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

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Rhett Fang Ye
<1st year>

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Rhett was looking forward to Herbology even if the dreaded Professor Hill taught it. Lola said she never had any problems with the professor and he was like a pineapple she said, prickly on the outside soft and good on the inside. Rhett figured that made sense, you had to be good to care and love plants.

Not wanting to make a bad impression, Rhett arrived early, so early he spent half an hour wandering the gardens before coming inside the greenhouse and taking a seat up front. As Professor Hill began, Rhett definitely could see the prickly pineapple outside Lola had talked about. When asked to introduce themselves and then what they needed Rhett happily raised his hand and answered eagerly, "Hi, Professor Hill, I'm Rhett Ye a Gryffindor. As for the basic tools the most basic is love and patience, but other things help too like sunlight and water, and things like gloves to protect yourself, fertilizer, pots, soil, a watering can, and a trowel or shovel depending on how big of plant you are working with."

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Time: 2036-2037
Location:Herbology Class
Looking: Ready for Adventure


Hello, then, Rhett
Hm, adventurous and reckless,
And you like pranks and can't sit still
Yes, I know just where to place you
Gryffindor!

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ˢᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵉᵉ
ᵀʰᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵉᵉ
ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵈᵍᵉ
ᴸᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ
ᴬⁿᵈ ʷⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ



Ferdie arrived in the class shortly after a Gryffindor. he found a seat and was ready to go. he had been told that this teacher was scary but Ferdie just assumed he was just that way to make sure they cared for the plants. the teach did spook him a little but he would get used to the spookiness eventually. he hoped he had the right answer for the teacher when they were asked a question. "Dragon-hide gloves are important so we don't hurt out hands and I know good composts that my grandma uses are Dragon and Mooncalf poo" Hehe poo....


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‪ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳ 'ᵗⁱˡ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ‬
‪ˢᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ?‬
‪ᵀʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵒʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ?



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[Graydon Ironshield]

Faina Patrovna-Harcroft
Slytherin │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single



Herbology was not a class Faina wanted to take, nor wanted to flunk. Taught by her own Head of House, the last thing she wanted was to do anything which give him reason to take notice of her, and he seemed to have an air about him of a repressed maniac. She pretty much figured if she hurt one of his precious plants they'd find what was left of her floating face-down in the Black Lake. Unfortunately, his class was compulsory, and she was fairly sure she had little talent for keeping plants alive. Figuring she might as well get this over with, she raised her hand, and said, keeping her answer succinct and to the point, "Faina Patrovna-Harcroft, Slytherin House, Professor Hill. The most basic tools I can think of, sir, is knowing what one is doing and competence."

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"You're lost little girl, you're lost little girl
You're lost, tell me who are you?"

"I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do, yeah
I'm sure that you know what to do "

 

[The Shiny Furret]

Would you do anything for me? Buy a big diamond ring for me?
Would you get down on your knees for me? Pop that pretty question right now, baby.



🌼 𝑅𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓁𝑒 𝒦𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝐹𝒾𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓋𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾 🌼
Hufflepuff / First Year / Halfblood



Beauty queen on a silver screen. Living life like I'm in a dream.
I know I've got a big ego. I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though.


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Rachele followed her classmates into the greenhouse for Herbology class. It was the only class she had on Fridays, and it was in the afternoon which meant she could sleep in for a bit. Though, Rachel had heard rumors about the Herbology professor, Jason Hill. For one, he was Slytherin Head of House, which meant he wouldn't hesitate to take points from anyone who stepped out of line. Second, she had heard he was very strict, and a bit strange about his plants. If someone hurt one, they were basically dead where they stood. Still, Rachel had to be here, so she figured she would make the most of it. Taking a seat, she opened her textbook and prepared a parchment for her notes. It was the first class, so they did the usual introductions, Professor Hill asking for nothing more than their names and houses. "Rachele Fioravanti, Hufflepuff." Listening to the other students listing items off that were key in the practice of Herbology, Rachele raised her own hand to add her own thoughts to the mix. "I'd think you would also need your wand, as well as your textbook or some sort of guide to assist you." If a plant came at her, she would want her wand to protect herself, that was for sure.


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'Cause I'm a primadonna girl, yeah. All I ever wanted was the world.
I can't help that I need it all. The primadonna life, the rise and fall.
You say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault.
Got you wrapped around my finger, babe. You can count on me to misbehave.

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[Yukina101]

First things first
I'ma say all the words inside my head
I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh ooh
The way that things have been, oh ooh

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╰☆╮Gi managed to make it outside to the Herbology greenhouse just in the nick of time she observed seeing as just a minute after she had taken her seat the door was magically shut and locked causing her to unconsciously gulp at the slightly menacing air coming from her professor. She'd heard about him from some of the older students, specifically Ji,
and she knew he wasn't exactly...howshouldsheputthis...soft. But she definitely hadn't been expecting that! She sat somewhat nervously on her stool listening to his speech and hoping that she didn't manage to somehow kill a plant in her years with him. She was sure it'd equal death but he was just being too nice to say so. Well hey! Maybe he was a tad soft. Best not say that to his face however. When he asked to list the tools for Herbology pretty much everyone there had said all that was to say, so when it was her turn she merely stood and said, "Gi-Seung Cho, Gryffindor, sir." and sat back down quickly.

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Second, don't you tell me what you think that I can be
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh ooh
The master of my sea, oh ooh

 

[Graydon Ironshield]

Faina Patrovna-Harcroft
Slytherin │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single



Faina took good care to be at the greenhouses in plenty of time to not be late for her Herbology class. It wasn't out an eagerness to get into handling plants, but more a real desire not to have her Head of House mad at her. Knowing they'd be studying the Spiky Bush this week, the young Slytherin made a point of raiding the library and reading up a bit on the subject. Being a know-it-all wasn't her aim, mind you, she just wanted to survive the class and pass.

After being shown what to do, Faina moved over to one of the plants the professor assured her was already stunned, though she was quite prepared to duck and cover if she thought for an instant it was going to start shooting thorns at her. Being as gentle as she could, she started moving aside the fronds as her Head of House bade them to do. Faina soon found one of the thorns. "Found one, sir," she said calmly, hoping Professor Hill would be pleased with her efforts thus far.

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"You're lost little girl, you're lost little girl
You're lost, tell me who are you?"

"I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do, yeah
I'm sure that you know what to do "

 

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Rhett Fang Ye
<1st year>

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Rhett didn't want to brag but he had an advantage in this class others didn't. Plants listened to him and he could sense what plants wanted often enough. And secondly, he wasn't afraid of Professor Hill. He had a sister who survived his class and made a good enough impression from the sound of it. Professor Hill wasn't the type to have favorites only least liked but it still was good to have family that wasn't on Professor Hill's black list and have a connection with one of the few things Professor Hill seemed to care about-plants.

Rhett was excited to start coursework in the class as he had been working with plants all his life, including magical plants, and if one class was going to make up for his average (and slightly below average) scholarship in other classes it was going to be this one. Maybe he'd be a herbologist when he was older. He bet he could talk about that with Professor Hill at a later date if he liked the more formal teaching of the class.

He tried to be composed as he came into the greenhouses, enjoying the happiness the plants around him radiated. He waved happily to the Professor sure not to say anything as he took a seat near Faina. She seemed a bit concerned about working with Spiky Bushes. Rhett wasn't worried a bit. His family had some in their garden and a few wild ones too that his mom took care of and taught him to care for.

Rhett began to hum a tune as he approached the plant and carefully shifted foliage aside with the lightest touch. Rhett could sense the stunning spell worried the Spiky Bush in front of him a bit, but these plants were used to it to a degree, and the plant relaxed more at the sound of Rhett's humming and his gentle touch. A few seconds later Rhett was able to locate a thorn and said with a grin, "Professor Hill, I've located a thorn." He kept his voice lower than his usual excited voice as he didn't want to disturb the plants. Sensing the plant tense a little Rhett returned to humming, the plant was still stunned but it obviously felt more at ease with music than just chatter.

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Time: 2036-2037
Location:Herbology Class
Looking: Ready for Adventure


Hello, then, Rhett
Hm, adventurous and reckless,
And you like pranks and can't sit still
Yes, I know just where to place you
Gryffindor!

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spaceDesi was rather torn on this particular lesson, more so than the others. On the one hand, she really didn't like Herbology that much, despite her mother's best efforts to get her interested in plants. She also hated being outside, and to her, a greenhouse very much counted as 'outside'. She gripped the handle of her parasol as she made her way to class, glaring upwards at the sun for a brief moment. If the class was at night, it'd be different. But, according to The Powers That Be, it was hard to run a Herbology course at night. If that weren't the case, her mum would probably be teaching it, anyway. Not all the levels, but she would've definitely gone for splitting it with Jason rather than teaching Potions. Meanwhile, Desi thought it was utter rubbish that you couldn't teach the class at night, because being a vampire certainly hadn't stopped her mother from working with plants.

spaceOn the other hand, Jason was teaching the class. She was... well, not excited, about the prospect. More like... amused. Very, very amused. He could deny it all day and all night long, but Desi knew Jason had a soft spot for her and her brother. Mostly because he had one for their mum, even after she'd been turned. If Jason didn't like them, he would've killed them ages ago. Actually, now that he had his own kids, she bet he longed for the days when the only time he had to worry about children was when the two of them came with their mother to work. Meanwhile, Desi hadn't gotten to see him much since her mum had quit the shop, so getting to have him as a teacher seemed like a plus to her. Almost worth the sun. Almost.

spaceThe Hufflepuff's expression brightened somewhat when she arrived at the greenhouse. She waved enthusiastically, forgoing the seats to instead approach her new professor, grinning. "Hey, Professor-Uncle Jason!" she chirped. "Listen, I got a bone to pick with you. This whole mid-afternoon outside in the sun thing sucks. Any chance I can skip and get, like tutoring? At night?" She was mostly joking, of course, since she already knew the answer. But she couldn't help but wonder if she'd give in just to get her to not be such a pain in the arse. She did tend to be less annoying when she got what she wanted, after all, by design. Jason didn't tend to give in, but maybe since this was going to be a constant thing, he'd relent. For once. Probably not, though.

spaceShe slipped into the nearest chair when her classmates began filing in, scowling when he asked for introductions. She felt dumb, telling him her name. And he could see her house plain as day, so that was dumb, too. She knew it was for people he didn't already know, but figured he was going to make her and Zach do it anyway. She stood, rolling her eyes. "I'm Desiree Whitethorne, in Hufflepuff. And you know that 'cause you've known me since I was in utero," she said blandly, and punctuated the statement with a loud raspberry. Not having any real desire to drone on about plants with him, she elected not to answer his 'real' question, which was boring and simple and not something she needed to be quizzed on. Let some other kid have that one.



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Maximillian Leonis,First year,Ravenclaw

Max walked into the greenhouse and took a seat on one of the benches anxiously playing with his hands it seemed this would be the last class of the week. After a few minutes Max decided that he could better use his time, he pulled out his Herbology textbook and began to skim through it. Max looked up when he heard 'professor uncle' the girl who was speaking seemed strange why did she have a parasol on such a sunny day? Simple over preparation? He wondered for a moment before going back to his book. when the teacher finally addressed the class max sat his textbook down and listened. Max thought for a moment about the teacher's question "I'm Maximillian Leonis, Ravenclaw, I think you would need gloves, a trowel, and gardening shears most likely but beyond that, I believe the appropriate tools would be dependent on the circumstances." He figured this probably wasn't the best answer but it was the one that made the most sense to him.  

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ARIANELL BLODWEN _________
Slytherin First Year _____._____
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Arianell walked the trek from the deep dungeons through the school grounds and inside of the glass paned green house in nearly twenty minutes. Just barely enough time to reach the class before the door swung shut and locked itself. Which was lucky, she thought. This professor seemed the worst out of all the bunch; just plain mean. Right away, she knew she wasn't going to like him. She just wished she could make that decision on the Hufflepuff girl who just stuck her tongue out at the professor. Right now, Arianell did not like her. She could be a threat. But that was mostly because, the Hufflepuff was over there and not here beside her where she could talk to her. Not to mention, the girl's a Whitethorne, and that could mean anything in this day and age. The branches of that house have grown far, wide, and interwoven with halfbloods. So many halfbloods. Like so many other once great families that have fallen into complacency. After the Ravenclaw boy's attempt at an answer, she was next to speak. ”Arianell Blodwen, Slytherin,” she said, sweet and to the point. ”We are also to have our textbooks, our wand, parchment and quill for notes.”

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【WHERE:: Herbology Class 】
【WITH WHO:: First Years 】
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