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Daemon · 10-27-2015, 10:48 PM

Text Cut: dat Reagan gal

His eyes were watering from yawning so much, this was ridiculous. Perhaps he should have grabbed something to drink before coming out here to do Herbology, of all subjects. DADA was like highly concentrated adrenaline rush while, well, the plant life just wasn't as exciting.

"That, and everything else. I miss sleeping," he nodded, then remembered that other than just sticking his fingers in dirt he also had to actually do his homework and figure out what was in the compost. Well. Peering down, Benzi went for the animalistic approach; he sniffed. Then he immediately backed away and blinked away more tears, this time caused by something downright AWFUL. And now he couldn't stop smelling it.

Ugh. Ew. Professor Myers honestly. Grabbing his quill, he fumbled about with the card with his left hand before messily scribbling down "MANURE. POSSIBLY HIPPOGRIFF".

What was next? What were those crumbly things?

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Daemon Antipodean Opaleye Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: making playlists Posts: 9,746 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maggie Woods Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Levi Jourdan Slytherin Sixth Year x4 x2	Herbology HW #1, post 2 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main(): Text Cut: dat Reagan gal Quote: Originally Posted by Govoni Reagan was just meticulously drawing out her name onto the card when a very exhausted-looking Benzi Rider popped up. Aww, the cutie. Reagan offered him a warm, brilliant smile and went about continuing the task at hand. She could talk and work. Multitasking. Ravenclaws were very good at this, yes. Not that she didn't think all houses were created equal. She did, okay? "You look like you've been attacked by NEWT fever." Smiling to herself, she dug right into the crate, shoveling the contents around in her search. The smell, of course, told her a lot. As well as the color. It wasn't wholly unpleasant, as she had long since gotten used to the funk that was dung and compost. The mark of anyone with a green thumb, Rea presumed. Hmm. Hmmm. Hmmmmm. There was something very...TEA-like about this mixure. And for anyone that knew the Ravenclaw, tea was NOT something she wouldn't notice. Reagan's quill was already scratching at her card; a small crease having formed between her eyebrows. His eyes were watering from yawning so much, this was ridiculous. Perhaps he should have grabbed something to drink before coming out here to do Herbology, of all subjects. DADA was like highly concentrated adrenaline rush while, well, the plant life just wasn't as exciting. "That, and everything else. I miss sleeping," he nodded, then remembered that other than just sticking his fingers in dirt he also had to actually do his homework and figure out what was in the compost. Well. Peering down, Benzi went for the animalistic approach; he sniffed. Then he immediately backed away and blinked away more tears, this time caused by something downright AWFUL. And now he couldn't stop smelling it. Ugh. Ew. Professor Myers honestly. Grabbing his quill, he fumbled about with the card with his left hand before messily scribbling down "MANURE. POSSIBLY HIPPOGRIFF". What was next? What were those crumbly things? __________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________ but I don't have to write them in ink_____ _____________I could still change the end