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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 8:47 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 10:25 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 2:35 pm
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Location: Herbology (Wednesday 2:00pm – 3:00pm)
Looked like their new professor was going to be a real pain, Mira wasn’t happy about that. Listening to him explain what they clearly weren’t taught by their previous professor, she waited for the thorn to come her way and looked it over. It was a thorn, not to interesting to her really. Passing it along the topic of knowing their name’s came up. She’d rather he know her name instant of making up one for her. Raising her hand Mira figured she might as well speak.
“Mira Mitchell, Slytherin house. We also covered Bouncing Bulbs. They jump at you if they feel threatened. The knockback jinx would work against younger bulbs to stop them but to stop a more mature bulb you’d be required to use the spell incendio. I’m not overly sure but I would suppose the stunning charm would potentially work in restraining them, since they bounce non-stop.” she said hoping not to be corrected like crazy. That was mostly what she read since she actually didn't mind herbology and quite enjoyed it.
Status: Annoyed... Who died and made him ruler of the plants...? With: Class... Timothy, Benjamin
Wearing: Slytherin Uniform
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Spice the Rat
Anger and resentment, A dark path you tread, I would be careful, young one, But, I know where you belong... Slytherin!
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 3:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 4:25 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 6:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 11:59 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 7:32 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."
════════════════════════ 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: Wed Feb 18, 2015 5:08 pm
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x x x x x
████████████████xx мαιsιε яεε∂ xx███████xxxxget your facts straight, then distort them as you please.
Second Year | | Twelve | | Slytherin | | Single | | Half-Blood
Maisie walked into Herbology and walked up to one of the plants, curious. She didn't dare touch it, of course, she wasn't an idiot; Professor Hill was likely to rip anyone's head off who touched or dealt with the plant without permission. When he started the lesson, Maisie tried her hardest to actually pay attention to what he was talking about, however she was having a hard time trying to pay attention to a class she didn't care for. She did, however, catch what they were supposed to be doing. When it was time for them to deal with the plants, Maisie walked up to one and pulled on her gloves. Searching the plant, Maisie found an ill-looking shrivelfig. She quickly snipped off the dead part of the plant and continued searching the plant.
clothing x ooc :: - - -
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 5:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 5:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 6:00 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 6:23 pm
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єνєяутнιиg ιѕ αωєѕσмє єνєяутнιиg ιѕ ¢σσℓ ωнєи уσυ'яє ραят σf α тєαм єνєяутнιиg ιѕ αωєѕσмє ωнєи ωє'яє ℓινιиg συя ∂яєαм єνєяутнιиg ιѕ вєттєя ωнєи ωє ѕтι¢к тσgєтнєя ѕι∂є ву ѕι∂є, уσυ αи∂ ι gσииα ωιи fσяєνєя, ℓєт'ѕ ραяту fσяєνєя ωє'яє тнє ѕαмє, ι'м ℓιкє уσυ, уσυ'яє ℓιкє мє, ωє'яє αℓℓ ωσякιиg ιи нαямσиу
Lyall was actually on time for once, and he noticed Rider skipping to Herbology. Rider! She would make a lovely partner in class... if they had partners. He ran after her, but he was quite a bit behind. She walked into the classroom while he was still sprinting, but he chose to stop by the door, wintery air making his lungs burn. He leaned forward and wheezed for a moment. When he had managed to catch his breath, the boy pushed his glasses up his nose and walked in, looking sheepish. He hadn't made friends with this professor last year, since he'd had a penchant for being a bit late. Looking around the room, he moseyed over to Rider and grinned at her. Hopefully she wouldn't be angry at his choosing her to work with. She was working on pruning, so he picked up some shears and set to work, remembering helping his mum with her bushes. He hummed happily as he worked, making sure only to cut the dead branches away from the tree.
вℓυє ѕкιєѕ, вσυи¢у ѕρяιиgѕ ωє נυѕт иαмє∂ тωσ αωєѕσмє тнιиgѕ α иσвєℓ ρяιzє, α ριє¢є σf ѕтяιиg уσυ киσω ωнαт'ѕ αωєѕσмє؟ єνєяутнιиg! ∂σgѕ ωιтн fℓєαѕ, αℓℓєяgιєѕ, α вσσк σf gяєєк αитιqυιтιєѕ вяαи∂ иєω ραитѕ, α νєяу σℓ∂ νєѕт αωєѕσмє ιтємѕ αяє тнє вєѕт тяєєѕ, fяσgѕ, ¢ℓσgѕ тнєу'яє αωєѕσмє яσ¢кѕ, ¢ℓσ¢кѕ, αи∂ ѕσ¢кѕ тнєу'яє αωєѕσмє fιgѕ, αи∂ נιgѕ, αи∂ тωιgѕ тнαт'ѕ αωєѕσмє єνєяутнιиg уσυ ѕєє, σя тнιик, σя ѕαу ιѕ αωєѕσмє
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 3:24 pm
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❤ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❤ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❤
Tori entered the greenhouse, unsure of what to expect for their first day back with Professor Hill. Honestly, she was a little scared of him. He was always so intimidating and he talked like the bad guy in an old movie. Still, Herbology was a required course, so here she was. When she walked into the room, she found the tables and chairs gone, replaced with a bunch of trees. Yaaay trees. She quickly found Addison and joined him at his tree. The objective was to trim the dead branches and such from the tree. In theory, it didn't sound too difficult, but in practice, what was to stop her from accidentally cutting off a live branch and getting detention for the rest of the year?
She glanced at Addison, who was just cutting every branch in sight. Picking up her sheers, Tori eyed them curiously. They were so big and awkward for her small hands. "Uhhh... Addy? I don't know if we're supposed to cut all the branches off..." she said, watching him. The girl eyed a branch. It had a few green leaves on it, but some of them were a little brown. So... She snipped it off and let it fall to the floor. Was she doing this right?
❤ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❤ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❤ PUREBLOOD GRYFFINDOR SECOND YEARx
I'm not your average type of girl. I'm gonna show the world the strength in me that sometimes they can't see. I'm about to switch my style, and soon things may get wild, but I will prove that I can conquer anything. Better watch out, going for the knockout, and I won't stop till I'm on top now! Not gonna give up until I get what's mine. Better check that, I'm about to upset, and I'm hot now so you better step back! I'm taking over so watch me shine!❤ ▬ ❤ ▬ ❤
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 5:05 pm
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