Of course they were de-gnoming. Of course. Mo rummaged around in his satchel in search of the dragonhide gloves he used for Herbology, which should... be... yup. There they were. Mo pulled out the gloves and snugged them down into place.

Now then. Point him at the gnomes, because this Ravenclaw was going to clean house. Or the garden, so to speak. He was going to awesome, whatever.

Angel quickly put on her gloves, she was still trying to figure out how she knew her last name, it wasn't like they had met before and now this was beginning to freak her out, she was starting to wonder if she actually wanted to stay in class with this crazy Professor but in the end she did as she was told even if she had decided to keep an extremely close eye on the Professor.

Oh de-gnoming! That sounds like a lot of... work and possibly fun too, but mostly work. Yet, somehow he knew that it'd be much better than potions had been, so he wasn't going to complain. Ew. Those pink sparkly gloves looked horrendous. Luckily Zander had payed attention to the noticeboard and brought his own pair for the lesson! To the gate!

Those spare gloves did look very awesome. Cat was almost sad that she had her own because hers certainly didn't sparkle like the others did. Then again, sparkles and glitter were not good things for her to have around if she was going to be concentrating. She had quite enough of a hard time doing that on her own, she didn't need further distraction.

Cat pulled her gloves on as she followed everyone into the garden. She rounded up beside Sophie and tapped the younger girl on the head and grinned. Hey there little cutie face.

WOooooooooooOOOOoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! GAME ON.


"PROFESSOR. If GRYFFINDORS catch the most can we have a LOT of House points? I'm asking for a friend." LOL. Her friend named Mikey. They needed House points. Her and Mikey. For real.

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De-gnoming...? Toby... wasn't sure. He knew exactly what de-gnoming entailed, and it wasn't something he really saw himself doing. Seemed a bit... cruel.

He had his gloves in his hand, ready to put them on, but didn't move to do so just yet. Instead, he sidled up to Thompson.

"Professor T," Toby said ever-so-casually, with a teeny tiny smile. Thompson. Mr T. My main maaaaaaan. "Is this... will it hurt them? Isn't it kind of... mean?"

Of course, if not, he would do it. But y'know. It helped to ask, right?

HAHAHHA. "Stop being SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Hufflepuff, Toby." Amiright? SO Hufflepuff.


Yeah gloves? Those would just get in the way. PLUS they were pink? Hello not good gnome hunting gloves. No. Zahra just went to the gate, still AMPING UP FOR SOME INTENSE DEGNOMING. YEAH! YEAH! JUMP JUMP JUMP! NO GNOMES WILL BE LEFT!

Eeep! Care of Magical Creatures. Now this was what Marisol looked forward to. And it was worth the wait. Degnoming! The eleven year-old, being just a child, loved to get her hands dirty.

They didn't have gnomes in Spain. A bit in the north, but in Seville it was a bit too warm. Gnomes were funny creatures, and the girl liked to watch them when she was on vacation. Instead, her gardens were infested with hedgehog-like knarls.

Gloves? Seriously, did they need gloves? Well, she'd do what the professor said. He should just know that his student Mari didn't approve. She slipped on her worn-out dragon hide gloves and did what the teacher had instructed.

Okay, well...Sophie had missed the first question on gnomes, but it was all good. She listened to the discussion, at least, and she already knew a lot about gnomes from growing up with a magical family. It was all good.

...and she'd remembered to bring her gloves, which was an added bonus for her excellent start to Care of Magical Creatures this year. She pulled them out f her robe pockets and put them on. When that was done, she followed everyone through the gate then began waiting to see what would happen next.

Ugh. Not only did Agatha have to spend the ENTIRE summer doing farm-like chores, taking care of those silly bees of her uncle's, now she would have to de-gnome the place. This was not the type of class she was interested in...

But well, the professor had asked them to get ready so she did. The third year did consider not using her own gloves just to be able to use those pretty, pink ones, but she eneded up using her own anyway. She followed the Head Boy the others and stood where they were told to stay to wait for further instructions.

One look at Zahra and Michael knew exactly what she was thinking. He chuckled to himself when he thought about that time with the gnome. It was probably a good idea that didn't repeat it though, people might not be happy.

Like that Hufflepuff over there that Z was talking to. Michael let out a small snort of laughter as he pulled his gloves out of his pocket and put them on his hands.

He watched Zahra jump around like she had ants in her pants and couldn't help but feel quite excited himself. There was nothing like a good de-gnoming to start the day. "I dibs taking on the biggest one."

Schuyler waved back at Cat. Hiiiii, Cat.

She had actually completely missed Thompson's first question but caught on quick thanks to other people's answers. So, de-gnoming. She'd heard that part. Okay, this could be fun. Maybe he would turn it into a competition of something, give them some house point incentives and such.

On went the gloves and then her girlfriend was so kind as to let her go on through the gate first. "Don't mind if I do," she smiled, and stepped on past the fence first.

They were going to de-gnome! Yes!

Mentally fist bumping the air, Bevelry rummaged through her bag for gloves and quickly slipped them on. When wasn't she prepared? She wouldn't be a proper Slytherin if she wasn't, would she now? Following her classmates, she proceeded onto walking toward and through the gate.

Potato heads, watch out.

Waiting until the last student(s) entered in did Javy shut the gate behind. "Alright, gather around everyone." Making sure they were still standing before continuing, "Now that we've entered their 'territory' they should be more visible any-"

As if on cue, one unsightly-looking Gnome was running amok heading toward Javy's legs to make for a nice teething ring. Waiting until it was close enough, Javy raised his foot with the sole of his shoe meeting its face blocking it from moving any closer whilst still running in place.

"Anyways," Carrying on as if he wasn't interrupted, "You are to find one, capturing it without the use of brute force or damaging spells if they aren't already chasing after you." Aiming his wand at the still running Gnome he silently casted a spell, sending it to fall on its back laughing. "Once that's done, you are to grab them by its feets or hands," Calming walking with the still laughing Gnome after holding it by its feet, "making sure there's enough space surrounding you, take it for a spin," So there the Professor was spinning, almost like a ballerina before stopping suddenly to send the Gnome flying... past the fence into the tall grass area.

"Very simple.. just be sure not to overdue it, you want the Gnome to be dizzy instead of you when you send it." Though if it helped some, he wouldn't stop them from the risk on failing the throw. "As painful as it might sound the idea on them landing on the ground, their massive heads happen to serve as a cushion softening their impact." So yes, they weren't being harmed as the one thrown could be seen jumping up and down now in an attempt to come back over the fence. It was much too short to do so.

"Now the rules," Cue any groaning that may happen, "If you happen to use your foot to stop them, do not punt them over no matter how tempting it may be." Well, that was the major one. "You're to send at least two gnomes over the fence. Anymore and you could be due for the major reward." Extra points? Chance to void homework? He would reveal that for the very end. "When you're ready now get to it."

OOC: As demonstrated, you are to complete the activity by sending two gnomes over the fence.

-Stop a Gnome with your foot (Do not punt them), non-attacking spell, etc.
-Take them by their feet so they dangle upside down with their mouths away from your hands
-Spin around enough times before releasing them.
-Make sure they land over into the pen with the tall grass and other objects for them to hit. When you miss (since no one's perfect) simply go after it and try again.

This should take at least eight posts to complete, remember to label them. You have until May 19th, 11 pm EST to finish.

Marisol was totally ready for this. The moment she saw a gnome, it was all over for the little guy. It looked like a beige potato, so she placed her foot on top of its large head. Maybe a little too hard, but it worked. The gnome couldn't run away now. Mari was loving this.

Settle down?

Settle down??? What? BUT THEY WERE DEGNOMING! HOW WAS SETTLING DOWN GOING TO HELP ANYTHING? ZAHRA WAS ABOUT TO GO HOGWILD ON SOME GNOMES and this Professor is all settle down????

She had to look at Mikey and remember to be good, because COME ON PROFESSOR. Man.

Man.

If it weren't for her intense competitive streak and absolute need to catch a bigger gnome than Toussaint, then Zahra might have asked what the Professor was on about. BUT AS IT WERE, with House Points and Summer With Mikey on the line, ZAHRA WAS OFF LIKE A NEW RACING BROOM.

Gloveless and wild, Zahra was hot on the trail of a GNONE. "COME TO ZAHRA," she yelled as she CHASED. "....NOT TO TOUUUUSSSAAAINNNTTTT! YOU BETTER RUN TO TOBY! HE'LL GIVE YOU A HUFFLEPUFFIAN HUG!" hahahahahaha!

....and the chase was on.

Careful not to let it gnaw on her, Marisol picked the gnome up gingerly. It was not happy with this, as its pale face was growing red. That's the professor's issue, not mine, she thought as if the creature could hear her. He's the one who assigned this.

Marisol was rudely distracted by a crazy older student yelling about someone named Toissant. Typical Gryffindor. In her daze, she made the crucial mistake of looking away from her baby potato. While the eleven year-old was eyeing the madwoman behind the shout, the gnome bit her nose. Mari heard a crunch and felt pain.

"Ow!" she shrieked. "The gnome teeth!"

Biting her lip, Lux was anxiously waiting for the Professor to explain to them if the Gnomes were going to be hurt or not. Okay, they bit and certainly wouldn't win any beauty pageants, but that didn't mean that they needed to be harmed.

After hearing the answer that she wanted, on the gloves went. It was fortunate that she had happened to have brought hers, as they were a lovely shade of blue; pink was nice and all, but nothing came close to being as awesome as BLUE.

Listening as the activity was explained, Lux watched as Thompson sent one of the little creatures soooooooaring over the fence into the tall grass. And true to his word, the Gnome didn't seem to be in the least bit harmed.

NOW SHE WAS EAGER TO GET STARTED.

And no, she would not be doing any punting, because that was animal cruelty. Only friendly use of her feet, or non-harming spells for this Hufflepuff.

ALL SHE NEEDED WAS A GNOME TO TOSS.

Oh, that was...that was quite cool what Professor Thompson did there. Even the spinning. He made spinning seem pretty. Blinking, Beverly realized he was still talking and explaining their task. Right. Gnomes had to go, and they were in charge of that. Folding her long sleeves up to her elbows, and gathering her long hair and braiding it, Beverly readied for the task.

She wasn't looking forward to gnomes attempting to bite her ankles, but she was ready for the chase. She was the predator here, not them. HA! And just like that, the predator became the meal. Beverly let out something between a squeak and a hiss when tiny teeth clamped down on the side of her leg.

"Ouch, you tiny, ugly son of a troll!" How DARE it bite HER? It was on. SO ON. Pushing her braid behind her shoulder, Beverly dashed after the little potato-head that had bit her. It was going over the wall. That one. She wanted THAT ONE.

Amost as if by magic, a Gnome popped out of nowhere.

AHA!

This would be Lux's first victim.

Eagerly, the girl reached out for the little creature, thinking that maybe she could grab it by the arms and toss it before it even knew what was going down.

BIIIIIIIG MISTAKE.

CHOMP the Gnome went on her hand as soon as it's mouth was near to her. OOOOUCH. Those teeth seriously hurt!!

Immediately drawing her hand back, Lux narrowed her eyes. Okay, the game was on now. This Gnome was going down.

He was minding his own really and walking through the gate while flexing his fingers in the gloves. They felt weird on his hands and he wasn't one hundred percent sure if he was a fan of them yet. None the less he had to wear them cause rules and all. He was looking down at his hands turning them over and over again looking at them as he walked through the gate when he was suddenly SHOVED! His eyes widened as he was so so grateful for his quidditch days he stumbled forward a few steps almost knocking into someone else as his arms flailed about. "the hell....... Shut up." He turned , mumbled and simply GLARED at the boy as the professor took points from him. ASDFGHJKL what was this dudes PROBLEM! they were at class. Merlins Potatoes!




HAHAHAHA! five points from YOU Mr. Bully! Jeremiah couldn't help but smirk as his arms folded over his chest as he listened to the professor. Oh.. De-Gnoming.. right. His eyes snapped around to the grass as he suddenly became aware of all the gnome evil things running around....... and at HIM!!

MUMMY!

Panicked for a moment the gryffindor took a few steps back from the incoming evil!demon before closing his eyes and sticking his foot out in front of the beast. STOP!

Ready, get set, go!! Well that's what Cris was thinking to himself as he watched one of the other students start off with a vengeance. Knowing there was plenty of gnomes to go around, especially if there were those who had acclimatized themselves to those dizzying spins and subsequent throws, to the point that they had no problems recovering quickly before venturing back to where they originally started from.

"Come out, come out wherever you are!" Cris whispered, inviting the gnomes to cross his path. He could see them popping their heads out before running around and then tucking themselves back into the pushes.

Ah...gotcha!! Cris zoned in on one particular gnome. Target acquired!! Cris ignored all the others around him, narrowing his focus on that one gnome.

Okay time to make like a tree! Cris stood as still as possible when he saw the gnome run helter skelter towards him. Mister potato head, you're mine.

....and just as the gnome crossed his path, Cris stuck his foot out in front of it.

THE GAME IS ON!

Now where are those tiny, pesky, little creatures? Ethan searched the ground with his ‘come-at-me-bro’ face and saw a gnome about to attack his leg. The Slytherin let out a tiny sound like a hiss and faced his adversary squarely. When it came closer, he had the opportunity to give it a proper look and realized how true Cutty’s comment was. It's the ugliest!

Ethan turned around and ran towards the other side with the gnome behind him. As he ran, he made a face, scratched his head and thought about how silly he must’ve looked. “I’m supposed to be running after the gnome and not the other way around.”

Did gnomes have bright minds? Because this one seemed to as it kept running away then making a round back at her. Beverly was a fast runner, she was and she knew it, but the gnome was small, therefore making its escape easy. It didn't help that on her first attempt to grab it, the thing had bit her hand. It only managed to increase the thrill of capturing the potato-looking-thing.

Having studied it, Beverly prepared herself as the gnome charge at her again. Raising her foot just in time, the gnome crashed into the sole of her Converse shoe. She let out a Ha! when the thing attempted running against its odds.

Gotcha!

Now for a little magic.

"Impedimenta!" MWAHAHA!

It seemed sort of rude to be tossing gnomes around like this, especially when Mo rather thought that spending time testing his theory was a much better use of their time. They could have a control group, and then a group spun only once, and then spun fully, and map back how well they found their individual holes.

Science!

But this was fun too, and Mo was immediately on the look out for a gnome to capture. He'd just toss his two over the fence straightaway and then he could help some of his classmates. Surely there was some sort of prize for the house that caught the most gnomes.

At the first sign of one of those bumpy potato heads, Mo pointed it out and loudly said, "Mine!" Just in case anyone was thinking of stealing it. The creature seemed to know it had been spotted, as it immediately scurried from its hiding place and raced in the opposite direction from Mo. He jumped after it, trying to position himself so that his foot could be used to stop the gnome up.

Instead, he kicked out and connected with the back of the gnome's head, and it went sailing away from him, over a few heads and into the back of someone's legs across the way. Rather than sticking around to get in trouble, Mo ducked his head and began to whistle as he went in search of a NEW gnome. Nothing to see here, folks.

That sounded easy enough. And Professor Thompson had said it wouldn't hurt them, because their heads were so big. Well, proportionally to their bodies. Compared to Gwen's head, they were teeny. The class didn't seem to be spreading out very far, so Gwen picked the far corner of the garden and trudged over there. She had a better chance where there weren't so many people, didn't she?

The gnomes all seemed to be coming up from the ground, as if they knew something was going on and they wanted to watch. They were so cute! Not cute in a typical way, but cute in an innocent bewildered I'm-a-living-potato sort of way.

The twelve year old picked the gnome closest to her and grabbed it by it's feet.

Having pushed the gnome backward just in time of her spell, a jet of light shot out from the tip of her wand, hitting the thing square on its potato-like head. It fell on its bum in slow motion, laughing it's face off. Oh yeah, this was funny. She had just regained her title as predator.

Hiiiissss, Mister Potato-head! HIIIISSSS!

Wasting no time, the Slytherin tucked her wand back into its holster, rushed toward the gnome and grasped it by its feet. Ugh. She was going to need to sanitize after she was done with this. Eyeing her distance from the fence she was supposed to throw it over, Beverly dragged it a foot closer. Now. Spinning. She could do spinning.