06-04-2013, 04:31 AM
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| Puffskein
Join Date: Aug 2012 Location: Michigan, USA
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Eliza Neladara Dawnsel Fifth Year | Fanged Geraniums - Post 3 And back to the undesirable part. She grimaced again at the collection of dung and sucked in a quick breath of air. At least it’s only a sprinkle again, she thought and reached her dragon hide gloves out for a pinch of it. It was really more like a squish of it though, since a pinch more made her think of something that stayed put in your fingers like salt or cloth or something. This dung though crumbled, smooshed, and drooped from her fingertips every time she tried to pick it up, so she hung her hand over the pot for a few long moments, still holding her breath, until the excess had escaped her grasp. When it finally had, she let it loose over the seedling’s contained and simultaneously released her breath.
She gingerly removed her gloves, careful not to touch any of the dirty spots, and sat them on the table. She pulled out her wand and cleaned the gloves for good measure. If she had to grab another plant, she didn’t want it to be with fertilizer fingers. "Scourgify,” she cast quietly and then turned her wand on the seedling. "Aguamenti,” she commanded and watched the water flow out onto the soil and dung. "Finite." Now hopefully the next plant would grow into something lovely and beautiful and not something dangerous.
Hearing that they were going to be potting the next plant now, Eliza sat her geranium out of the way and pulled a fresh blue pot close to her.
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