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HaRoHeGiNeLu · Yesterday, 03:11 PM

Text Cut: omg i'm so nervous lmao

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

The crisp, damp air of the Hogwarts grounds had a way of stirring Nyle’s senses, urging him to explore deeper into the forested areas near the edge of the castle while not actually venturing much into them at all - the Forbidden Forest had this eerie draft about it, you see. His fingers, nimble from of handling delicate plants while helping mum in the backyard gardens, had brushed through the undergrowth as he foraged, pausing now and then to examine an interesting leaf, a curious root, or a cluster of mushrooms. His pouch, already brimming with newly discovered specimens, had grown heavier, but he hadn't minded. As the shadows of the afternoon stretched long across the grounds, Nyle made his way toward the greenhouses, the familiar sight of glass panes and curling ivy offering a sense of comfort and reinvigorating his tired knees and palms. Inside Greenhouse 6, the air was thick with the mingling scents of damp soil, moss, and the delicate perfumes of blooming flowers - though he mostly smelled the dirt under his nails, smeared across his palms, and clinging to the knees of his trousers. Nyle inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a moment as he allowed the atmosphere to envelop him like a warm blanket or his mum's embrace.

His project for the moment was something close to his heart, a research study on crossbreeding certain types of rare herbs that could have potential medicinal applications through the aroma of their blossoms - aroma therapy, sort of. He had been thinking about it for weeks, months even, but today, after the quiet solitude of his walk, felt like the perfect time to begin and perhaps even better that he waited until this term. Nyle spread his findings across the table, carefully placing each plant specimen in front of him, taking note of the smallest details: the texture of the leaves, the veins in the petals, the faint sparkle of dew caught on the edges. He pulled out a small notepad from his pocket, already filled with observations from earlier in the day, and began to sketch, his pencil moving quickly across the page as he sketched each specimen for reference purposes As he worked, his thoughts wandered, lost in the quiet methodical rhythm of the task. He had always found comfort in plants—how their presence seemed to ease the noise of the world. His connection to them, a bond forged over years of quiet observation and many an hour spent simply lying in the lush grass in the backyard, was something he never took for granted. He didn’t need to speak much to feel understood here, in the presence of these plants. With them, he could simply be.

Unlike Iris - who could seemingly simply be wherever she pleased.

A slight smile tugged at his lips as he reached for one of the new specimens he had foraged—the tiny, almost translucent clusters of flowers he had spotted near the edge of the forest almost invisible thanks to the shadow cast by the castle's towers. Its petals shimmered in the soft light of the greenhouse, and as he gently cradled it between his fingers, a fleeting sensation rippled through him—a momentary whisper, like a memory just beyond reach...as if the plant held a memory it couldn’t quite share. Nyle paused, his brow furrowing in concentration. He wasn’t entirely sure what the sensation meant as he returned the flower to his workbench with the rest of his findings. “You are quuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite a long way from home, aren’t you?” Nyle mused softly to the flower, his voice laced with quiet wonder. His warm cerulean eyes flicked between the delicate, almost crystal-like petals and the pages of his well-worn reference book.

It wasn't quite like Valerie to wander on her own. She preferred doing things in the company of her friends. But the truth was, she didn't really have friends here yet. So, on her own she wandered, even though her shoes were getting dreadfully dirty in this weather and her bangs were sticking to her forehead.

Something that intrigued her was the fact that there were plants that were magical! Who knew?! She'd never come across a magical plant on her own, in the London parks, or in the countryside on holidays. And she sure loved flowers!

Therefore, her curiosity brought her here. On her own. To the greenhouses. She chose greenhouse six to explore first at random.

"Oh!" she exclaimed seeing that the greenhouse was...fairly lacking in plants but also occupied by a stranger. "Er...sorry!" But the flower he had caught her eye, stopping her from leaving him in peace. "Err..." she blinked.

Yesterday, 03:11 PM	#3 (permalink)
HaRoHeGiNeLu Bicorn Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: EST Posts: 16,574 Hogwarts RPG Name: Valerie Warren First Year x8	Satisfied Neon Text Cut: omg i'm so nervous lmao Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie The crisp, damp air of the Hogwarts grounds had a way of stirring Nyle’s senses, urging him to explore deeper into the forested areas near the edge of the castle while not actually venturing much into them at all - the Forbidden Forest had this eerie draft about it, you see. His fingers, nimble from of handling delicate plants while helping mum in the backyard gardens, had brushed through the undergrowth as he foraged, pausing now and then to examine an interesting leaf, a curious root, or a cluster of mushrooms. His pouch, already brimming with newly discovered specimens, had grown heavier, but he hadn't minded. As the shadows of the afternoon stretched long across the grounds, Nyle made his way toward the greenhouses, the familiar sight of glass panes and curling ivy offering a sense of comfort and reinvigorating his tired knees and palms. Inside Greenhouse 6, the air was thick with the mingling scents of damp soil, moss, and the delicate perfumes of blooming flowers - though he mostly smelled the dirt under his nails, smeared across his palms, and clinging to the knees of his trousers. Nyle inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a moment as he allowed the atmosphere to envelop him like a warm blanket or his mum's embrace. His project for the moment was something close to his heart, a research study on crossbreeding certain types of rare herbs that could have potential medicinal applications through the aroma of their blossoms - aroma therapy, sort of. He had been thinking about it for weeks, months even, but today, after the quiet solitude of his walk, felt like the perfect time to begin and perhaps even better that he waited until this term. Nyle spread his findings across the table, carefully placing each plant specimen in front of him, taking note of the smallest details: the texture of the leaves, the veins in the petals, the faint sparkle of dew caught on the edges. He pulled out a small notepad from his pocket, already filled with observations from earlier in the day, and began to sketch, his pencil moving quickly across the page as he sketched each specimen for reference purposes As he worked, his thoughts wandered, lost in the quiet methodical rhythm of the task. He had always found comfort in plants—how their presence seemed to ease the noise of the world. His connection to them, a bond forged over years of quiet observation and many an hour spent simply lying in the lush grass in the backyard, was something he never took for granted. He didn’t need to speak much to feel understood here, in the presence of these plants. With them, he could simply be. Unlike Iris - who could seemingly simply be wherever she pleased. A slight smile tugged at his lips as he reached for one of the new specimens he had foraged—the tiny, almost translucent clusters of flowers he had spotted near the edge of the forest almost invisible thanks to the shadow cast by the castle's towers. Its petals shimmered in the soft light of the greenhouse, and as he gently cradled it between his fingers, a fleeting sensation rippled through him—a momentary whisper, like a memory just beyond reach...as if the plant held a memory it couldn’t quite share. Nyle paused, his brow furrowing in concentration. He wasn’t entirely sure what the sensation meant as he returned the flower to his workbench with the rest of his findings. “You are quuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite a long way from home, aren’t you?” Nyle mused softly to the flower, his voice laced with quiet wonder. His warm cerulean eyes flicked between the delicate, almost crystal-like petals and the pages of his well-worn reference book. It wasn't quite like Valerie to wander on her own. She preferred doing things in the company of her friends. But the truth was, she didn't really have friends here yet. So, on her own she wandered, even though her shoes were getting dreadfully dirty in this weather and her bangs were sticking to her forehead. Something that intrigued her was the fact that there were plants that were magical! Who knew?! She'd never come across a magical plant on her own, in the London parks, or in the countryside on holidays. And she sure loved flowers! Therefore, her curiosity brought her here. On her own. To the greenhouses. She chose greenhouse six to explore first at random. "Oh!" she exclaimed seeing that the greenhouse was...fairly lacking in plants but also occupied by a stranger. "Er...sorry!" But the flower he had caught her eye, stopping her from leaving him in peace. "Err..." she blinked. __________________ a *practical* person, who *may be considered a perfectionist, perhaps you like being organised* or *paying close attention to detail*, you are...