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Heath was soooo confused now! Not by the instructions to close, tape, and label their bottles; that was pretty straightforward. The confusing part was the homework project. He got the parts about observation and keeping a diary, but exactly what kind of information was he supposed to write in it? Not to mention he still had questions about how compost machines worked and how/if the order of the component layers affected the result. Had he zoned out in the middle of the instructions? That must be what happened. Rainwater might be loud and unpredictable, but Heath doubted the man would neglect to include such important information. He picked up his quill, scribbling down the instructions before he could forget anything else. He also added a note to check the library for more information on compost machines; otherwise he’d never remember to do so!
Wait, wasn’t there something else he was supposed to do? Right, finishing the bottle. He carefully closed his bottle and ran a length of tape around the hinge area. When he was done with that, he picked up his quill again to write his name, year, and house in his usual dramatic handwriting. So was he supposed to take the bottle with him or-? He looked around; looks like everybody was leaving theirs, so he’d do the same. Leaving the bottle behind, he picked up his bag and turned to leave.
Normally Heath would stalk out of a herbology lesson without so much as a word to the professor, but something about this class (he could no longer recall what) had him feeling a bit sorry for him. “Bye, Professor,” he said, casting a slightly sympathetic look back at the man as he left.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |