"I learned there is such thing as too much Mooncalf dung." Celandine answered with her hand up. "For instance? The stuff that you got me and Cope to spread around the Fluttas and the Puffas at the beginning of the term, wasn't enough to overpower the smell of the flowers because we were careful to mix it with the soil in appropriate amounts. But like, all of that?" Cela pointed toward the stack of jars with her nose, "If you over did it as far as actually making use of it goes, then it would sort of defeat the purpose of helping plants grow if it makes them smell too bad for you to enjoy the plant in the first place." Or something. Whateverrr, Cela hadn't done that particular homework. She hadn't really thought Bunbury would appreciate it.

"Professor?" Her hand shot up again. "I was wondering if the beneficial properties of Mooncalf dung decrease over time? Like, does it store well? Because... thats a lot of excess dung."

Nikki had expected for Professor Bunbury to ask something about the jars of mooncalf poop that sat on her desk. And was it really her fault that Professor Morgan had assigned them to bring the poop to her? Nope. But raising her hand in the air, Nikki answered the question. "If mooncalf dung is picked before sunrise, then spread over a magical plant, the plant will grow faster and stronger."

Fyo raised his hand. "The dung can only be harvested when the Mooncalf leaves its burrow, under a full moon, professor," he told her politely. "It supplies plants extra nourishment, and has the ability to make them grow healthier - and more quickly - but a lot of people tend to forget that this is only possible when it is gathered before sunrise."

What else? "Oh, and it can be identified on the basis of its dim, silver colour and... well, particular smell." Gross.

GROSS.

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"Why, th-thuuhhh-thank you, Professor," Jake replied, smiling widely at the complimenty thing. Seemed like if HE was nice, SHE would be all nice back to him.

And then.

Ugh.

Stupid poo.

Raising his hand, Jake scrunched his nose and wore his first displeased expression of the lesson. "Sssstinks, it d-d-does..."

Well it DID.

And it was... "... shiny."

SILVAH!

This Upstead was actually creepier than the deep-voiced-devil-childe one.

"Um...." Bunbury blinkblinkblinked at the boy again. "Yes......?" Smelly and shiny. Right-o two of his senses were working today then.

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Blink. Could they like... not? Livvy wasn't too fond of the Mooncalf dung. There were many experiences and encounters with it that Livvy would rather not like to re-encounter once again. Per say... the Cam incident. And gathering up Mooncalf poo and stuffing it up in a jar and wrapping it up like a gift. That was definitely another thing that Livvy would like NOT to do... again. Please?

Animated plant... tree... was Professor Bunbury trying to send them signs? Livvy had an idea what this lesson was. And since she had oh-so-amazing memory, she remembered what a certain Ravenclaw before had said and Bunbury responded saying it would be a future lesson. Oh ho hoooo.... Snazzehh.

BLECH. Livvy raised her hand up into the air to share with what she had 'learned' about the oh-so-pretty mooncalf poo. "I learned that if you collect the poo before sunrise, then it is capable to cause any magical plant to grow niiiiice and strong... and fast."

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Gahhh. More questions about the poop. Jack raised his hand.

"Well, obviously mooncalf dung comes from a mooncalf...so if you're looking to harvest some, you'd probably need to know where a mooncalf IS so you can collect the poop before sunrise," he said. "Also, it SMELLS really bad but it's a great fertilzer."

And Cam Karsten liked to fling it around. Let's not forget that.

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Herminny chuckled as she raised her hand remembering the COMC teacher had requested the students to bring her mooncalf dung, "What I've learned about mooncalf dung is that is an especially good fertilizer for you're magical plants and it's best if picked up at sunrise which is when we did in Care of Magical Creatures.".

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Oh. Ohohoho.

Mooncalf dung? That homework project? LET it be known that HEEE was probably the first to have the idea of donating poop to Bunzz. Yes, she needed poop. Mm'course.

"They're awweeesooome fertilizers. So awesome that they're all silveryyyy and alll. I think they're even better than dragon dung."

Yeah. 'cause Mooncalf Poop > any other kinda poop.

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Evelyn sat up straight when the Professor looked at her. 'What was that look for?' she thought, raising a brow slightly. Shrugging her shoulders, at least she had gotten the answer right.

Glancing at Destiny and giving her friend a quick smile, she turned her attention back to the Professor when she started to speak about the mooncalf dung. Probably not a good topic to be on buuuut... Smirking, and turning her head so the Professor couldn't see it, she gave a little response. "It's apparently great for plants, Professor."

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Fred smirked as the Herbology teacher commented on the mooncalf dung, he was not one who sent his, after what he saw of this professor she didn't deserve anything in his mind. The only reason he attended class was because he had to and since he knew about mooncalf dung he might as well try to gain same points he thought. HE raised his hand and said, "Mooncalf dung is a good fertilizer for magical plants that is best if collected at sunrise.".

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Nikki had expected for Professor Bunbury to ask something about the jars of mooncalf poop that sat on her desk. And was it really her fault that Professor Morgan had assigned them to bring the poop to her? Nope. But raising her hand in the air, Nikki answered the question. "If mooncalf dung is picked before sunrise, then spread over a magical plant, the plant will grow faster and stronger."

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Fyo raised his hand. "The dung can only be harvested when the Mooncalf leaves its burrow, under a full moon, professor," he told her politely. "It supplies plants extra nourishment, and has the ability to make them grow healthier - and more quickly - but a lot of people tend to forget that this is only possible when it is gathered before sunrise."

What else? "Oh, and it can be identified on the basis of its dim, silver colour and... well, particular smell." Gross.

GROSS.

"Correct correct correct," Bunbury waved a hand at everyone's answer. "Yes. So you all collected this... collection.... before sunrise under Professor Morgan's superb leadership, mhmm..."

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Plymouth could hardly get past Jack's answer. Really? REALLY?? Professor Bunz was just being nice to him, surely, because who uses their WAND against a plant?!? Violent boy.

He completely missed his opportunity to answer the first question due to the glaring/gaping.


Slowly, he raised his hand, "It IS valuable. It's like... chocolate versus regular milk. When you get up in the morning and your mom has made you chocolate milk with breakfast don't just you have a much better, productive day? Mooncalf dung is the equivalent to plants." And Plymouth LOOOOOOVEd his plants!

"Er, good comparison, Plymouth," Bunbury blinked in the boy's direction and might have added something akin to "mymumnevermademechocciemilk" in a faint whisper.

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"I learned there is such thing as too much Mooncalf dung." Celandine answered with her hand up. "For instance? The stuff that you got me and Cope to spread around the Fluttas and the Puffas at the beginning of the term, wasn't enough to overpower the smell of the flowers because we were careful to mix it with the soil in appropriate amounts. But like, all of that?" Cela pointed toward the stack of jars with her nose, "If you over did it as far as actually making use of it goes, then it would sort of defeat the purpose of helping plants grow if it makes them smell too bad for you to enjoy the plant in the first place." Or something. Whateverrr, Cela hadn't done that particular homework. She hadn't really thought Bunbury would appreciate it.

"Professor?" Her hand shot up again. "I was wondering if the beneficial properties of Mooncalf dung decrease over time? Like, does it store well? Because... thats a lot of excess dung."

"Well that's one way of looking at it, Cela," Bunbury tipped her head at the girl. "Or you could think of it like too much of a good thing... too much growth too quickly on a plant isn't good... it would be a bit like feeding a person steroids?"

Good comparison? "And as for your question.... it 'stores' best as a warm heap in a location that can still receive moonlight at night. Like any fertilizer, the nutrients in the fertilizer do... ah..... evaporate, basically, and deplete over time. Thus it's not like one fertilizing of dung will last a lifetime."

And that answered that.


"Now, let's put together the animated plants and the poo," the professor announced almost to herself. She was still looking outside as if for a signal of some sort. "Everybody come grab a jar of poo... or.... you can share one...

"Hope you brought your dragonhide gloves today."

With a firm nod, Jake continued to swing his legs back and forth, attention wandering for only the slightest of moments as he stared around at the classroom and tried to peek out the greenhouse windows.

When the professor spoke with a more generalised tone, Jake looked up to see Bunz also interested in something outside. SHEEEE had Jakey!Problems TOOOO?!

... Wait.

UGH!

Poo. No touchy.

With a resigned siiiigh, Jake shrugged to himself and pulled on his gloves straight away. He moved to few paces to the front and grabbed a pot with a decent looking amount of dung in, but not too much, before holding it out at arm's length and setting it at his... table-y thing.

It staaaaank. Jake made a face as if that would somehow stop the smell getting to his nose... and he waited.

Ewwwwwww! They had to touch the poo ..again?

It seemed like a far walk from the back of the classroom to Bunbury's desk. It was like taking a walk of shame to only be greeted by a jar of crap, literally.

Hmmm, did Evelyn want to share a jar? Destiny should've asked before she already made the walk. She didn't want to yell, standing so close to Bunbury anyway. So she just grabbed a jar, well the one she thought was hers to begin with. It just looked different. Shrugging her shoulders, Destiny made the long walk back to Evelyn and her desk. 'I didn't know which jar was yours.'

"Would it be alright if we shared this one?" she pointed to the jar Destiny brought back. Evelyn reaaally didn't want to go up and grab the jar she made before, even though the Professor seemed like she wasn't going to hurt any of the people who sent the 'gifts' to her. Taking a look at the jar, having to cover her nose because it smelled horrible, she stared at the silvery substance. "Mine's the one with the house colors on it." she mumbled to Destiny, taking out her gloves from her bag.

Mina couldn't believe it. She had finally gotten the memory of gathering all that poo out of her mind and here she was now about to use it. Seriously? She had just gotten new dragonhide gloves and now she was going to soil them thoroughly. She was not at all happy with this!

Grabbing a jar, she made her way back to her spot holding her breathe, well as much as she possible could. It reeked and it wasn't helping the dull headache she had now.

Cedric walked toward the table. So they need to grab a job of poo, huh? Wow. Poo, poo, poo. He just hoped that it didn't smells too stinky and all.

He'd reached the table with the jars of poo soon. He forgot that last January was Prof Bunbury's birthday. Wahh! How come that he had forgotten it. Shame on him but maybe he can like catch up if he would give a birthday present to her. Cedric then grabbed a jar of poo and started mumbling and hopefully only Professor Bunbury can hear him.

"Professor. Belated Happy Birthday. I'm disgusted and disappointed with myself that I forgot your birthday." He sighed then he smiled at her feebly. With the jar of poo in his hands, Cedric made his way on his chair afterwards.

'Yeah, we can share.' Its not everyday you can share a jar of poo with your best friend, now is it?
Glancing up at the professors desk, Destiny smiled. She should have known that was Evelyn's jar. She didn't even know if the jar she had was hers. If she would've did something different to the jar.. Oh well.
'You don't think we are going to the whomping willow, do you?' Destiny did not like that tree.

Suckity, suckity, ssssuckity lesson.

Miranda huffed and crossed her arms on her chest. This is why she didn't like Herbology, everything she said seemed to be stupid. Well, she felt stupid now. She sat still and listened as the others said stuff, only vaguely listening and not taking notes in her book.

Mouthing a 'what!?', Miranda's eyes widened as she understood they were going to be messing about with poo today. She groaned and dropped her arms to her sides, looking like she wanted to be anywhere but there.

Mumbling things about wanting to go fertilize someone's head, she got up from her seat and made her way over to pick a jar. A JAR OF POO. Oh happy day...

With a slight sneer, she went back to sit in her place, resting her head on her folded arms on the table.

Bleh. Fyo was pretty sorry what he had to put his dragonhide gloves through but, then again, this was the reason he had bought them. Not poo, obviously - but tasks that he could not execute with his own, bare hands. The fourth year shook his head as he went up to the front of the greenhouse.

With a not-so-happy feeling in the very pit of his stomach, he picked up what he knew was one of the two jars of mooncalf dung he had taken to Professor Bunbury, earlier this term. How could he not recognize them?

Glory shine upon his dragonhide gloves!

Kiri pulled on her gloves and checked them very very carefully. If she was going to mess around with poo, she was not going to get any on herself. She had her wand with her as well. Depending on what they had to do, a quick Impervius wouldn't come amiss, either.

She shuffled forwards to pick up a jar, resisting the urge to open it and peek inside. She'd have to do that soon enough anyway. If only Professor Bunbury wouldn't insist on calling it poo...

Kiri returned to her seat further down the table and put the jar down in front of her. She tapped her gloved fingers against the jar, wondering what they were going to do with it.

Lucy watched her classmates get up to grab jars of poo for a while until she realized she had to do it herself. She finally put on her dragonhide gloves and went to grab a jar of poo.

"Ugh , this poo is gross," Lucy said as she made a face. It smelled pretty bad, but this would be an interesting class. She walked back to her seat and waited for Professor Bunbury to give them further instructions.

Poo, poo, poo. The entire duration of LouAnn's first year at Hogwart's had oddly been filled with lots of poo slinging, poo gathering, poor jarring, and now...apparenty, poo planting. As she passed by Professor Bunbury, LouAnn caught the way the woman glanced outside as if she was looking for someone or something. "What'cha looking for, Professor B?" she asked, turning her head to glance at the jars upon jars of mooncalf dung. LouAnn finally collected her own jar and made way back to her seat. Dragonhide gloves...LouAnn needed gloves.

Plymouth moseyed over to stand with Professor Bunz, tempted to put his arm around her. He paid ATTENTION in this class, this one class, and hadn't missed the quiet mumblings.

"I'd make your chocolate milk, Professor." Truth. He gave her a smile and then went to get in line for poo-claiming. Plymouth wasn't particularly picky, so... he just sort of hung out, waiting for everyone else to grab the one they wanted.

'Going to the whomping willow?' she thought, poking the jar. Leave it to the Professor to do something completey dangerous...and probably enjoy it too. 'Oh jeez, that sounds like me.' Turning to Destiny, Evelyn raised a brow, shrugging her shoulders. "Who knows? But I think we are." She gave her friend a sympathetic smile, hearing and seeing that her friend possibly hated and was even scared of the tree. "No worries though, just stay in the back if you don't like it."

Now Evelyn, loved and hated the tree. The moved branches and semi-violent nature intrigued her, but being the victim of it's wrath was not something she wanted to enjoy everyday. Hopefully it didn't remember her if they went to take a visit to it today.

After tying her hair back into a messy bun, Nikki stood up and walked up to the front, grabbing her jar. She hadn't decorated it like some people, giving Professor Bunbury hers in a nice decorative box, but she knew it was hers there was just something weird about it. Returning to her seat she grabbed her dragonhide gloves and slipped them on, waiting for further directions.

Lovely. Time for the hands on part of the lesson.

He walked forward and waited as the crowd cleared before going up and grabbing a pot, taking the jar that he had delivered to Bunbury and heading back to his seat. Some of the foam cutout decorations had fallen off, but that was ok, it didn't need to look pretty anymore. They just needed the poop.

Gah, no matter how many times he was exposed to this stuff, the smell still made him gag. Blehhhhhhhhh.

Fred is certainly not looking foward to the next part of the lesson. He hated collecting the poop the first time. He certainly didn't want to touch it again but it semmed he had no choice. He sighed and got up and grabbed a jar of mooncalf dung and returned to his seat waiting for the next instruction.

Ew. No. No. No, no no no no. *sigh* Lyddia noticed an older girl sitting near her and walked over to her. "Hey, uhm, do you think we can share a jar? I'd rather not do this alone." Eesh. Lyddia was nervous about talking to an older girl but she didn't see anyone else she knew and this girl looked very nice and approchable and...nice. And pretty. Yes, she was pretty, Lyddia was sorta jealous.

Carter put on his gloves and grabbed a jar. He returned to his station to wait more instructions.

"Oh, hey," LouAnn cheerfully greeted. She nodded and scooted her jar in between herself and the other girl. "Sure we can. I'd rather have help dealing with poo anyway." It was true...who'd want to constantly have their hands (even gloved hands) in mooncalf dung? "I'm LouAnn Purple, by the way. I'm a fifth year Gryffindor. What about you?" she asked. If she was going to be working with this girl, she may as well learn a name to call her by.

'Plants - Personality / Personality - Plants' Josh roared with laughter unable to hold himself as he heard the two words in one sentence concerning each other. How could little , or big if one considered trees and he professor fruit trees, greeny things could have personalities. They did not even had a mouth. The funny thing was that everyone i n the class seemed to be soooo believe in that plant personality things. Yes he had met the Devil's Snare before which let you free when you stay calm but it was only a reaction, right? And not everything which reacted had personalities. Personality was much more a complex thing. ''Professor I wanna be a Herbal Psychologist then'' Josh shouted out and laughed while he took a jar full of mooncalf poo as she told them to do.

NO WAI.

She was havig to touch ... poo? Ugh. Sylvia was going to have to waer to sets of dragon hide gloves to make sure none touched her perfect moisturised hands. Anyway, once her gloves were on tightly, she walked up and grabbed a jar of the stuff. She was dreading opening, and prayed to Merlin that they didn't. Ew ew ewww.