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Angie · 01-20-2010, 06:36 AM

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Originally Posted by Seeker_Seven

Freeman glanced disapprovingly at the boy next to him. The older boy was virtually swimming among a sea of red blossoms, all fragrant and now wafting his way. The entire place was filled with color and light and perfume . . . HOW SILLY. All this just to multiply and populate the earth? Seriously. He just couldn't relate to the butterfly. He personally avoided strong smells.

But, a task was a task. Freeman held out his wand stiffly. "Orchideous!," he ordered.

A dark orange bud formed, dangling limply to one side of the desk. It was mottled with brown and oozing something white. Freeman drew closer for inspection, only to jerk back. It stank like fish! Old, rotting fish, an orange salmon slowly decomposing at the bottom of a stagnant pond. . . what kind of butterfly was going to be attracted to this?

Amazingly, none. However, a giant black beetle whizzed through the air and landed on the wilted stem. It began to chew thoughtfully on the white sap. Freeman chuckled in satisfaction.

....

Catching the whiff of something horribly dreadful, the fifth year screwed up his face in an expression that was full of both disgust and wonder. What on EARTH was that? Fixing his gaze on the midget next to him (hypocrite, Ian was, since he was roughly 5'5"), the fifth year stared at his ... thing flower stuff.

"What DID you do? Summon the Quidditch team's socks or somethin'?" Haha. This was a funny thought. Ian wondered how did the Lunatic Ravenclaw had for Quidditch captain -and the rest of the team, too, for that matter- managed to live what THAT smell.

And his mum thought he was filthy.

Distractedly, Ian continued to produce flowers. The same red nightmares he'd came up with before. Well, crap.

01-20-2010, 06:36 AM	#339 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by Seeker_Seven Freeman glanced disapprovingly at the boy next to him. The older boy was virtually swimming among a sea of red blossoms, all fragrant and now wafting his way. The entire place was filled with color and light and perfume . . . HOW SILLY. All this just to multiply and populate the earth? Seriously. He just couldn't relate to the butterfly. He personally avoided strong smells. But, a task was a task. Freeman held out his wand stiffly. "Orchideous!," he ordered. A dark orange bud formed, dangling limply to one side of the desk. It was mottled with brown and oozing something white. Freeman drew closer for inspection, only to jerk back. It stank like fish! Old, rotting fish, an orange salmon slowly decomposing at the bottom of a stagnant pond. . . what kind of butterfly was going to be attracted to this? Amazingly, none. However, a giant black beetle whizzed through the air and landed on the wilted stem. It began to chew thoughtfully on the white sap. Freeman chuckled in satisfaction. .... Catching the whiff of something horribly dreadful, the fifth year screwed up his face in an expression that was full of both disgust and wonder. What on EARTH was that? Fixing his gaze on the midget next to him (hypocrite, Ian was, since he was roughly 5'5"), the fifth year stared at his ... thing flower stuff. "What DID you do? Summon the Quidditch team's socks or somethin'?" Haha. This was a funny thought. Ian wondered how did the Lunatic Ravenclaw had for Quidditch captain -and the rest of the team, too, for that matter- managed to live what THAT smell. And his mum thought he was filthy. Distractedly, Ian continued to produce flowers. The same red nightmares he'd came up with before. Well, crap. __________________