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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Roman Gellar
Slytherin First Year
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Arden Toros
Gryffindor Sixth Year  x4  x1
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SPOILER!!: Roo Quote:
Originally Posted by Shanners  Rooney wanted to scribble down the instructions himself, but he really didn't have the access to the notebook stored in the back of his trousers that he quite required for it. He followed Professor Myers into the second cave and listened carefully to ensure that he knew exactly what he was supposed to be doing even if he wasn't constantly looking at the instructions that would obviously be provided. Myers wasn't the type to provide fire writing instructions for one part and not the other. If so, Rooney would be picking his brains about WHY on Earth he would do that. Rip off.
But Myers was good and they did have access to instructions continuously. Which also meant that the students were all working at different paces and they were being allowed to. His favourite kind of lesson. Being able to work on his own and perfect his work to the point he was completely satisfied with it. And he supposed that the quicker he got his work done...the quicker he could offer his help to anyone else that needed it - although Rooney did not want anyone to need his help, he would much prefer to sit back against a cave wall and wait out the rest of the lesson.
As he set down his bucket in an area that wasn't sparsely populated with students, Rooney sat himself down on the floor and placed his wand at his feet, ready to use it when he needed to. Because he would need to. "All we do is dig, so we can hide hide so we can dig dig!" He whispered as he tucked his gloved fingers into the ground and started to dig out a hole for his seeds. The final handful, however, he tossed into his bucket to join the seeds and heat it how it was supposed to. Luckily, he was just going to wait here and finish out the song he had been singing quietly under his breath the entire time he had been digging.
"Quick before the hyena come!" Yaaaaaaaaaaaaas. This was the song of a winner. Or the song of someone who was really bored with his own thoughts and needed something to help him out of the funk he always seemed to be in. He watched the soil in his bucket with the seeds for a little while longer before dumping the bucket contents back into the hole, soil and seeds together. The dump was accompanied with a loud "HURRAY!" before he moved on to look back at the list of what he was supposed to be doing. Boiling water. Psh.. Couldn't they have used the fire seed bushes in the other cave to do that instead of casting ANOTHER heating charm? Time saving, really. "PROFESSSSSOOOOOOORR MYYYYEEERRRRRRRRRS" Did he have his attention yet? Actually, where was the white haired fox going? HEY PROFESSOR MYERS NO NO NO EXCUSE YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW. Although, Rooney had only wanted to tell him that he had missed his lessons and to grin at him.
After a huff at his shortcomings and a cheeky grin about an idea he had, Rooney picked up his wand from the floor and pointed it into the empty bucket. "Aguamenti!" He secured enough water in the bucket that he would be have just a little more than he needed...unless heating the water made some of it disappear. That was a thing. He moved his wrist alone, still a little annoyed how much concentration that alone took and cast the Chaudensis charm on his bucket once more. "Chaudensis!" And sat...waiting.....for his water to bubble...and bubble....and boil....and oooooooooooh the steam was so fascinating!!! SO FASCINATING. Steam was definitely one of his favourite things to watch, but he didn't have an exact reason for that.
Had anyone realised that they were all witches and wizards, sitting around a boiling bucket of liquid? This was pretty much potions. Except it was just water and hE WAS GOING TO GET BURNED. "OOPS!" There had only been a few spatters of water and his bucket was big enough to keep the spits in it, but for a milisecond, the Prefect had definitely feared for his absolute life. He had plans, you know. Rooney Bronwyn was going to marry the Gryffindor girl in his life and they had totally already named their two children. And he'd worked all of that into his ten year world domination plan post graduation. Watch this space... In his distracted thoughts, Rooney had poured three quarters of the water from his bucket over the area he had recently dug out and refilled.
"Groooooooooow seedlings, grooooooooow." And as per the class instructions, Rooney gave himself a high five -- and laughed to himself about how that was just a clap, but he couldn't BEAR to embarrass Professor Myers more than the man did himself. Still his favourite Professor, though.
"HEY PROFESSSSOOOOOR????????" Oh wait... he wasn't here. UGH. Roo used the end of his wand to draw a circle around his PRECIOUS area and then hurried back out of the cave and into the other one. This. Was. Important. And...apparently so had been the disaster that was happening in here. At the sight of the melted bucket and Professor Myers' request for the student to decorate it, Rooney HOWLED with laughter. "Show me how you did it!" Only because he wanted to do exactly that and use it in a gift. Always thinking of others, was this one.
"Professor Myers! Nice seeing you here. Come here often? Long time no see. Hello stranger. All of the previous, plus hey hi I have a question." Did the man already want to knock the annoying out of the Ravenclaw? This was only going to make him want to more, really.. "SO. I've been thinking -- a dangerous pastime, I know!" Hah, wasn't he just classic? A real funny man. Comedy was unlucky that he had chosen musical theatre over it. Although there was some comedy in that, but not nearly enough to capitalise on the talent of the one and only Rooney Alexander Bronwyn. "Can I put some sort of sign here? Stone, so it doesn't burn. To say that it's mine. In case you bring other students here after I'm gone. I bet you'll be able to fence it off and sell opportunities to see my handiwork one day." Especially when he was big and famous and Professor Myers was a mere memory.
Much love, Myers.
Paul was too busy trying to help Derf to answer Roo’s first PAUL CALL. But when he followed the older man into Cave #1, and then proceeded to be absolutely SILLY, Paul had to turn and chuckled at the prefect. “Have you had too much caffeine today, Mr. Bronwyn?” he smirked. “Thinking is dangerous for some people, eh?” Yes yes, go on, Roo. Aaaaaand to the point of Roo’s coming to talk to him at all -- ”Yes, yes you can, Rooney! I don’t mind whatsoever,” he smiled at the enthusiasm.
It was very endearing to Paul. SPOILER!!: Bucket Melting Boy Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
The first year BEAMED at Thereos when the connection was made. Mum would be ever pleased that the centaur remembered her, he was sure of it, and he would have to remember to include it in the next owl he sent home.
Easily made happy? He wasn't entirely sure about that, but he did have a certain niche that was easy to fill. "How DO you hug fen?" Because now he was keen on learning some centaurian customs - so thank you, Thereos, for pushing that door of inquiry and curiosity wiiiiiiiiiiiide open. "....can you s-s-show me?" he added after a bit of a pause. Perhaps TOO long a pause since Thereos was now leaving the cave to follow the rest of the group who all had their fire seeds and perhaps dreams of using them to help hatch a dragon egg still very much in their sights.
Crestfallen, Derf looked down at his wand and couldn't help but pout a little. Maybe if he had had an ash and lime wand things would work better. Not that he hated his wand or anything and he understood that the wand chose the wizard...but still...
SIGH.
And then the first year's small frame went RIGID when he heard THAT man's voice.
"Magic," he replied without a moment's hesitation. Was that not obvious? Sheepishly and reluctantly, the Hufflepuff accept the professor's bucket and stared into it. He would likely just melt this one too...so being careful was ---
Derf's eyes WIDENED at his Head of House's request - and maniac laugh. Decorate? He saw riiiiiiiiiiiiight through you, Professor Myers. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight through you. And since Charlotte was present he could make sure there was a proper witness to his question AND the man's answer AND his growing concerns. "You're...you're not going to us-s-se it to make a horcrux...are you?"
And then the Ravenclaw prefect reentered their cave...and Derf was looking back at his wand and new bucket confused. "Magic," he repeated, again, confused as to why people kept asking him HOW he did something when there really was just one answer.
But now he really REALLY needed to figure this heating charm out or he was never getting his fire seeds which meant he was never going to hatch a dragon egg in the comfort of the Hufflepuff common room.
Wand movement he was sure he had down...but incantation...that was harder.
"Chaudens-s-s-sis-s...." he said, blue eyes on the bucket - this time getting pronunciation a little more accurately. "Chaudens-sis-s-s-s...Chaudens-sis-s-s..."
After a few more practice attempts, the first year attempted both together and SOMEHOW managed not to melt the bucket...but his charm was not terribly powerful either. BUT...the bucket WAS comfortably warm to the touch so...yay? Well...kind of pulsing between warm and cold, as though the bucket had a heating heartbeat. That worked, yeah?
……..Paul’s eyes widened at Derf’s question. Did he know what he was asking the man? Did he know for one, just how deeply offended Paul was….and two, what it REALLY was? The Herbologist’s face grew very serious, and he straightened up. “I don’t know where you’ve learned that term from, but we will be having a talk. Today. See me after class immediately. I will write you a note to be late for your next class.”
Paul would be writing to his parents. Absolutely. He hated to bother poor Seren, but…
His heart was...a little sad as he continued on. “If you need anything else, ask me, Derf,” he said in a soft, much less cheerful voice than he had used before. And he tucked the metal under his arm. “You can still decorate this if you wish, but you will never mention that term to me again, do we understand?”
Merlin.
Where would a kid LEARN THAT FROM? SPOILER!!: Kitty Quote:
Originally Posted by Goblinfrog So James wasn't going anywhere, at least not right now. She supposed that meant she didn't have to worry about watching him. Now that she had his attention though, she didn't know how to end the conversation. "I like your hairstyle" she settled on, though she hadn't really been thinking about his hair. As soon as she said it she cringed, because now it sounded like if she was flirting with him. She very quickly went back to paying attention to Paul's next instructions, glad her pale makeup would cover any fluster she might be showing.
After that, she went along with Professor Myers and the others out of the cave and towards the darker one - making sure to keep on an eye on the younger students to make sure they were tagging along. The only source of light in this other cave was from Professor Myer, and for a few brief but terrifying moments, her panic started to return. "Lumos!" she hissed quietly, lighting up another part of the cave with her wand. She held up her wand high so she could see the end of the cave. Even with her lumos she couldn't quite see everything, but the panic had only been a triggered reaction to the darkness and soon it went away.
Now to dig a hole. Obviously there weren't any shovels, and it would have been silly to use a wand for such a small hole, so that meant they were going to use their hands. It was a good thing they had gloves, Kitty thought to herself as she bent down over a spot super close to the group. Earlier today she had just painted her nails, so it would have been anti-climatic to put a bunch of soil in them.
Watching the others to see how deep they dug their holes, she began to paw away at the dirt with her glove, being careful not to break a nail in the process. Once she had dug a hole around the size of most of the other holes, she took the dirt and placed it inside the bucket, being careful to spread it around a bit. Then after waiting for about a minute or so, she poured out the soil with one of the seeds. Then she moved to a spot close by to repeat the process with the second seed and then third. For the second hole she found a rock the size of a baseball (though much more jagged) but other than that things went smoothly.
In the third hole she found something awesome. "Worms!" Kitty squealed with delight, carefully picking up two worms and showing them around. "Professor, look at these worms! Aren't they adorable?" And she also showed them to Theroes, just in case he was interested.
Paul went back to Cave #2 to check up on those students. He nodded at Kitty a little. “Very cute indeed!” he smiled his best for her, but his mind was still...stuck on what Derf had said. Horcruxes...at eleven, knowing...even that word? Or that it was a THING? And Paul knew that Derf wasn’t a fan of plants nor Herbology NOR himself...so...he clearly associated horcruxes with ‘bad wizards.’
Concern. Much concern. “All right everyone, it’s time to start heading baaaaack! If you haven’t already finished, wrap up what you’re doing, and Thereos and I will be waiting outside the caves for you all!” He smiled gently once more and went to wait outside for the students.
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Once everyone was ready to leave, Paul started the trot back towards DAYLIGHT. He had cast lumos, and he hoped some of the students would know to do so as well. OOC: OKAY CLASS IS WRAPPING UP. We’re just walking back to McLeod’s hut! I know TLs right now might be wonky because some of you haven’t finished up planting seeds----but you have about 24 hours to wrap up those post(s) and follow us back to CIVILIZATION. Take as many or as little posts as you need, loves.
Thanks for a wonderfully interesting lesson, I truly enjoyed it, you all, and your characters. <3 Happy posting. I’ll try to post Paul interacting with students when I can!
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |