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kayquilz 
Paul was in Greenhouse Two, sorting some different herbs into bins...and also doing some watering. It seemed Herbologists did lots of watering, didn't they? It was among other things, yes, but...hmm.
It was a peaceful day. He was seeing Milton over the weekend. Life would be good for Paul. The air had a sense of tranquility, and Paul was humming to himself. He missed his band...when was the last time they'd practiced? It had been much too long. He was glad he at least had his banjo on his person here at Hogwarts, though.
That was when he heard it.
The screams, from a Greenhouse over, it sounded like? But nothing dangerous was even IN Greenhouse Three...Paul dropped his watering can, clutched his wand, and scurried out of the greenhouse, running past Three and straight to Four--those were where all the dangerous plants resided! But as he burst into Greenhouse Four, he heard..nothing. And the screaming continued--well, he pushed his puzzlement aside and practically FLEW to Greenhouse Three.
He threw the doors open and ran, following the voice. "WHAT'S WRONG?" he called out, and as he spotted Damien Anderson-Belfort caught in his....fleshing eating fir. Well, one of them. Paul....rubbed the bridge of his nose...and walked closer, holding his wand at his side.
"M'boy...." he had to chuckle before giving his wand a flick at the tree, and it let go of its hold on the Gryffindor. "Damien..." he was laughing harder now...as he stepped closer and put a hand on his shoulder. "Oh this is so...this is amusing..."
Oh Damien.
This was it. The end was near, Damien had thought his life would end last year at the legs of a giant hungry spider, and though he hadn't been pleased at the thought, it was at the very least a heroic, and insane death. One even his great grandparents, and their grandparents and great grandparents would have envied and commended him for in the afterlife.
Death by christmas tree on the other hand...
Well, that was nothing but embarrassing. Damien was still wriggling, trying to free himself of the sticky sap trap before the Fir could swallow him up, dissolve him or start chomping away on his flesh and bones, but the Fir was unyielding in the embrace, holding him steadfast. Perhaps, if he wiggled enough he could get enough arm room to move his hand back and grab his wand from his jean pocket and make an escape. It was his only shot; HE HAD TO SURVIVE, HE HAD... well, actually the problem was that he didn't have plans, but that didn't matter, Damien was just too young and too willful to die.
With his renewed energy and vigor, Damien just managed to free his arm, but at almost the same time who should come running in but Professor Myers! Damien had never been so pleased to see the old hippie. "Professor!!" He called out with relief, except that he was taking his damn time walking up, and even seemed... amused?
Amused??
This was no laughing matter, he was very nearly close to death and Myers was
laughing away like he'd just heard some excellent joke. Damien cringed as the older man flicked his wand, expecting the tree to react to the attack but it simply gently released him.
"What the hell, Professor!?" Damien asked, as Myers went on chuckling away, not at all explaining what was so funny to the young man who was covered in sap and flushed red with exertion and embarrassment.