Clara had arrived to the Greenhouses not much later after her sister had & she immediately plopped right beside her once she found her. She didn't seem as peeved about this place as she was to the dungeons where they held their Potions lessons. It wasn't even a moment after she had sat down that she was already speaking her mind, "Alright, can I just say that, that they are very odd for holding lessons in a dungeon & don't even get me started on the smell Chlo, it's concerning. My goodness."

She shook her head in a disappointed fashion before pulled out her journal & pen before she began scribbling away today's notes, which would end up filling almost three pages.

Feeling satisfied with her notes she closed her journal & began to braid her red hair, remaining silent for a few moments before she realized there was tea on the table. "Oh thank goodness, something sensible." Soon finishing her braid, she soon found herself pouring a glass of tea to enjoy.

R O S E S. AND T E A!

Olivia Phillips, Glitter Lion extraordinaire, was FINALLY LIVING HER ALICE IN WONDERLAND DREAM.....to a degree. Ahem. See, what had happened was....she'd accidentally (ahem, ahem, ahem) touched some of the roses and they'd gone stark white beneath her touch. So, the blonde's first thought (naturally) was that they were going to be painting the roses red. So immersed in Disney, was she, that this seemed like the most logical next step. Lol, Gryffindors and logic, though. How completely preposterous, amright?

Finally finding her way to a table, which sat her #TheaterBestie Rooney Bronwyn, it was thankfully enough to deter her (momentarily, at least) from the roses turning white. And the tea. The tea had played it's small part, as well. Also, she was disappointed at the lack of biscuits on the tables. Poor tea party game, Professor Myers. THIS COULD'VE BEEN PERFECT!

Leaning over to shower her bestie with a tight hug, Liv BEAMED. "Mind if I join you?" Of COURSE, he wouldn't mind. She was Liv and he was Roo. There was never any minding between them, or so her brain said.

Princess!sipping from her cup, she silently despaired over the lack of snacks.

Sky knew from her older siblings and cousins and friends and parents that lessons at Hogwarts would be quite EXTRAordinary. However that didn't mean it was any less of a shock when the first year entered the Herbology Greenhouses to find NO professor. Uh, okay? Was that common? Staring bewilderingly over where to sit, the young snakelette took a few moments to consider her choices. If she sat near the front, she'd be seen as eager.... a goody-two-shoes. But sitting near the back she might be overshadowed or seen as a troublemaker. She didn't want any of those things. Sky wanted to be seen, but she didn't want to seem eager.

With a sigh, she took a seat somewhere in the middle as she read the instructions on the board. Staying hydrated in Herbology? Was that supposed to be a metaphor that they had to keep the plants hydrated?

Shrugging, she took a sip of tea after first adding some cream and sugar.

Melbourne Johanson was happy to be back in the Herbology greenhouses…they were always so warm and welcoming and the smell of the fresh earth was just so liberating and welcoming especially when it was so cold in the winter. Looking at the roses around her Melbourne brushed her finger against one of the petals and watched as the color changed to white.

“That’s awesome” she grinned. Grabbing a mug of tea as well as a glass of cold water Mel made her way back to her little workstation near Tenacius. “Hello Professor Myers, I love what you’ve done with the place” it really was lovely…like underland. She’d love to see it here magical roses.

Herbology.

Might as well give it a shot? I mean what was the worst that could happen? Well there could be a vicious man eating plant waiting to attack. He could also die from plant fumes but he highly doubt the teacher would let that happen. As he made his way to the grounds, he realized it was full. There were a lot of students. He looked around and noticed Mel was sipping some tea. He saw there was tea available but he wasn't much for it. He got a cold glass of water instead and then he saw SO many rosebushes. He wondered why. He never seen so many.

He walked over to Mel's table with his water glass and gave her a nod. "Hey Mel, do you know what the deal with all those rosebushes. It is kind of freaking me out.."

Gendry walked into the greenhouse with almost a shuffle. He noticed a few other students there who seemed to be older and obviously some knew each other. He hadn't been particularly sociable since the great feast, but felt that he needed to get his bearings. Not knowing anyone was tough. He observed the solitary rosebush and no professor. He glanced at the board and saw the notes.

He looked for a seat in the middle without anyone nearby and sat down and began to make himself a cup of tea. Carefully taking two sugar packets, he poured them into his steeping water and taking his finger, he tried to stir his tea. It was a bit warm and he quickly pulled it out and stuck it in his mouth, to cool the burn. He wondered how he would stir his tea. This wasn't starting out well.

Nicky'd had half a mind to wear her Castelobruxo robes around the castle instead of this drab monstrosity, or... she would have, had her parents actually let her have them. When they'd had the house in Brazil packed up, they'd donated her robes to a second-hand shop. As far as the Ivers were concerned, Nicky was never going back.

Nicky, however, had other plans.

She'd written Tali and the bestie has sent along the patch from the front of the robes, no doubt "volunteered" by a younger student. Nicky had quickly affixed it on her robes, covering the Ravenclaw crest.

Entering the greenhouses, Nicky had made other alterations to her uniform, shortening the skirt, lengthening the knee socks to thigh-highs, and leaving her big, black motorcycle boots untied, tongues flopping forward. Lollipop stick hanging out of her mouth, she scanned the area before selecting a seat near the back and kicking her feet up on the table, legs crossed at the ankles. Wand out, she levitated the teacup into the air, spinning it about absently as she waited for class to start.

Paul was running late, but for very good reason.

He was ....ah, getting ready. He glanced at his watch, GASPED, and fixed the wig atop his face without smearing ANY of the paint, and quickly ran to his first Herbology lesson of the term...in heels. What a feat! Milton would have been proud. Paul was PROUD OF HIMSELF, thank you very much.

Regardless of what the students were doing, Paul BURST into the greenhouse, slamming the door open QUITE dramatically.

"WHO'S BEEN PAINTING MY ROSES RED? WHO has been panting MY ROSES RED?!" he cried, VERY much in character, GLARING at his students like he had never glared at them before. Did he look menacing? He was going for menacing. He grabbed a fistful of the red roses from a nearby bush and pulled them from the rest of the bush, internally wincing at the PLANT MURDERING he was doing, but this was all for character AND he could fix them in a moment. The roses turned white as soon as he touched them, and he throw them on the ground.

"Who dares to paint--the vulgar paint!--the royal flower bed?! For painting my roses red...SOMEONE WILL LOSE HIS HEAD!" Or her or unspecified. Ahem. Paul wanted to add.

And end scene. Paul smirked....began laughing...hysterically...and then took a bow because what a LOVELY performance that had been. He grabbed a cup of tea from one of the tables and moved to sit on the table in the front, crossing his feet at his ankles like he'd seen his mother do countless times while wearing a dress. He sipped his tea. "Everyone DRINK UP--" he said with a wink. "Now--if you noticed--" he gestured at the roses he had thrown. "The roses turned white when I touched them. Someone tell me why. Guess. Think. Make something up----GO--"

This was the first lesson of the year. Nothing too serious, eh? It was why he saw some MAJOR uniform violations and decided he wouldn't care about them...for now. HE was a walking uniform violation right now, wasn't he?



OOC: I got so excited I forgot to say...moving on sometime tomorrow for me. <3 Thanks to Kath for that manip that I asked for and she delivered A+ thanks for the lulz of posts so far, guys <3

Abby raised her hand and said "Well I think the roses turned white because of a spell that was on them but it could also be an illusion spell that makes the roses turn different colours" Abby wasn't sure but it was something better to make it up rather than not knowing

Miranda hadn't the faintest , but nevermind that. The professor had said to guess if unsure. So, she sat for a moment and her hand shot up, " Professor, These aren't just any normal rose. Though I don't exactly, but are they a hybrid? Half magical I mean?"
Randi was sure her attempt would be appreciated. Especially since she was a first year .

"AHHH!" Landon jumped and let out a very girl like scream at the sudden booming voice. Merlin the..... lady...*??????* scared him half to DEATH!!!! His hand went up to his hear to feel that it was still beating and that he hadn't died or something as he tried to calm his nerves. Merlin that gave him the heebeejeebeez!

His hand shot up in the air and as he was motioned too he quickly added, "Could it not be me to lose their head? I'm pretty fond of it actually..... and my mum would be very upset."he nodded and took a breath his hand still over his heart. "Could it be a color changing charm based on TEMPATURE!?" merlin he was WAY out of the box with that one but that'd be cool. "I mean... it did only change with a touch of the skin."... it made total logical sense to the 11 year old as he picked up his cup and slurped the tea a bit loudly. Oops.

Hadley Denaker was drinking her water when Myers burst in. She had been standing back there watching everyone group together, just observing that happenings. It wasn't really like her, but then she been doing things like this since she got back, so maybe she was just growing up?

Can a person choke on water? Because she was pretty sure she was choking on water right now. Consequence of holding in the spit take her body wanted to do. You can thank her later kid who seated right in front of her. When the choking had turned into laughter wasn't that clear. Maybe it was a combination of choking and laughing from the start, but Merlin, she was laughing hard.

It took her minutes to pull herself together, but one look at Myers again, and it all came apart. She burst into laughter again. She might have had a black thumb and found the subject of Herbology boring, but boy did Myers make his classes some of the most entertaining and fun at Hogwarts. Eventually, when she was able to, and between chuckles, Hadley managed an answer that was something like, "Because you wanted them to?" but not quite. It was hard to speak and try to keep yourself from bursting into laughter again.

All Fiyero could do was stare as Professor Myers burst into the room, doing a rather over-the-top impression of the Queen of Hearts. That was...interesting. He wondered if all the teachers at Hogwarts made a habit of dressing up a storybook characters. He thought this was Herbology, not Drama!

He thought for a minute. Why did the roses change color?Maybe it was a charm, but somebody already suggested that. What else could it be? His mind went back to the note on the board when he walked in, and his hand shot up as an idea occurred to him. "Professor, the note you left on the board said hydration was important to the lesson," he said. "So maybe the changing colors has something to do with water... maybe the amount the roses get, or a special kind of water?"

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

Azura had barely said hello to Esme when The Professor burst into the classroom wearing.. Oh goodness.. What WAS he wearing? And WHY IN THE FWOOPERS NAME WAS HE YELLING? Painting the roses red? What? Oh!

Azura hadnt even touched the roses! So could she kindly keep her head? She was.. Very attached to it..

Eh hem..

She put a hand to her heart as she took deep breaths as she tried to still the frantic pounding in her chest. Blazing Basiliks that has been scary! Her hands were shaking as she lowered them from her chest and moved them to her tea cup.

She didn't feel much like drinking them though.

Her Raven head tilted slightly as she listened to his question and her hand went into the air. " Because our touch sucked all the moisture out of them? Therefore turning them white?"

Welp.. She had guessed at least. That was what happened when the vampire bunny drank all the juice out of the vegetables in the book her Mom had read to her when she was little..

She shivered a little at her thoughts and turned back to the Professor.

Was he cross dressing?

This was why people sent their children to Beauxbatons, Chloe thought offhandedly. Now she was glad she hadn't drank whatever tea Professor Myers or the Queen of Hearts or whatever else he was going to claim to be made. This was a lot for a morning. Did he know that? Because he was getting unimpressed looks from a thirteen year old.

Why did they turn white? Because he made them do that so he could dress up because he was feeling unfilled in his personal life? She didn't know. Did it look like she knew? Chloe was thirteen. She didn't know why adults did HALF of the things they felt inclined to do.

So, like her mother taught, since she had nothing nice to say she would say nothing at all.

Were Myers not Jaemin's favourite professor (well, in reality he was in a five way tie for first, but he was ever so slightly ahead of the others sometimes because PLANTS), he probably would have immediately stood up and hightailed it out of the classroom as the sudden onset of theatrics. As it were, the small boy sat frozen in his seat, eyes wide and fixed on... whatever Paul Myers was doing. A glass of water was clutched in his hands, still mostly full, and it was a very good thing it was sitting on the table and had not been at his mouth when the professor had come in, or he would have spit it everywhere.

Just everywhere. Water all over the place.

Absently detaching a hand from the glass, Jaemin scratched at his cheek, moving his eyes to the roses and keeping them there. Plants were never awkward.

"The oils and stuff on your skin can affect colours and how plants grow..." the twelve year old mumbled, tilting his head and staring at the one rose that he had accidentally turned white with the tip of his nose. "Magic might make that more... powerful and immediate?"

Maybe. Possibly. Who knew. Just like who knew why Professor Myers was in a dress and a wig.

............

As the professor burst through the door, Nicky lost her concentration and the tea cup that was floating upwards of 10 feet in the air by this point succumbed to gravity and plummeted, shattering into a thousand tiny shards of china. Nicky vanished it quickly, not caring to focus enough to repair it. Not that she could have focused with.. that happening.

What in the name of Merlin pretending to be Morgana was happening right now? Painted Roses? Beheadings? Nicky narrowed her eyes at the spectacle, silently composing a letter to her parents about the travesty of an educational system they'd sent her to. Her thoughts were interrupted when the lunatic she assumed was her professor started to laugh and then posed a question to the class.

"Maybe because you're clearly mental," she muttered under her breath, sliding her feet off the desk and folding her arms on the table to put her head down.

What a disaster.

Internally congratulating himself for his distrust and therefore avoidance of the tea that the Professor had left out, Dalton raised an eyebrow at his entrance, and then raised his water bottle to his lips. Somehow, Hogwarts got weirder ever year, he couldn't help but think, looking around to see how everyone else was taking the entrance, and snickering at the screams and yells let out by some people.

Alice in Wonderland wasn't something that had ever really interested him, but he'd grown up in the Muggle world, and therefore he knew about it. And he knew that in it Alice had tried to trick the Queen of Heart when her Knaves had planted the wrong type of roses. Or something like that. Maybe he was wrong. As for why the plants had changed colour when they were touched...

Well, it was safe to say he had as much clue about that as he did why Professor Myers would want to wear a dress: no clue whatsoever. He snorted slightly as the girl (Nicky) in front of him spoke under her breath and put her head down - he couldn't help but think she had a point.

Cornelius JUMPED at the sound of a BOOMING voice, spilling some tea on his lap. Thank Merlin it hadn't been that hot or else...his poor family jewels. He was the only boy in his family and had to take care of that, mind you.

But who cared about family jewels; there was a FREAKING RED QUEEN IN DA HOUSE! OMM!!!!

He held it in. The fan-boying. He held it in until...Someone will lose his head...

"Off with their head!!" GIGGLE!SNORT. HAHAHAHA. FANBOYING LEVEL AT 100%.

Still laughing into his hand, cheeks red from trying to control his laughter, Cornelius took a long chug of tea, finishing it up in one sip when Professor Red Queen Myers said so. Any man brave enough to wear such a gown earned Cornelius' respect.

At the question his hand shot up faster than lightning. "Oh, oh, oh!" ME ME ME ME. MYERS MEEEEE. "Because they are special roses and the changing colors is like, some sort of mechanism. Like...a defense mechanism and when they don't sense danger they go back to being red but if you touch them they turn white." He just made that up because it sounded cool and Myers did say to make something up, so he made something up.

The Slytherin boy raised his hand again and added, "Great outfit, by the way. 100% awesome." He gave Myers a BIG THUMBS UP and a dimply smile. He was writing his mum about this.

Dear Ma', my Herbology teacher (the one with the poncho) wore a gown today and threatened someone would lose their head. xx Cornelius.

Was this Hogwarts community theater? The sub-par acting made it feel that way and here Maddie thought she'd come to a Herbology lesson. At least that dress was a step up from the ponchos the man was usually sporting. He could have credit for that. Also, not drinking the tea. The brunette didn't quite trust consuming things that she had not witnessed being prepared. She would just pretend to sip every now and then.

"Perhaps something to do with transpiration," She offered after raising her hand.

It was very hard to take this class seriously when the man in charge looked like that but she was trying. For now.

Okay, so Brian had thought that maybe, the Wizarding World had mostly simmered down since he got here. Or at least it had to him. Nothing really surprised him anymore, about the strangeness of the magical community, but this? He did not sign up for a lesson in theatrics. And since he was really no authority on why magical plants did what they did - even if he was very sure roses were mundane - he shrugged. He'd wait for the answer given.

For now, he'd just sit in somewhat uncharacteristic silence. And sip his tea. Because he understood exactly zero of what was going on.

No words... None. Nothing escaped Torrance's mouth. His tongue might go dry if he didn't close it anytime soon. The Twelve Year Old just couldn't muster up the ability to shut his mouth from utter awe at Professor Myers. He even stopped snagging all the Sugar packets and just walked to his seat. Plopped into it and continue to stare at the Professor.

Forgot to mention it, but there was probably very little blinking too. His tear ducts were gonna run as dry as his tongue if he didn't blink....but he couldn't Forget even answering the Question. THAT WAS AWESOME!

Rula had opted for a simple glass of water when she'd entered the greenhouse. She liked tea, of course, but she did prefer it with a bit of sugar, and she was trying not to have too much sugar these days. Water wasn't particularly exciting, but at least there were all those beautiful roses around to keep her attention! Herbology wasn't her favorite subject, but they definitely made her curious about this lesson.

And then-

o_O

Professor Myers burst into the room, yelling and in a bright red costume and who had painted what and people were going to lose their heads?????

Rula just blinked a couple times, not sure how to feel about this kind of lesson introduction. On the one hand, O+ for the performance effort. On the other hand????

But anyway...time to start the lesson, right? She should answer this question? Yeah, she could do that, even though it might not technically be the correct answer. She managed a polite smile and raised her hand. "Maybe they turned white because they wanted to be part of your act."

Maybe they were magic flowers that liked to be used in dramatic performances and changed on their own. That would be pretty cool, actually. Rula would totally get a ton of those for herself if they existed.

What was going on. Dante expected this in Professor Airey's class. But not really in Paul's class. Maybe he should just lower his expectations and expect something this crazy in every class. Which was not smething he really wanted to do. Dante just stared and stared and stared at the man until he stopped with the everything and told them a question. Well not really stopped but was serious for a brief moment.

Probably had something to do with skin contact.

Though he did not really want to enable him by actually answering.

So he was going to continue to stare.

Matt actually thought all of the roses were REALLY FUN when he went in, especially after he realised they turned white when people touched them.

But when professor Myers burst in, the second year's only reaction was to STARE. He watched the man's full performance without moving a muscle because what the HECK was THAT??? Matt was used to his cousin's mental performances and stuff, but those usually made sense - in his opinion - but he ad NO CLUE what the professor was going for with THAT.

WEEEEEEEEIRD.

So he stared. And continued to stare in shock. What did that MEAN? MATT DIDN'T UNDERSTAND THAT AT ALL. Was the professor mental? No one was painting the roses red, they were turning WHITE! "Whaaaaa???"

What was HAPPENING?

Oh, and he'd have tea, yas. Tea was good.