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He hated doing anything out of obligation and even more so out of guilt. Herbology just so happened to be the subject that hit both those notes and caused him to shoulder the heaviest of both sentiments. Perhaps these heavy emotional burdens were why Hercules was in his pocket today. Perhaps it was because the little mechanical cockroach had managed to break off one of its legs and Atlas was keeping him in his pocket for safe keeping until he had a moment to repair the little fellow. At least Hercules was in good company with the metallic matchsticks that never left the Gryffindor's pockets.
Mostly though...Atlas felt responsible for leaving the Greenhouses in decent shape and seeing the subject through NEWTs despite knowing for essentially absolute certain that his future would not involve the subject much beyond keeping house plants alive. In honor of Aunt June...and the fact that it had been he who had first made the call to fight the Pharaoh's Triumphant with fire and then one of the first to set these very same greenhouses ablaze. He would publicly claim to have just been an opportunity. The opportunity to utilize spells he was actually confident in AND blow something up for the greater good safety of others ticked off a lot of boxes. Privately...he wallowed and lamented even though Aunt June had long since forgiven him.
His baseball cap on and backwards as per usual and for reasons, the seventh year made his way down and over and decided to do the professor a solid by actually saying hello for once. "Hey there, professor," he nodded while making note of what HE felt was questionable penmanship while towering over the little first year from his own house who had also offered to help. But, well, experience spoke louder, no? "I ... er ... I've worked inventory in Wiseacre's for two summers now...if...you'd like a hand with that. "
Thank Merlin today would be more manual labor. His spellwork was still...well...questionable. Almost like his wand needed to be used by a wizard who had better clarity of themselves and honest where this seventeen year old fell short.
Go. Figure.
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Mitsuki neither liked nor disliked Herbology but she did like Professor DeVries and was curious to observe Professor Khanna. So she was here and with her clunky third eye pinecone pendants (of which she wore five) around her neck. She had been wearing them ever since the train and had grown quite fond of the clinks and clanks they made as she glided and strolled about the castle, particularly when they echoed through empty corridors. There were no echoes outside, regrettably.
Also regrettable were the enthusiastic (for a Mitsuki) steps she had thus began to take towards Luca, for as soon as she allowed herself to slip a bit more...none other than her sister came bouncing in and the Ravenclaw recoiled back into the shadow of a nearby shrub and sidestepped over to the array of potted plants covered in muslin.
She reached her hands into her pocket for two pinches of salt and flicked them at the display before licking her fingers clean.
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