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SPOILER!!: Professor Myers & Matt! Quote:
Originally Posted by kayquilz  Sprinkle a good bit of soil into the pot, check.
Gently dig the rosebush out...AFTER having cast aguamenti? Check.
Paul hummed to himself as he worked, eyeing the students around him to make sure no one was catching fire, or trying to sneak the roses out of the greenhouse...absolutely not, kiddos! It seemed that just when he thought he’d make it through the lesson without ANYONE catching fire at all, a Gryffindor happened.
Of course.
He didn’t even have a chance to continue his conversation with Paige Skeeter, no, because the badger had sent a, well, perhaps TOO well placed aguamenti on the boy. He covered his mouth to keep from laughing. “Wow, Miss Skeeter...that was...enthusiastic! An enthusiastic hero, eh?” he smirked, but soon enough his eyes caught sight of ANOTHER FIRE EMERGENCY?! Paul was about to help her out when Kitty seemed to get it under control… ’Be careful Miss Valentine..” THEY WERE DEALING WITH FIRE.
Abandoning his pot before finishing the potting process, he merely nodded at Paige. “Finish that up for me,” he whispered before moving to the front of the room to proceed with the lesson! ONWARD! “Now, once everyone is finished up with their fire roses...leave your pots where they are and move your bodies AND your attention over to the black flowers--the FLOO FLOWERS--” he wiggled his fingers ominously, as if this were the REAL treat of the lesson [s]which, come on, it was![/I] “There are a few things I want to go over about them before we actually get started with what we’ll be doing with THEM.”
Ahem.
Meaning, take notes! “Now, Floo Flowers have been around...for a good long time. A witch named Ignatia Wildsmith, however, is the reason we have floo powder! It’s rumored that she had been toying with the idea of both of these flowers--” he gestured at the floo flowers and then at the fire roses. “But for whatever reason, she picked floo flowers. And that is why we call it floo powder!” he explained. “Now, the flowers only begin to smoulder in the summer time...and as the season goes on...they slowly crumble into ash,” he sighed a bit. It was...a beautiful image. “If any of you ever get the chance to witness it, I highly recommend it. It’s...beautiful,” he said gently.
“ They ARE hot to the touch! And we get floo powder from their petals...by grinding their petals up. NOT from the ash they produce. As you can see,” and Paul bent down DRAMATICALLY to SWEEEEEEP up the ashy soil from which the floo flowers seemed to spring out of, “The soil floo flowers rest in start to develop a very ashy quality from housing these guys. Floo flowers ARE also a cousin of the fire roses, as I explained before! "
He let the soil drop from his hand back onto the ground. “Now, I thought it’d be...interesting if we procured from these floo flowers the petal dust needed to make floo powder...and I would simply send them away to the Ministry, to the Transportation department...where all the rigamarole involved with making floo powder can happen. But...then each of you gets a small jar of the finished product from the petal dust you yourself produced!” He smiled. “SOOO...since the flowers are hot to the touch, if you could put your gloves on…” he put his back on. “And...go right in, pluck the petals GENTLY from the flowers. Five petals...from five different flowers, please, if you can manage it. There should be enough flowers for all of you do that with!” He took a deep breath. “Once you have your five petals, grab one of the mortar and pestles from the front...and grind up your petals to a find dust. Once THAT is done…” Paul whipped a little plastic baggy from atop the table that was in front of the blackboard. “GRAB THIS and put the dust in here. Label it. Place it back on the table here…”
He grinned.
Once that was done...they could do the COOL THING he wanted to do.
OOC: SORRY I'm taking so long guys! Busy Uni week for me, unexpectedly O_o Anyways! I'm giving this about 24 hours, all right? Whee! Easy enough, <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Hey Ju The fire didn't even have time to reach his SCALP when all of a sudden a jet of COLD water hit Matt in the face.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGHHH!!!" He dropped all the flowers he was holding as he fell backwards. More flailage happened as the water CONTINUED and MERLIN, THE FIRE WAS OUT ALREADY.
Somebody tell the crazy Hufflepuff.
When the jet finally stopped, the Gryffindor stayed on the floor for a bit longer for dramatics. And also because that jet had been crazy strong. Sheesh.
Matt heard professor Myers call the Hufflepuff an enthusiastic hero. Oh, she was enthusiastic, alright. Still lying down, the third year lifted his head to have a look what was going on. A girl was yelling because her flowers had caught back on fire. Matt looked at the flowers he had been working with and they seemed DEAD. He didn't know any better, though, so, stiilll lying down - he was going to milk it, okay - he picked his roses back up and stared at them. "Are they dead? They look dead. I feel dead too." And he dropped his head back down.
That was quite comfy, actually. And wet. Very wet.
...
OH, FLOO POWDER FLOWERS, Matt wanted to make his own Floo Powder, MAN. So he before anyone could approach him or anything, he LEAPED up and rushed to where those flowers were, not bothering to dry his hair, face or clothes. It was quite refreshing, actually, to be soaking wet in that hot place.
Awesome! Where to START? Matt looked around to see what his classmates were doing because he hadn't paid attention to what the professor had said after he mentioned Floo Powder.
Hearing Hadleigh 's praise - thank you, by the way - but still a bit to wide eyed and deaf from her heart pounding in her ears thanks the image of one of her classmates being on fire to properly react. Something she would feel bad about later, no doubt, not even uttering a soft 'thank you' in reply. The Hufflepuff's words may not have been heard over the roar of the Gryffindor anyway.
Squeaking when she saw the flames extinguish but water not ceasing - hello there Paige, you needed to do something about that - she gave her wand another flick to cast Finite and stop the steady jet of water from all but drowning her classmate. "OHMYGOSHAREYOUALRIGHT?!" she asked after rushing over to the younger student's side. Between the fire and the water and everything? She WAS in training for healing and...on thank Merlin it looked as though the flames had not yet licked his scalp. Just his hair...and...oh...um...well...there were potions to deal with hair growth...and really that bald spot wasn't all THAT noticeable...
...was it?um.................
"NO!" she assured him with some rapid shaking of her head. "Aguamenti won't hurt them...and you are very much alive as well."
And then there was some profuse blushing happening thanks to Professor Myers calling her an enthusiastic hero...which was hardly synonymous with the words she would have chosen in that moment to describe herself. "I...um..." Cue the flustered big blue eyed Hufflepuff look. She was still registering a few thoughts and steadying her heart when her Head of House made a request of her. "Oh, sure thing, professor," she nodded, overJOYED at the distracting that finishing up the planting process provided - even if it meant she was somewhat missing the next set of instructions by the Herbology professor.
Bringing her own finished pot with her, Paige used her hands once again to scoop the plant out of the ground. Working much more quickly this time because Professor Myers had opted to use Aguamenti, although something she was comfortable with now that she had gone through the replanting process once with her own plant, the seventh year place the fire rose into Professor Myers' chosen pot and began scooping up soil with her bare hands and gently patting it down. She could feel the glow on her cheeks returning to the roses, the gentle heat warming her cheeks like smirk of a certain WADA student so often did, and Paige readied her wand as she quickly finished up. Just in time as well seeing as no sooner had her left hand left the pot the roses came ablaze once again. Calmed down enough to focus, Paige cast gentle Aguamenti's at the soil in both pots to water the roses and then set to casting a Flame-Freezing Charm on the one belonging officially to Professor Myers. "Here you go, professor," she smiled as she brought his pot back over to him and offered it back with a bit of an eager bounce as she really wanted to get her hands on the Floo Flowers next.
Although the instructions to wear gloves was a little...well...not being able to feel the texture of the petals with her fingers was a disappointing.
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