Indoor Garden

[kayquilz]

credit: hermionesclone

Located on the far wall of the common room, one will find the indoor garden. A variety of beautiful flowers and plants sit in glass containers of all shapes and sizes, some seemingly growing right from the wall itself. If you've got a green thumb, the small work bench will give you the opportunity to do some planting on your own. The charms on the space ensure the temperature and lighting are perfect for the plant life. Not into Herbology? (HMMPH!) On the floor, an array of tree stumps are arranged in a semi circle so why not come sit and enjoy the serene space, instead? Either way, this new addition to the room is one you're sure to enjoy.

[sweetpinkpixie]

Not into Herbology?

Nope. Not at all.

This had been one corner of the common room the Hufflepuff had avoided like the plague since his first year. The first week here as an 11-year-old had nearly left the blonde with moist trousers daily just LOOKING at the wall of impending death. But if there was one thing that he had learned from Picketta it was that plants were not all THAT bad.

Yeah. Take that Dark Lord Myers, his bowtruckle was teaching him more about plants than you. But Picketta was rather insightful, as the Hufflpuff had come to know. He really ought to go visit the professor again to thank him and, er, see about being able to keep her out of the nursery more.

Like...er...he was doing right now. Oops.

"Nope...still gives me the creeps," he muttered to the bowtruckle on his knee as he wiggled into a somewhat more comfortable position on one of the tree stumps. "Least he coulda done was make one or some of these cackle..."

[Star-Lord]

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Not into Herbology?

Nope. Not at all.

This had been one corner of the common room the Hufflepuff had avoided like the plague since his first year. The first week here as an 11-year-old had nearly left the blonde with moist trousers daily just LOOKING at the wall of impending death. But if there was one thing that he had learned from Picketta it was that plants were not all THAT bad.

Yeah. Take that Dark Lord Myers, his bowtruckle was teaching him more about plants than you. But Picketta was rather insightful, as the Hufflpuff had come to know. He really ought to go visit the professor again to thank him and, er, see about being able to keep her out of the nursery more.

Like...er...he was doing right now. Oops.

"Nope...still gives me the creeps," he muttered to the bowtruckle on his knee as he wiggled into a somewhat more comfortable position on one of the tree stumps. "Least he coulda done was make one or some of these cackle..."

Walking into the common after just coming from the greenhouses, the redhead set down a small pot and some seeds on the workbench. Carefully making three little holes in the pot for the seeds, Steph wiped her finger on her robe's sleeve. She didn't really care for a little dirt on her; being to clean and neat was never really her style. That would explain her messy eyebrows Farah said she had. But Stephanie got them cleaned up and hopefully they looked much better now. Looking around at her surroundings, her eyes fell upon a boy with blonde hair, sitting on one of the stumps.

Setting the seeds in and patting the soil back down, the redhead water her pot and set it on one of the shelves. One she could reach anyway. Turning back to the boy, who seemed to be mumbling to or at someone, Steph slowly made her way to him and peeked over his shoulder.

Was that a--?

"Is that a bowtruckle?" she asked softly, not wanting to scare him or the small creature.

[sweetpinkpixie]

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Originally Posted by Star-Lord

Walking into the common after just coming from the greenhouses, the redhead set down a small pot and some seeds on the workbench. Carefully making three little holes in the pot for the seeds, Steph wiped her finger on her robe's sleeve. She didn't really care for a little dirt on her; being to clean and neat was never really her style. That would explain her messy eyebrows Farah said she had. But Stephanie got them cleaned up and hopefully they looked much better now. Looking around at her surroundings, her eyes fell upon a boy with blonde hair, sitting on one of the stumps.

Setting the seeds in and patting the soil back down, the redhead water her pot and set it on one of the shelves. One she could reach anyway. Turning back to the boy, who seemed to be mumbling to or at someone, Steph slowly made her way to him and peeked over his shoulder.

Was that a--?

"Is that a bowtruckle?" she asked softly, not wanting to scare him or the small creature.

Nodding along as Picketta chirped and clicked her teeth in agreement with his statement - Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump was one of her favorite stories - the third year was a bit startled when someone was whispering-ish behind him. Although the girl's voice was not the indicator to her presence, but rather the aggressive manner in which Pickette began rustling her leafy pig-tails and twitching her long fingers.

Cocking his head to the side curiously at her sudden change, Derf gave a bit of a jolt at the voice. Not from surprise as much as FEAR for her safety and his hands instantly clutched around the bowtruckle with an affectionate firmness. "It is," he nodded as he turned his head towards the familiar face. "Er...Steph...this is Picketta. Picketta...Steph...behave."

[Devina Wellheart]

Miranda was really missing the wildflowers that were in the fields next to her boyfriends farm... The vibrant colors and gentle fragrances that would waft through the air on a breeze.. And missing all that made her miss HIM. They'd gotten so close while she was home last term and not having him near her now was a torture unlike anything she could've ever dreamt up..

She thought that if maybe she went down to the gardens that she'd feel slightly comforted than when she laid in an empty bed alone. So she headed on down to take a walk through the gardens and maybe have a seat and find a spoke to close her eyes and pretend she was back On Damon's family farm again and not here.

[Nymphadoraliz]

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Originally Posted by Devina Wellheart

Miranda was really missing the wildflowers that were in the fields next to her boyfriends farm... The vibrant colors and gentle fragrances that would waft through the air on a breeze.. And missing all that made her miss HIM. They'd gotten so close while she was home last term and not having him near her now was a torture unlike anything she could've ever dreamt up..

She thought that if maybe she went down to the gardens that she'd feel slightly comforted than when she laid in an empty bed alone. So she headed on down to take a walk through the gardens and maybe have a seat and find a spoke to close her eyes and pretend she was back On Damon's family farm again and not here.

Emma headed into the indoor garden. She really enjoyed this area as it reminded her so much of home. She wasn't homesick though, she just wanted to spend some time in the garden amongst the plants and flowers. She breathed in the flowery scents and closed her eyes happily humming softly.

She really should put a pot with a flower in it near her bed. "Oh sorry" she gasped as she nearly bumped into someone in the garden. "I thought I was alone."

[Devina Wellheart]

Quote:

Originally Posted by Nymphadoraliz

Emma headed into the indoor garden. She really enjoyed this area as it reminded her so much of home. She wasn't homesick though, she just wanted to spend some time in the garden amongst the plants and flowers. She breathed in the flowery scents and closed her eyes happily humming softly.

She really should put a pot with a flower in it near her bed. "Oh sorry" she gasped as she nearly bumped into someone in the garden. "I thought I was alone."

Randa was in her own little world. Her eyes closed and just filling herself with the scents of the flowers that surrounded her. She could almost fell His arms around her and the smell of him mingling with the flowers.

So blissfully unaware of everything else going on around her when a voice broke through her silence. Open fluttered her brown eyes to see a young girl.. " Oh... Hello.. ", she said with a small smile. " There's plenty of garden for us both.. ", adding with giggle.. " I'm Miranda.. My friends call me Randa.."

[Star-Lord]

Quote:

Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Nodding along as Picketta chirped and clicked her teeth in agreement with his statement - Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump was one of her favorite stories - the third year was a bit startled when someone was whispering-ish behind him. Although the girl's voice was not the indicator to her presence, but rather the aggressive manner in which Pickette began rustling her leafy pig-tails and twitching her long fingers.

Cocking his head to the side curiously at her sudden change, Derf gave a bit of a jolt at the voice. Not from surprise as much as FEAR for her safety and his hands instantly clutched around the bowtruckle with an affectionate firmness. "It is," he nodded as he turned his head towards the familiar face. "Er...Steph...this is Picketta. Picketta...Steph...behave."

Steph took a step back as the bowtruckle seemed to be freaking out that she spoke to it's human. She didn't know much about creatures, seeing as she was never really around them. So maybe she'd add the bowtruckle to a list to stay away from. She nodded at the mention of the name. "Picketta. It's a nice name," she agreed. And puny too. The redhead moved over to sit opposite of Derf, maybe by two feet just to be sure. She didn't know if Picketta would get more aggressive or not. Fidgeting, she gave the creature another glance.

"How long have you had her for? Is she hard to take care of?" Of course, the girl had lots of questions on the simple creature. And many more for others.

[sweetpinkpixie]

Quote:

Originally Posted by Star-Lord

Steph took a step back as the bowtruckle seemed to be freaking out that she spoke to it's human. She didn't know much about creatures, seeing as she was never really around them. So maybe she'd add the bowtruckle to a list to stay away from. She nodded at the mention of the name. "Picketta. It's a nice name," she agreed. And puny too. The redhead moved over to sit opposite of Derf, maybe by two feet just to be sure. She didn't know if Picketta would get more aggressive or not. Fidgeting, she gave the creature another glance.

"How long have you had her for? Is she hard to take care of?" Of course, the girl had lots of questions on the simple creature. And many more for others.

Derf shot the bowtruckle another warning look and chattered his teeth at her - his bowtruckle WAS improving, you know? He felt like he could hold a proper conversation with her at least. Sort of. "Behave," he said, giving her one last warning before she would be shoved back into his enchanted pocket.

"She was part of Professor Wayland's creature project last term," he explained, situtating the bowtruckle on his knee and turning to face Stephanie properly. "She's...a bit protective," he explained, ruffling his hair. "I dunno how the professor got her...but she WAS only a baby...and abandoned...so...since I sorta became her Home Tree over the course of last term...she is just protecting what's most important to her." He wasn't making excuses for her and he STILL had guilt rolling around in his stomach for when she had first scratched Natalie, rather he was trying to let his friends understand her behavior. "She isn't ... being this way out of sheer malice. Once she knows you don't mean to steal me away from her and keep she'll relax," he added with a grin.

As to the care question...he was back to ruffling his hair a bit. "I...suppose she is a bit more difficult to take of than saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay a pygmy puff or a kneazle...but it's not so bad. We understand each other."

[Nymphadoraliz]

Quote:

Originally Posted by Devina Wellheart

Randa was in her own little world. Her eyes closed and just filling herself with the scents of the flowers that surrounded her. She could almost fell His arms around her and the smell of him mingling with the flowers.

So blissfully unaware of everything else going on around her when a voice broke through her silence. Open fluttered her brown eyes to see a young girl.. " Oh... Hello.. ", she said with a small smile. " There's plenty of garden for us both.. ", adding with giggle.. " I'm Miranda.. My friends call me Randa.."

She smiled softly at the giggly older girl. "More than enough room" she agreed nodding as she sniffed a flower closest to her. "I'm Emma." No one really had a nickname for her. "Just Emma." she added. "You're....a fifth year right?" she asked her eyes going her way.

[Devina Wellheart]

Quote:

Originally Posted by Nymphadoraliz

She smiled softly at the giggly older girl. "More than enough room" she agreed nodding as she sniffed a flower closest to her. "I'm Emma." No one really had a nickname for her. "Just Emma." she added. "You're....a fifth year right?" she asked her eyes going her way.

Miranda smiled and nodded to the younger girl. " I'm Miranda.. Most people call me Randa or Rand... Feel free to pick one or make up your own version if you like. It's a pleasure to meet you, Emma... Do you like nicknames?... I'm one for them myself... I think it makes someone feel special to have one."