Reese glanced around the greenhouse once the Professor mentioned going easy on him. That pretty much meant BEHAVE YOURSELF. It didn't matter that she didn't have her badge on at the moment. People knew she was Prefect, so they better just watch themselves. She turned her attention back to the front of the class when the Professor asked them to make namecards. Yay! That meant she could pull out her markers.

She opened her bag, and began to dig through her materials until she found her box of muggle markers. Since she's used almost every color in there except green, she decided she would use that color now. Pulling it out, she took the cap off and wrote down her information on the card, and then she placed it in front of her so that Professor Cutter could see it.

"I have a question," she said as she raised her hand. "You said this was your first time teaching a class like this, yes? What did you do before you were hired as a substitute?" She paused before quickly adding, "That's if you don't mind sharing that kind of information with us." She gave him a little smile before placing the marker back inside her bag.

Giggling as Curls sighed, Lorelai wrote out her name and all those bits on the car infront of her.

And then accompanied it with a BIG PRETTY PINK SPARKLY heart. HEHE.

Oh-ho. She had a question! But she wasn't going to answer it, she was pretty certain, he wouldn't appreciate her asking him if he would mind putting on some pink heels [which she would totally provide] and a red wig, and pretend to be Bunbury. Na.

Marie grabbed one of the cards from the table and wrote her information on it.

Aha! Luckily, Jake still had his name card from charms or whatever the heck that class was. He began to delve through his back through months... nay... YEARS of old homeworks and notes (he never had cleaned his back out) and found it in the middle of a personal planner for the year...

...

... 2010?

Blinking, Jake just decided not to question it, and he set his card on the table, before raising his hand. "Wwwill we nnneed muhh-magic today?"

Say no. Say no. Say no.

No Beautiful Bunbury?!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Now that was definintely a crisis, a big CHAOS! He only cared about Herbology and any topic on plants other than fruit trees when Bunz was involved in it. And now what? He was supposed to watch and listen to that odd guy. Bleh! He wanted Bunbury, he wanted her now. So, he rose on his feet right after writing and putting his card on the desk.
''Excuse me professor. SIR! Do you know where is Professor Bunbury?''

Grinning happily as Arya sat down next to her, Ivory gave her a little friendly nudge and grabbed for two cards, passing one to her.

Dipping her quill into the ink, she bit her lip as she concentrated on making sure her ink didn't run.

Looking around, she figured they'd all kind of look the same. Shrugging her shoulders she added one more line and a smiley face.

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Ivory Vitya Erised
First Year, Ravenclaw
*not short height impaired *

Mina grabbed a card and jotted down her information. She was rather interested in finding out what they were going to actually do today.

The substitute watched as the kids filled out their cards, his eyes turning to catch each as they were propped up. His gaze moved from card to face, and he hoped that would help him remember which belonged to which. While he waited, he answered the questions that they posed.

"I have never taught an actual class before as a proper professor, Quidditch Captain BelCanto" he replied, smiling even though his ears turned ever so slightly red. The first question would expose the fact that he was a newbie of a professor. "However, I did have to teach a few classes when I was still in University. Transfiguration, mostly. A potions class or two tossed in the mix. I was still a student at the time, though."

"I'm not quite sure Miss... Lovegoods. I was not told the reason for Professor Bunbury's absence, but rest assured that it can't be all that bad. If it were, I probably wouldn't be here as a substitute."

The Head Boy! Cutter nodded at the boy and tapped the table at which he was sitting.

"Mr. Fritzera, thank you for saving me the trouble of relocating you up front. I'll probably be relying on your help for a demonstration; as Head Boy, I'm sure you won't mind."

Ah good, and a Prefect. Cutter listened to her question and deliberated the best way to answer it.

"Well, Prefect Upstead... I don't mind sharing at all." He grinned at the young girl before continuing. "I'm actually just out of teaching school last term. Before that, I traveled quite a bit around India and Africa. Until I was asked to come here, I worked in a library." Not a glamorous job, for sure, but it was a job.

...what kind of question was that? Cutter looked at the young Hufflepuff with the stutter and nodded hesitantly. They would definitely need magic for this class.

"You certainly will, Mister..." Er. Cutter squinted at the card. This one could use handwriting classes. "Upstead. Don't worry too much though, I'm sure a fourth year can handle this spell."

And they'd be in groups, as well. So surely even if the kid was inept at magic, he'd fare fine.

"She's rather not here at the moment." Cutter shrugged. "If you're meant to find out, I'm sure the Headmaster would be glad to answer your questions. I'm not one to pry into the lives of those I don't know, Mr. Carter."

D'aaaaaaw. How cute. Cutter couldn't resist a chuckle at the sight of this young Ravenclaw's card. As he passed her, he leaned down and whispered encouragingly, "You're allowed to be height-impaired at your age, Miss Erised. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll grow out of it soon enough."

Moving back to the table with all the tentaculas on it, Cutter clapped his hands once to get the attention of those still working on their cards. They didn't need to look as if they belonged in the Museum of Modern Art or anything.

"I had planned to do a much, much simpler class today, truthfully, but... well plans have been changed." They wouldn't be learning about dittany after all, it seemed. Cutter held a hand out toward the Venomous Tentaculas. "I'm sure you've all seen these before, at some point or another. Professor Bunbury may have even had a class on them. However... well we're not going to be focusing on the tentaculas today, exactly." He touched the nearest one; it didn't move, the charm still firmly in place over it. "I'm sure you've all noticed something's off about these, haven't you?"

Keeley, though still spacing out with worry, heard the professor talk again and looked up. She hadn't even noticed the plant- tentacle thingys. But weren't they supposed to move or something? She had only seen them once, but was pretty sure that they did something. As she pushed a blonde curl aside, she said, "Er- they're frozen." He hadn't asked or anything, so she was mainly talking to herself. Great, I'm going crazy, and I haven't even been a victim. Yet.

Miranda listened intently at the Professor, but just as he repeated almost everything that was written on her card, she blushed. Okay, still not used to the Captain title, apparently. "Ooooooooooh..." He went to University! Was it magic!? It must've been, since he said he had taught Transfiguration and Potions. Very interesting indeed! "Very cool." Miranda said, grinning at the man. Still a student and a Professor. Pffft. Impressive.

She listened to the other's getting their answers, and apparently Bunbury had vanished without a trace? Meh.

And then he moved on the the plantses. Obviously, they do not seem like themselves. At all. Hmh. Raising her hand a little, she spoke "It's not trying to eat us, Professor." True dat.

Card firmly in place, Sarah turned her attentions to the front of the class, and the plants Mr Cutter was talking about.Surely they don't usually have those little pink buds on them down there? Did they? Raising her hand, she then pointed at them to ask her question. "Umm, is it the fact they have little pink buds at the base, sir? I've not seen those on a tentacula before...I don't think."

DANGIT!

Jake's face fell and he sat back again, frowning. WHYYYYYYY need magic in HERBOLOGY?! It was taking care of PLANTS. That was why Jake didn't actually skip this class!

"I hhhate mmmagic," he muttered.

Hmphing slightly, Jake sat back, raising his hand to answer.

"It's buhh-being nnnnice," he replied and was about to speak, when Miranda said his answer. He pointed at her openly and nodded once. "It ain't eat-eat-eatin' yyya."

Marie sat there listening to the others answer what was different about the plants. It was obvious that they weren't moving so maybe the professor was looking for a different answer. Raising her hand she said, "Sir, why are there little pink blossoms at the base of the plants? I have never seen those on tentaculas before." Not that she had really ever carefully examined a tentacula plant.

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D'aaaaaaw. How cute. Cutter couldn't resist a chuckle at the sight of this young Ravenclaw's card. As he passed her, he leaned down and whispered encouragingly, "You're allowed to be height-impaired at your age, Miss Erised. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll grow out of it soon enough."

Moving back to the table with all the tentaculas on it, Cutter clapped his hands once to get the attention of those still working on their cards. They didn't need to look as if they belonged in the Museum of Modern Art or anything.

"I had planned to do a much, much simpler class today, truthfully, but... well plans have been changed." They wouldn't be learning about dittany after all, it seemed. Cutter held a hand out toward the Venomous Tentaculas. "I'm sure you've all seen these before, at some point or another. Professor Bunbury may have even had a class on them. However... well we're not going to be focusing on the tentaculas today, exactly." He touched the nearest one; it didn't move, the charm still firmly in place over it. "I'm sure you've all noticed something's off about these, haven't you?"

Aaah Professor Cutter...not Nutter. That just sounded so much more better.

Glad she didn't have an issue with his name anymore, she smiled brightly as he assured her that she'd grow.

"Oh I hope so, Sir, I do!."

Paying attention as he gestured towards the plants at the front of the room, Ivory squinted. Hmm...well they should've been moving right.

Thinking back to her mother's garden, she remember the tentaculas being...for lack of a better word...more animate and those sure were weird blossoms.

When the substitute had called for them to turned their cards up and listen to him Chris, who had taken a while to write his so that it was legible enough, quickly turned his up and then listened as Professor Cutter introduced himself and then began the lesson.

He then raised his hand when the question was asked. "Well Professor I have been in the Greenhouses before helping professor Bunbury with other plants and the tentaculas were never this still, not to mention the flowers. That's what those tiny pink things are, aren't they?" he leaned a bit closer to the plant closest to his table.

Where was Professor Bunbury!? Adam liiiiaked that Professor, she was nice. And not here. That wasn't good. But the plus was, this guy seemed alot nicer than the one who'd taught Arithmancy. Nah, Adam hadn't liked him at all.

It did confuse him though, that two Professors would be absent within such a short time of each other. Frowning slightly, he didn't ask, however. He'd heard the teacher answer other people, claiming he didn't know why Bunbury wasn't here. So no point in asking, really.

Looking down at his Parchment, the name and year scribbled onto it, Adam grinned wryly. He had to add the last part, because now he was officially an adult, and extreemly proud of it at that. Grinning, he looked back up at the Professor, and then to the Venemous Tentacula. "Erm... it's not moving sir. I mean, usually it attacks people. And it's still. Did you put a charm on it, or something?"

For the foreseeable future? Awwww.

*pout*

Glancing at Lori who seemed to be giggling at his expense, he made a face at her. Benefit of the doubt. Pfft. Stoopid Oliver.

After a bit of a delayed reaction, he scribbled down his details on the card on his desk.

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Name: Oliver Awesome Greenwood Esq.
Year: Fifth
House: Slytherin

Esquire. Smirk.

He raised his hand. “Have you frozen it, Professor Costcutter? So it doesn't eat us?” Did they eat you usually? Damn his Durmstrang education.

Ellie warily got up and grabbed one of the cards. This was very bizarre, and she eyed the substitute instructor. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was not right.

Nonetheless, she returned to her workstation and carefully wrote her name on the card for the teacher.

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Ellie Spencer
Ravenclaw
Second Year

She double checked her work and plopped the card in front of her. She calmly sat back and looked around the workstation, trying to figure out what she'd be up to for the lesson.

Lina wrote out on her card as she spoke. "Well, those pink blossoms aren't natural to a venomous tentacula, and anything that blossoms usually doesn't blossom at the base of the plant. Are they weeds?" And if they were, why weren't they pulled?

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Arline Materia
Slytherin
Fourth Year

"Yes, and what else?"

"Thank you Captain BelCanto. And yes, they're not trying to eat us. That's not what I mean, though. Something else."


"You're a wizard, Mr. Upstead," Cutter replied, his eyes casually flicking from this boy to the Prefect. Relatives, maybe? "You may hate it, but it's part of who you are. Don't worry too much over it; the older students will be helping the younger. And yes, it's not trying to eat us."

"I did, Mr. Stemp. So that we could get a closer look at what we're doing today without it ending with poisonings and death." He grinned encouragingly. "Something else?"

"Just Cutter, Mr. Greenwood. And yes, I've frozen it. Normally it would be strangling someone who dared stand so close, or touch it."

Yes! Yes there were a few that had noticed the important bits. Cutter grinned triumphantly.

"Good eyes, Salazar, Griffin, Materia and Potter. Good eyes. Yes, the tiny pink things are what we'll be looking at today." He gestured to Materia, in particular. "You're exactly right, Miss Materia. They are indeed, somewhat, weeds."

Carefully, Cutter cut loose one of the little pink blossoms, and held it up to the class.

"This, ladies and gentlemen, is a plant known as witchweed. Can anyone tell me anything about it? And it's perfectly acceptable if you don't know anything at all about it, as it's not a common thing to be found in an Herbology Greenhouse."

Witchweed--that just SOUNDED like a nasty plant. Not that all witches were bad of course, but he had a feeling that a muggle probably named this plant after those stupid images of witches with warts on their noses and stuff. Silly muggles.

He raised his hand. "Isn't it a type of parasitic plant that kills other plants?" he answered.

Ew. Magic.

Still, Jake frowned. He'd escape magic if it was the last thing he did.

Maybe.

There was nothing FOR him here.

The boy shrugged and avoided eye contact, missing the way he was obviously being associated with Reese. Meanie Reese who was still blaming HIM for her being left out of the loop.

Raising his hand, Jake looked at the plant instead of the man.

He... disliked this 'Cutter' bloke, just based on his first impression.

"It's a wwweed that gggrows on or wwwith mmmagical plants?" he guessed, then frowned. Again. "A mmagical wwweed."

Even the WEEDS have magic.

Wonders shall never cease.

Keeley sighed, relieved. Good. They didn't need to know what the heck witchweed was. Even if she was a witch, the pale girl had never ever heard of it. Well, maybe she had. She looked at it closely, and saw that it was rather pretty. Good! Something to draw other than the subjects of those scary rumors! (She had been drawing shadowy figures ever since she heard about the weird goings on) Immeadiately pulling out her sketchpad, she doodled until the professor had all the answers he wanted.

Ooooh so that's what it was.Witchweed.Where had she heard of that before? Probably in one of the many herbology books she read over the summer.Flouish and Blotts was a second home.But how could something so pretty be a weed?

"It's considered a parasitic pest by people in the agriculture..type...business, 'cos it grows around their crops and destroys them...." Sarah raised her hand as she answered.She knew that much.

Cutter. Right. Oops.

He raised his hand again. "It's a parasite, sir. It lives on, and survives by sucking nutrients out of other plants. In this case, that Venemous Tentacula there." He pointed at the plant the professor was busy fondling.