Text Cut: Z's lovely poetry!
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Originally Posted by
Felixir 
Tobias' favourite greenhouse, by an absolute landslide, was Greenhouse Three.
It was just so pretty in here, what with all the flowery plants, particularly things like the puffapods, you know? It was a really shallow reason to like the greenhouse, but it wasn't like he could stop it from being his favourite, right? Right.
Greenhouse Eight sounded amazing, and Tobias was definitely going to ask to have a look inside there with Professor Bentley, maybe next year once he'd given himself a lot more practice in the greenhouses.
Today, though, it was to Greenhouse Three to care for the beautiful plants and give them all the love and nurturing they would need. Tobias decided that he was going to focus on the Flutterby bushes, but still like... totally spread the love all around.
Once his outer cloak and school bag were hung up and safely out of the way, Tobias wrenched his dragon-hide gloves out from where he'd packed them tightly into his school bag between all his books. He made sure his wand was free of his wrist holster before pulling the gloves on, picking up his wand again and strolling down the greenhouse. Just, you know, checking on the plants.
Once he'd done one sort of circuit of the greenhouses, Tobias returned to the start of one row and aimed his wand at the wiggenbushes before him.
"Aguamentispritz," he cast, before making his way down the row again, inching slower this time as he continued to aim his wand at the shrubs, making sure they all got water, particularly down at the roots, but being careful not to drench them. If he drenched them, they might get sick and DIE, and knowingly doing that wasn't a very going way of caring for the plants with LOVE, right? Right.
"Aguamentispritz." Strollstroll.
Alright! Cutty appeared inside Greenhouse Three looking eager for some Dragon dung handling action. That was sort of the point behind Herbology, right? Handling Dragon poo, the insects, and the chance that you might get to witness one of the more aggressive plants do what it does best.
He started down the little pathway inside the greenhouse stopping to look at the variety of plants. Professor Bentley must have had an inordinately large amount of time on her hands to have kept them all...or not! He suddenly realized that it wasn't the Professor herself, but the paid-in-points labour of the student body. Though, despite this more cynical view, he seemed to not feel exploited, but rather had a fondness for the system.
The pathway eventually led to a shed, which Cutty figured might have some of that dragon dung stored away in it. The last few feet were ran and he flung open the door to find that the Skintstitution had struck again! Nothing. Not even so much as a hand shovel. What an utter disappointment.
Cutty was scowling he he ran across the only other student in the greenhouses. "
Eh-yew!" He had forgotten the boys name from classes they had together, but he was sure he'd seen his face before. "
Do you know where I could find some dung?" Which was a quite horrible way to ask for help in feeding the plants.