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

[Graydon Ironshield]

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Dani didn't know what to expect from the new Herbology teacher. After Professor Watson, they'd gotten a series of substitutes whose knowledge of the subject varied as much as the plants they tended. She wasn't expecting Jason Hill.

The long shaggy hair, leather coat and angular features reminded her of the frontman of Within Temptation, or somebody from the nastier areas of London. It was his eyes she found ... disturbing. He was gazing at all of the students, and Dani had the uncomfortable impression he was sizing them up. As the new professor spoke to the class, laying down the rules as he obviously figured the lot of them were dullards enough not to bother reading them, she got the impression he was silently daring somebody ...anybody to challenge him.

Dani figured he'd already heard the tale of Professor Watson and how she instructed them to use an Incendio on a plant. She raised her hand, and took care to meet the Professor's lupine gaze, and replied, "We've learned one does not use fire as a means to extract the secretions of the Spiky Bush, sir."





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[mc2]

❤ Cathy ❤

❤ I was born on August 3, 2014.
❤ My blood is B+. Sorry you care about how 'pure' it is? I am pureblood, my father is a Squib. Does it matter?
❤ Do you still want to know more about me?
❤ Oh, and my big brother is a 5th year Ravenclaw.

❤ My directions say I am... {in Herbology III}
❤ My time on the clock is Thursday, Block 1
❤ And I am looking {like the adorable badger that I am!}

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spaceCathy was never particularly fond of herbology. Between the fact that 1st year was absolutely traumatizing for her, between being told to set fire to plants that moved for no good reason-and it not even being mentioned about getting the plants' useful pus for potions (thank God, she actually listens to her brothers talks about school and classes all the time-then again he at least pretends to listen to her lectures about treating people nicely and smiling more and linguistics and history), and then her brother blowing up on the professor (no doubt) for making her cry, and then the professor having the audacity to compare herself to Cathy-when the professor had been a bit inept at her position-was horrifying to say the least. Cathy didn't mind professors favoring her to a point, but if it was too obvious it was awkward AND then the fact Cathy lived in London and didn't deal with plants and such and was more comfortable with city stuff usually than dirt and planting stuff... she wasn't too fond of herbology. But she of course tried her best and it wasn't like she was absolutely horrible in it.

When she skipped into class and took a seat next to Danica the intimidating professor didn't bother her one bit with his whole 'challenge me if you dare' and pompous air of 'I'm right and you are wrong'. Hell, considering she grew up with her brother, that sort of thing was normal. And her father did the same thing most of the time-granted he was an amazing surgeon and built a stellar well renown surgical practice-and her mum's family, well pride was as natural for them as breathing. She listened with a polite smile sitting primly as she lightly tapped a finger on the table. When Danica mentioned the incendio incident and spiky bushes Cathy smiled and offered after in her typical bright, unruffled tone, "Actually, the professor didn't even mention the usefulness of the Spiky Bush's spines-she was just all 'set these things on fire'. It was horrible. And wasteful. She looked at me like I was speaking Chinese when I mentioned the fact that doing that was wasteful and the spiky bushes were useful for some potions-I remember my brother mentioning it, thankfully. Good thing he pays attention to his text book. But seriously, I would have known if I was speaking Chinese to her. And I totally wasn't. But fire I suppose is generally a good way to kill a plant so we learned that from that professor."

She shrugged with an almost too innocent smile. Okay, so Cathy really disliked the professor, but she wasn't the type to actually flat out insult the professor-even if she thought the professor was inept and horrible in a lot of ways (or at least in Cathy's book).


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[The Forgotten Weasley]

We have a flair for the shade and the inbetween...
We like to run with the wolves from the darker scene!
When we turn the safety off, the shots are automatic...
All our friends tell their friends we're so dramatic!

We'll have you wrapped around our trigger finger.
Clean key yellow, you're the target for our stinger!
We'll make you flinch, make it hurt just a little...
We're the boys and the girls and the freaks in the middle!

Please keep your victory: Infuriated
Just give me little death: Why is he here?!
I know that you're afraid of: Third Years
What I might be made of: Herbology

M O R V E N | G R A I N N E | V A S S
B L O O D T R A I T O R | S L Y T H E R I N | T H I R D Y E A R

Morven was as far away from Professor (oh, that was riot) Hill as possible, and still in a state of teeth grinding disbelief. Why in hell's name was this man teaching? He didn't even seem to like his own pack members, never mind children. It was bad enough she had to deal with him and his glares once a month in the woods. That, combined with being forced to spend her transformations with him, her older sister's stupid Irish boyfriend, the obnoxious Hufflepuff twerp a year ahead of her... It would have all been too much were Morven not allowed to also kill things during that time. She was never exactly in her right mind then, so it was easier to let things go. Right now, however, she was very much completely human, completely sane, and struggling not to scream in frustration. She didn't care who he was- he'd never been her Alpha, not ever, and part of her was very much convinced she was going to be killed or at least ran out of the woods as soon as she was considered old enough to actually be a threat, rather than an annoyance- and him being her professor did not mean she was about to transform into the epitome of respect and deference. He sounded exactly like her father, and she hated her father, even more so now that he was dead. The only thing she so far agreed with him on was that their last Herbology professor had been an idiot of almost hilarious proportions. Morven had found the woman a mix between laughable and unbearably obnoxious, but she'd even take that over Jason. She bit down on her tongue so hard she felt like it was about to bleed, sat rigid and unmoving in her seat, refused to make eye contact with anyone, and forced the most impassive, deadened expression possible onto her face. If she opened her mouth, a critique of their last instructor was not what was going to come out.

IF YOU WANT TO RULE THE WORLD, YOU'VE GOT TO STOP PRETENDING.

We know the halls you walk are unforgiving.
It's not the kind of place to find your place among the living.
We have a plan, we've got the means for your liberation...
You'll only have to blur the lines on a few occasions...

We have the cure for your crisis, never patent pending!
If you come along with us the doors are never ending!
If you want to rule the world you've got to stop pretending!
We're the boys and the girls and the freaks in the middle.

 

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Third Year | | Thirteen | | Hufflepuff | | Single | | Metamorphmagus


Ariana was rather surprised to see another new herbology professor. It seemed every year they got a new one. This one, unlike the previous professors, scared Ariana a bit, however she wouldn't let that get in the way of her favourite class. She sat quietly and listened as the professor insulted the previous one and laid down his rules. Ariana didn't say anything, simply sitting quietly fiddling with her robe. She was actually too scared to speak...


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[-Fizztastic Rain-]

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"I like swimming,"

¦Gunilda Stone¦
Slytherin Third-year

"Having fun,"

At least the old professor was fun and seemed nice enough Gunilda thought as she eyed the new teacher, who was a no-nonsense type. This is going to be a boring year, at least with this guy anyway, the slytherin watched the new guy and nodded lazily at what her fellow students said they had learnt agreeingly. What a waste of plant that was. She looked around the greenhouse idly, at first simply looking at some of the interesting plants- one of which she noticed was a puffapod -but soon noticed that a few people seemed a little...nervous. Is this all because of the new professor? I guess he's strict but all he did was lock us in, maybe he'll be alright down the line, the slytherin looked curiously towards Professor Hill, surprised that he had unnerved most of the class. Gunilda felt a tiny bit sorry for her fellow classmates; the albino, who she had bumped into before that years beginning of year feast, was staying as quiet as a mouse and seemed to have his wand at the ready, and some others, like Morven, had decided to simply stay as far away from the professor as possible. He's just a teacher, what's the worst he could do, make us eat a poisonous plant? Doubtful. Everyone needs to calm down already, Gunilda returned to studying the plant she believed was a puffapod, another plant her mother had handled.

Out Of Cauldrons:

"And trying my best"

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[Graydon Ironshield]

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Dani chose to say nothing and not react when Professor Hill said everyone knew that fire wasn't the approach to use when dealing with the Spiky Bush. At the point in time, she'd known nothing about such things, and assumed Professor Watson was giving them legitimate information. It became clearer to her Professor Watson was an incompetent, and probably should never have had the Herbology chair here.

"Would you be willing to give us proper instruction on the Flutterby Bush, Professor?" she asked, after raising her hand. "I'm afraid our previous instructor's lesson on the subject was probably as dodgy as the one on the Spiky Bush, sir."





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[Deviled Dregs]

Dylan
Burgamy
Ravenclaw │ Third Year │ 13 Years Old │ Single │ Chaser

Dylan walked to the greenhouse on his first class of the day, finding himself to be one of the first. He personally hated having classes during block one, but at least the walk outside towards the greenhouse woke him up completely, and he'd be able to focus. He took a seat at a table, listening to Professor Hill's introduction. Dylan wasn't completely sure about the new professor his class would be getting next year through the end of their time at Hogwarts. Dylan had almost grown accustomed to the wolfish man, despite his intimidating appearance and serious demeanor.

He also mentioned the whole extra help that he was sure everyone knew by now. Even though Herbology wasn't his absolute favorite subject, he could tolerate it enough to actually concentrate on it and do well. Besides, his mother would crucify him if he did especially bad on any subject due to laziness.

As he set them to their task, he dug out a hole, gently taking the pod and placing it inside of the hole, slowly, very slowly, starting to push some of the dirt he had dug out back in, quicker and quicker as he heard the pod making a strange sound.

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Arianna made her way cautiously into class. It wasn't the plants that freaked her out it was the teacher. She couldn't quite place her finger on it but there was something in her that always told her not to be alone with him. The red head quickly glanced around the room and sighed with relief realizing there was at least one other person there. How that would help her she didn't know but it comforted her just slightly. She found herself a seat closest to the door just like last year. She wanted to be close enough to escape at all times... Even if the professor locked the door.

Ari sat quietly and listened to the scary professor's lecture only daring to look away to take a few notes. Soon he set them loose to begin the repotting process. The Gryffindor watched a few students begin and then began herself.  

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Wendy didn't particularly hate herbology. The class was useful for potions, obviously, as good ingredients anyone with some common sense about potions could tell you were critical in making a properly potent, accurate, and flawless potion. And, quite frankly, Wendy did like the outdoors and the greenhouses and working with plants. It was soothing. And as for the occasional dirt on her shoes or under her nails or hands, there were simple cleaning charms to solve that problem.

She stepped into the greenhouse, taking a seat by herself, tucking her skirt under her, as she fixed her typically expressionless gaze she most often opted for on the grizzled professor. She wasn't going to take the man up on the offer of wasting the time to drag herself to Hogsmeade to essentially be free hard labor for him for something as petty as 'practice' or 'extra credit' but that was her. Some students no doubt needed it. Listening as the professor began the lesson at hand, introducing the Puffapod, she nodded only slightly as he made the reference to their usefulness in potion brewing, before like the other students she began to work on re-potting one of the Puffapod pods before they bloomed.

Handling it with care and calm hands a look of pure concentration, Wendy began to work with the Puffapod pod she had chosen for the assignment...

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