all the other first years. And she didn't care for the mud or mess of plants, either. When she reached the greenhouse, she found a severe looking teaching with a by-now familiar list of rules on the board.

Calliandra didn't worry too much about the rules, instead finding a place away from the Gryffindors and the Hufflepuff, who Calliandra recognized as Anastasia Whellworth, who had answered the question in DADA earlier in the week. Calliandra waited her way through other students' introductions, which she had heard before, before sharing her own. "Calliandra Acton, of Slytherin." She didn't even try the question, though she had a small list of needs in her head already. She just didn't feel confident enough to say it out loud, not in Herbology. As soon as she finished speaking, Calliandra went back to looking at the plants around her. Don't think about it as taking care of plants. Think about it like an extra potions class, learning about ingredients. Maybe then you can at least get through this with a decent grade.

And I'm almost there
I'm almost there
People down here think I'm crazy
But I don't care...

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Company: First Years
Location: Greenhouses
Wearing: School robes
Thinking:I can do this. I know it.

 

[murruelecreuset]

Gertrude Laura Adelwood
Adopted Muggleborn
First Year Hufflepuff

I go by Gertie...

Oh and I'm 11 years old...

Location: Herbology Class - Friday @ 2:00pm

Gertie’s last class of the week was herbology and the young girl was excited. She couldn’t wait to enjoy working with all the different plants. Walking into the greenhouse that afternoon, her professor didn’t scare her at all. There was nothing scary about him. No, not to Gertie… Professor Hill was a new and interesting person. Adult he may be but that’s all she saw him as. Bouncing on the balls of her feet the Hufflepuff waited in anticipation for class to begin.

As Professor Hill began to explain his rules, Gertie listened as best she could. She was way too excited but wanted to be good. When he asked if any of his rules were unclear, the Hufflepuff shook her little red head. The girl stood when it was time for her to introduce herself. “I’m Gertie Adelwood, Hufflepuff sir.” She told him before jumping into the fun part. Answering questions! Myron mentioned the class needing gloves. There were certainly other things. “I always thought the plants tell you want they need or want? Like good soil or a little trim.” She answered before adding. “I suppose our books might be handy too… Not sure if we need our wands though…” Ending her thoughts out loud she sat back down. She tried.

Status: Excited
Wearing: Hufflepuff Uniform

With: Class...

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No one's doubting your brains or creativity
But it's your heart I'm interested in
Ravenclaw's nice, but I believe you'll flourish best in
Hufflepuff!

 

[CatWaffle]

《《《《 Gonna ride the world like a merry-go-round 》》》》
《《《《 Like a Ferris wheel that's breaking down 》》》》
《《《《 Drinking angel's piss, gonna crash and burn 》》》》
《《《《 I just want some action so gimme my turn 》》》》

Charlie was pleasantly excited for this class, he enjoyed tending the garden with his mom so a class about magic gardening? Sure why not! A few classmates warned him the teacher was a mean one. Charlie didn't mind, he had strict no-nonsense teachers before. He arrived a bit close for comfort and sat by Gertie, after her it was his time to talk. "I'm Charlie Antunez and I'm a Hufflepuff. As for tools, gloves so we don't rip out hand apart and well the tools used on the plant would all depend on what it needs right? Not going to dig up a plant when you need to prune it." He said shrugging at the end and sitting down. Probably not the right answer but hey it was true right?

《《《《Like a Chinese drama and conspiracy》》》》
《《《《It's the death of a nuclear family staring up at you》》》》
《《《《It's looking like another bad comedy》》》》
《《《《Just as long as it comes in high-fidelity for me too》》》》

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[Professor Foxtrot]

Andy O'Farrell

first year // ravenclaw // muggle-born // gender-fluid

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Andy was smiling when they walked into the greenhouse for their first Herbology lesson. Honestly, they adored being around plants. They found it very calming, all of the fragrances and green goodness. Their professor, however, seemed a very stern sort, and so their happiness was abated just a bit when they layed their eyes on him. When it was their turn, they stood up quietly. "My name is Andy O'Farrell, Professor. Ravenclaw." And they sat down.

Andy's gender wasn't entirely obvious based on their appearances, though they did sport a male set of the Ravenclaw uniform. They just hoped that people didn't actually come up and ask the if they were a boy or a girl... That conversation was always a little bit uncomfortable. Andy was simply Andy. Was anything else really that important? They certainly didn't think so.

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