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SlytherinSistah 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.
If there was one thing Tobias was bad at, it was focusing on only one thing for any length of time. He supposed that that meant he was GOOD at being distracted, but really Herbology was something that required one's full attention. He was learning to give it his full focus, but... yeah... he hadn't managed it yet.
So when someone else entered, the Hufflepuff couldn't help but look away from the plants to try and see who it was, thereby losing focus on the magic. He couldn't see anyone, so Tobias looked back to the plants again.
"Aguamentispritz!" he said again, restarting the spell so he could finish the row of bushes. There weren't many left, so Tobias was finished quickly. He started back to the other end again, looking out for any shrubs that might need a bit of pruning. There was one bush right at the end which definitely looked like it could do with some of the love that Professor Bentley had mentioned.
"Hi," Tobias spoke very quietly to the bush, moving down to his knees and ignoring the water from the floor seeping through his school trousers.
"I'm just going to trim away some of th-"
A voice. With words. Words directed at him.
Tobias looked up from the wiggenbush he was knelt before and to the face of another young student. He promptly gave the boy a big friendly smile.
"Hello!" he said brightly, as though this was how he was usually greeted (it wasn't). Ah. Dung.
"We still don't have any, I think. Kind of have to make do I'm afraid. But you can still do loads without it!"
LOADS and loads. Like talk to the plants.