Oh good, so she didn't have to do this alone. Good. Relief. Yay. Ish. It's still poo Lyddia had to deal with, so she wasn't too relieved. Fifth year? Ooh. That's four years older than Lyddia. She hoped she didn't make this girl dislike her while they were doing this. LouAnn, her name was. Hmm. "Lyddia Calathia Black, first-year Slytherin." ...LouAnn's introduction sounded so much better. "Haha, hey both out last names are colors. That's odd. I like your name, though. LouAnn? It's pretty." Lyddia smiled at her.

Ethan approached the class and just stood there watching for a minute, wondering what on earth Annie was making them do with all that... excrement.

He had a bag with him, containing books, mostly. A few other bits and pieces too. Professor Truebridge had a reason to be here and he offered a small nod to Annie and flicked his fingers at her in an attempt to get her attention.

Poo, I have to touch poo. Oopa, great.

Virgi walked up to were the professor was standing and grabbed a jar of poo. This cannot get any better. Turning around with the jar of poo in her hand, Virgi walked back to her seat, holding her breath. Virgi sat down and put the jar on the table. Why poo Lord, why?



OOC: oopa, yes, means poo in pig latin.

Becca took one last breath of pure,clean air before producing her dragon hide gloves from her bag and putting them on. She held her nose and walke dover to the Professor, took a jar of...poo, and sat back down, placing the jar on her desk.. Oh fun, fun, fun! How lovely! She thought to herself sarcastically. Still holding her breath, she sighed, What would they be doing today, and with dung? Then she saw Professor Truebridge walk in. Yes! A possible distraction, maybe they'd all get lucky and wouldn't have to work with the dung!

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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.

"Cedric....." Bunbury blinked at the boy as he got his jar and then shook her head. "There's really no need to be disappointed or disgusted. It's just a birthday."

Merlin, how had the children found out about her day anyway? OI. And how did they know her age? Shiftyyyyypuffffs.

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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.

"Nothing, nothing," Bunbury's gaze had drifted out the windows again but came back to focus on LouAnn after a few minutes. "I just.... hmm had an idea..."

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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.

The idea was not about chocolate milk, though Plymouth's offer sounded tempting. She just raised a brow in his direction and might've winked before slowly starting to stare out the greenhouse again....

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'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.

"They make a great deal of galleons, actually," Bunz whipped her head around and nodded at Josh as whooosh the joke went over her head. "Magical herbs and fungii have so much value, you'd be surprised. Study hard now."

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Ethan approached the class and just stood there watching for a minute, wondering what on earth Annie was making them do with all that... excrement.

He had a bag with him, containing books, mostly. A few other bits and pieces too. Professor Truebridge had a reason to be here and he offered a small nod to Annie and flicked his fingers at her in an attempt to get her attention.

Ah... hmm. Bunz tilted her head at the arrival of Ethan and whatever he was doing with his fingers.... waving?... but now that he was here....


"Alright, students," she politely addressed the class. Good behavior, see. Annie could be a good teacher. "As you probably figured out by now, we'll be heading out to the Whomping Willow today to see something of an 'animated' plant up close. And as you all should know, the Willow has a distinct.... personality of its own.

So we're going to do a bit of caretaking for this magnificent tree and deliver it the lovely, nurturing gift of mooncalf dung. Let's go."

Bunbury snagged her stylish pink dragonhide gloves off the desk by the jars and then led the way to the door. "Hello Professor," she grinned at Truebridge as she strolled out. "Lovely day for a lesson."

Whomping Weeeeellllowww? Yayiee! Fyo liked that tree. It was... fiery and cool. Plus, it had total control on its surroundings - could send you off to the Hospital Wing, anytime. Well, it COULD!

Then he realized something.

The mooncalf dung would... help the Willow grow stronger? Oh my, Fyo wasn't sure if that was such a good idea. The fourth year raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and followed Professor Bunbury's lead.

If you can't beat 'em -- join 'em!

Or something like that.

The Whomping Willow! Mina had one encounter with the tree and she thought that was enough for her. It wasn't a terrible experience but she didn't want to risk a negative experience. Thus the reason why she never ventured near it. She respected and all, but all the stories about it still managed to terrify her.

Grabbing her jar and followed. It wasn't like she could skip the lesson, she wasn't the type to do such a thing.

The Whomping Willow. Oh joy. Evelyn couldn't decide if she was excited about this 'field trip' or not. Glancing at Destiny though, who seemed to have a fear of the tree... Okay well that made it a little better for some odd reason, Evelyn had to admit.

Smiling and excited now, she finally noticed Professor Truebridge. 'Wonder what he's doing... Nevermind. I'll find out later.' Taking a deep breathe, which wasn't good idea since the smell in the room was just, Ew, and now trying hard not to gag, she gave a slight wave to the Professor before quickly covering her nose and mouth and followed Professor Whatshername out the door, thankful to be in fresh air again. 'I seriously need to write her name down on my hand or something with permanent ink. Reaaally need to remember it.'

"Ah... yes. Lovely." Ethan nodded and stepped out of the way. He'd wait for the stragglers and bring up the rear. He nodded at Evelyn in acknowledgement and waited for the remainder of the students to follow Annie.

Carter grabbed his jar and followed the rest of the class.

Plymouth scooped up the last of the dung, helpful boy that he was and might have skipped a time or two. Herbology was just his thing. It made him happy. Bunz made him happy. Winks just for him made him happy. Happy happy happy.


"I hope WILLOW Kovac shows up! Willow loving on THE Willow. Hehe!" Plymouth looked around expectantly for her. Surely she wouldn't miss the opportunity to be THE Willow in the WILLOW class. She was a bit of a Whomper, too, now that he thought about it... "hehe... "


He sent a manly sort of nod at Professor T. Manly. Then followed the crowd with little skip!hops.

Cedric glanced at Professor Bunbunry skeptically, wondering what they would gonna do at the Whomping Willow. Well, his question was like had been answered as their lesson was about the animated plant. He don't usually went at the 'animated' plant though he had been there once with Dom when he did their Transfiguration homework a term ago.

He took his jar and then he saw Fyo who seemingly looked excited. "We're goin' to that tree..." muttered Cedric to Fyo as he continued walking to follow the class who were heading at the Whomping Willow.

As Bunbury mentioned the whomping willow, Jake's face fell. Bunbury was out of the room, so he could now look thoroughly disgruntled. AND Truebridge was here... which made acting the way he usually did alot more difficult.

Wiping the scowl off his face and looking expressionless, Jake picked up the jar and his wand and followed everyone out and, after giving Truebridge a lingering look, began walking slowly so he ended up at the back... Maybe he COULD make an escape.

Maybe not.

Ugh, the tree was gonna finish off what the devil's snare started.

They were not doing this. The whomping willow. Why didn`t they just let it die? Its not like it was at all helpful to any of them. Barry held the vial of poo and took it with them towards the Willow.

This was why he didn`t like herbology

OMG! The Whomping Willow! Virgi had herd stories of this tree and she knew exactly how to stop it. Virgi grabbed her jar and ran behind the rest of the class. Mina looked scared so she went over their. "Everything alright Mina?" Virgi asked.

Lyddia's eyes widened at the sound of the teacher's words. Just what she'd dreaded, except worse. They were going to go help the Whomping Willow. Why would anyone want that? Oh, gee, so now Lyddia had to deal with poo AND the Whomping Willow. Needles to say, this wasn't exactly her favourite class moment.

Mina nodded as she saw Virgi. "Yeah, I'm just not a huge fan of the Whomping Willow." You could still respect something that you have fear for, right? "It's a beautiful tree but it scares me a little. Plus, this dung isn't helping my headache."

Professor Bunbury arrived at the base.... er... outer foot.... er... she led the class to a spot a 'safe' distance from the outer roots of the Whomping Willow and turned around.

"Now that we're here," she told the students very seriously (and quietly enough that the tree wouldn't hear), "remember what we discussed regarding... strong willed plants. In a moment, we'll be approaching the tree, one at a time, to offer it the lovely gift of mooncalf dung your oh-so-thoughtful Professor Morgan helped you collect."

She even managed to say that without a hint of sarcasm coloring her tone. Takes practice, children, remember that.

"But first, a bit of background about the tree would be useful......" Anastasia turned and gave Ethan something of a look.

LouAnn somehow managed to come to a stop a safe distance away from the whomping part of the willow tree. She didn't want to be flattened when one of its animated branches came smacking down to the ground. "Can't we just throw the jar at the tree?" she thought to herself. Of course they couldn't. They had to approach the tree carefully and cautiously. LouAnn remembered how Professor Bunbury had stressed this during that last Herbology lesson. Apparently someone amongst them had previously tortured the poor tree.

"I hear Ron Weasley and Harry Potter once drove a car into the tree!" she suggested, her hand raised and waving wildly about. "The tree spit them out like a piece of old gum! It even tossed their luggage out once it had gotten rid of the boys. Oh, and that car is still cruising about, deep within the Forbidden Forest." She lowered her hand before speaking again. "That's a little background on the tree. Moral of the story? Umm...don't fly a car to school?"

Swaaaay! The Willow whooshed in the.... mild breeze. Clearly it moved not out merely out of the force of the wind.

SWAAAAY!

The tree is in a biiiit of a mood today. Approach if you dare.

Ah, so no yucky experiments with the poop like in a science class or something of the sort. "Good! The Whomping Willow can have mine first!", Becca said as she got out of her seat, jar in hand and followed Professor Bunbury out of the classroom. Really she was fine with gross things, it was just that she'd rather not prolong the poo's stay in her posession. Then she began to wonder How will I give this to the Whomping Willow? Will we be imobilizing it or something? It looks in a rather horrid mood today...

Stopping just behind the Professor, Evelyn stared at the tree. For some reason, it looked much bigger than the last time she was here. And they had to...approach the tree? "Professor?" she laughed nervously. "Does the tree like...remember people?" Shaking her head, she tried to look unaffected by the tree and all its, swaying, branches. She really would not have to go through like what happened last time, especially if it remembered her. Not that she did anything bad to it of course...Pssh...upset THE whomping willow? No way!...

...

Ethan gave Jake a level look and as the last of the students left the greenhouse, he followed after them.

Ah yes, and what was Annie looking at him like that for? Oh. Of course. History.

He cleared his throat.

"The Whomping Willow has been here at Hogwarts for almost one hundred years. It first appeared on the grounds in september of 1971 and aside from it being a known landmark and familiar sight on the school grounds for almost a century, there is another more significant reason for us to study it today. It was not planted for decorative purposes, does anyone know why the Whomping Willow was planted?"

Tibi wanted nothing to do with the Willow after the beginning of term... but he knew about it. He'd gone to read about that monster tree after it whomped at him.

Raising his hand, Tibi offered hesitatingly, "It was planted to guard the passage to the Shrieking Shack, so named because of the stories that built up around it due to the sounds that could be heard. The sound, rather than being from a haunting, were from the transformation of a werewolf student."

Tibi shuddered at the last bit. Werewolves at Hogwarts were not new... but that didn't mean he had to like it.

Destiny was standing near the whomping willow. Oh geez, Destiny was too close to the whomping willow. She felt her knees literally shaking. And they had to go up to that tree!? One at a time!? She watched it sway. It was scary when it swayed. It was scary when it didn't move. It was just a big scary tree.

Destiny listened to Professor Truebridge talk. 'It was planted to disguise the passage to the shrieking shack.' 'And to scare me.'