So they were doin’ a maze eh? Cy loved stuff like this, so his young brown eyes lit up with a certain jubilation. Maze… gillyweed… pond… finish. Ohhh he was SO winning this. One problem though, he still really couldn’t identify Gillyweed.
AH, and that is where an idea hit him.
The first year ran over to his spot where he was sitting; he again eyed that Willow picture and laughed. He proceeded to rip out a picture of gillyweed from his Herbology textbook. Cy proceeded to fold it up and pocket it. He then ran over to the entrance to the next greenhouse, saluted the Professor, and made his way on into the labyrinth.
A fierce face now was plastered across the Aussie’s face, it was time to DO WORK. He made his way into the darkish maze, bushes, hedges, weeds, branches… EVERY WHICH WAY. He whipped out that nifty picture of the gillyweed. The place was actually really cool, who knew plants could take all these shapes and forms. Luckily, the small first year was short enough to evade all of the higher branches without ducker (he’d SWORN a few of them had taken a swing at him though… ever since then he’d had his wand out).
The fact that he wand was out was probably NOT a good thing. Cy was awful with charms, so anything he’d try to use would most likely blow up in his face.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.
The first year was suddenly on the ground for an unknown reason. After hitting the ground floor, he sat bolt upright, looking for the cause of such a disturbance. “Trip me again mate, and I’ll BLOW yeh’ head off!” He said, to absolutely no one in particular. Cy walked another two feet before something grabbed at his foot again and he stumbled. Pointing his wand at the culprit (it was a crazy vine) he screamed “DIEEEEEEEEEE!!!”. However, no spell came from his wand and the vine retreated back into the shrubbery.
Seemingly hours passed (not really), and Cy managed to reach 5 dead ends and ended up on his bum on three more occasions. He was covered in dirt and he looked like a kid that was raised in the jungle.
THEN HE SAW IT!! IN THE LOW SHRUBBERY! He whipped that picture out of his pocket and stared it down. Yes, yes, this was gillyweed. So all he had to do was bend down, tear it off the bush thing, store it for later use, and bobs your uncle. Cy cracked his knuckles inside his dragon hide gloves and reached down to grab it off. After one big THRUST he tore the thing off and tumbled backwards at the force. “AVAST YE!!!!!” He yelled out, hopping to his feet. “Thought you could hide could you, you nasty little dingbat. Cyrus the great has you know. YOU-ARE-DOOMED!” He informed the gillyweed such, and nodded promptly.
ALAS, he had detained it. The first year knew good and well though that this tiny amount wouldn’t be sufficient enough to swim across a decent sized pond. He stored it in his pack for later use, and set off to find some more.
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Last edited by ZDARDSKY; 07-07-2009 at 06:27 AM.
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