 Herbology hw 1 post 2 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah hummed as she walked across the grounds in search of the most perfectest place to plant her ickle toadstool. She was sure she had named it at some point, but apparently a side-effect of naming everything under the sun was that she forgot all the names. It wasn't fair, okay? She wanted to remember ALLL of them 'cause what if one thing thought it was less important than another because she had remembered one of their names and forgotten the other? That'd be sad sad sad and she didn't want ANYTHING to be sad. Except for spiders. They were allowed to be sad sometimes, but only because they were mean and scary.
The third year spotted the perfect place near that big tree, but she couldn't let it get trampled, DUH. So, Norah walked until she was about ten meters from the lake before getting to her knees and poking the ground. Hello? Why was it so hard? Poke poke. Pooooke. She used her fingernails to scratch off the solid surface, grinning because dirt was FUN as she dug a little hole with her hands. Ta da! And her mum wasn't even here to scold her dirtiness. The thirteen year old took her ickle toadstool from the pot and placed it in the whole, patting soil down around it 'till it was all snug. Heh. Look at how cuuute!
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