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Text Cut: Penelope! Quote:
Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl  He was glad she agreed? Did he think she'd disagree? She shrugged. "Well, it's what the professor said." So there wasn't really a point in arguing and trying to change who did what, yeah? Plus neither task was harder than the other so it wasn't unfair or anything.
He got a nod as well and then Penelope continued carefully sprinkling the dragon dung around the plant and making sure she didn't step in it or on the places Grayson was pouring the water.
How long? Hmm...good question, she had no idea. Or, well, SOME idea but nothing specific. Should she know this? Probably. Would this come up on her NEWTs?? Oh Merlin.
"Um...I guess enough that the dirt around it is wet but not TOO wet. We don't want to over-water it or drown it or anything." Surely it wouldn't get that extreme since he didn't appear to be overdoing it with the water, but just in case. Bentley would not be pleased if that happened.
And since he'd asked a question, she figured she could ask hers as well. "How much d'you think a light sprinkling is?" She'd sprinkled down a decent amount already, but was that enough? Should she add more? She couldn't decide.
This one was weird, in a sense. He couldn't tell if she was being sassy or just plain obvious. Maybe both. MAYBE. Keep it cool, Grayson, keep it cool. "Just didn't want an argument, 'tis all," he said, shrugging his shoulders. Was that keeping it cool?
Whatever.
The fourteen year old continued to water the plant, making sure that the soft trickle fell on the fertiliser afterwards. Oh look. Older Penelope was smart. "Uh huh. I guess you're right," he said, before casting a furtive glance over at Bentley, "She doesn't look like she'd be pleased if we killed a plant." The idea of killing a flesh-eating plant sounded epic but, on the flip side, that meant more namby pamby plants in the world.
No. Just no.
A light sprinkling? Er, shoot. Did he know? No. He wasn't a Herbology expert. All the knew was that these flesh eating plants were great. "Er," Merlin, she was going to think he was DUMB. Grayson cast his eyes over towards the amount of dung she had sprinkled onto the plant, "No idea but I think that much should be fine. Isn't there such a thing as too much fertiliser?" Something about polluting water or whatever. "Yeah, I think that should be good enough for the plant to grow big and dangerous." Could she tell that he was happy about that?
Text Cut: Bentley!
[QUOTE=Hera;11613732]But alas. Time was of the essence! So it was high time they all rallied and moved on.
"Gather yourselves! We're moving on!" Seren called out, indicating for them to drop what they were doing and to follow. The buckets and containers would be dealt with later. "Come come come! Keep up Petals!" she continued as she turned and motioned for them to follow.
The larger bushes and the trees in the greenhouse were still sedated as they passed by, though a few wiggled or groaned in their direction.
They came to a stop just short of a group of trees, near the back exit of the greenhouse, where a snargaluff guarded the door. Of course, this wasn't the specimen they would be examining today. No. Not today. Today, they would be looking at a fir tree, only it was barely a tree at just over a foot in height.
"Flesh eaters are amazing flora, and this specimen is no different... in fact, some of you may be fairly familiar with it already," she started her introduction, "it's a Flesh-Eating Fir... and what's remarkable about this tree, is the type of flesh it chooses to feed on. Can anyone hazard a guess as to what that might be?" Or was it less common and popular than she thought? Time would tell.
Just in time, too, because Bentley was speaking again. Casting a small "Finite!" to stop the flow of water, the Slytherin gave the Gryffindor two thumbs up before turning his attention to the Professor. Er, did she just call them PETALS?! What?! Was this normal? Couldn't she call them something a bit more, er, EPIC?
Stowing his wand away, Grayson followed the Professor and the group over towards........ a group of trees. Flesh Eating Fir? And they ate something along the lines of flesh, but there was something remarkable about these. Those were his only clues. Er. Okay, he was going to guess, then. The hand went up in the air and he said, "They don't eat insects, I bet. Do they only eat mammals?"
And wasn't eating other trees cannibalism? Was this tree cannibalistic?
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