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Professor Paul Myers is sitting in the front of the Greenhouse, where there are four tables lined up parallel to each other as well as a table up front, where Myers is leaning casually on said table. The table in the front is longer than the rest because there are different bins on the table holding various things; there is one bin containing trash that Paul collected himself from rubbish bins, the paper products. Another holds the food trash from the Great Hall; a third one holds leaves, grasses, and twigs; a fourth holds things Paul has gathered from the lake; a fifth holds different containers of…..manure.
The smell of the Greenhouse is probably none too pleasant.
Paul has his gloves on, ready to go, as he greets the students when they walk in. He expects that they had made themselves familiar with his classroom rules, especially the two special ones.
The blackboard behind Paul is empty for now, but will soon be filled up(hopefully). The weather outside might be a bit cold, but in the Greenhouse it is nice and warm without being too stuffy.
“All right everyone--we’re going to be taking some notes and then getting...dirty. So PLEASE--make sure you have your gloves with you today!” He calls out as his bright and shiny faced students waltz through the door. “Get in a circle for our meditation--” Because you just CAN’T start class without first clearing your head
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OOC: Hi guys! Kate here. Make sure you read all of our rules and stuff. [[SS ones AND my own]] I will know if you have not(; Please note that this is NOT the first Herbology class of the year; your student has been attending lessons with Paul for months now. The following happen every class:
*Paul begins class with a meditation, with the students holding hands in a circle. Your student should know by now that this is expected of them at the beginning of class.
*Everyone must say something nice about a student when they walk in, preferably someone who has not had anything nice said about them already.
*There is a basket of flowers Paul keeps in the front; feel free to have your character come up at any time to grab one, and give it to another student if someone particularly touches them emotionally or anything.
I include this so that you are better able to determine how to play your character in this lesson! Thanks, guys! I will start the lesson in about….15 or so hours. <3
While the students set about doing their thing, Paul walked around....made sure no one was.......goofing off. Or using TOOTHPICKS... >.>
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He had to chuckle a little at Adi and Paulina....they made him laugh. He felt SO lighthearted--and so, the professor decided he'd start on his own compost. He grabbed a wooden CRATE he totally knew that word and then used his gloved hands to put some soil in there...there was NOTHING in the world as satisfying as just...playing in dirt. Ugh.
His inner child was showing.
Once he had enough dirt in his, he glanced around. Some students were still slugging along...
It was all right. They had time.
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“That is a very important characteristic of WHAT makes something a GOOD item in a compost. VERY good, Mr. Browne!” he clapped for the boy. All of this was going on the board, yes? Paul turned to check--yes yes, it was. Thank Merlin for magic.
“Anyone else have anything to add? You’ve all done so WELL so far!” They had a nice little list...Paul wanted to add some things, but they had compiled a niiiiiiice little list.
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Okay. Paul waved his wand at the board, the list of items they came up with showing up immediately. “Good job, everyone. Great. I’m really proud of you all--so smart!” he smiled and tapped his wand on the blackboard. “So these are all materials we use to compost--and there is a REASON for all of this, I swear.” He nodded.
He added a few more items on the board and then glanced back at the class. “All right. These--” he nodded at the board. “Are all items you can use when composting. I did not put them into any...order or anything. But..these can be separated into different categories...and different combinations of these items will be good compost for different plants.” He took a deep breath and realized he forgot a WATER. DYING OF THIRST HERE.
Could he ask a student to get him one? Merlin. He was thirsty.
“As Norah mentioned before---plants need nitrogen---they also REALLY need carbon.” He waved his wand and rearranged the list.
Ahem. Were their brains TEEMING with new information yet? Paul chuckled to himself. “Today...if you haven’t guessed already...we are going to MAKE our very own compost. Each of you will make...a unique compost...which I am SO very excited about what you all come up with! It’s almost….like a CREATIVE process, isn’t it?” Paul thought so.
“Now..to make a compost...I am going to walk us through the steps. And I will...give notes along the way...because there are certain properties to the different materials within compost that are…..good or not good, depending on what you want.” He took a deep breath and hoped they understood.
“...Is everyone ready to MOVE ON?” he asked softly. “If anyone has ANY questions….ask me!” Paul smiled and crossed his arms over his chest.
He clapped his hands together. “OKAY! So--the very first step we’ll do---you must all come get one of these wooden things--” Things was a totally professional word, all right? “And also fill it with soil. There are buckets of soil on each of your tables….make sure you put a GOOD amount of soil in there, all right? Don’t fill it up to the top with soil--but make sure it isn’t just...covering the bottom, all right?” He would be making some compost, too, of course, heh. “So...Get your crate and DO THE THING!” he said excitedly.
“OH! And the reason these crates are nice...is that we can put them outside, where they can attract worms and other bugs to help the composting process--” he nodded.
WORMS were important.
BOOOOOOOOOOM! He knew it. Great answer. Did he get points for that one? Apparently not. That was a shame, it was likely going to be the smartest thing he'd say all lesson.
Oh welllllllll...
Zeke copied down the notes from the board, but when it was rearranged into nitrogen and carbon rich he just placed a C or an N next to the appropriate item on the list. Rewriting things was not on his list of things to do for today.
Making compost seemed odd though, like, couldn't they just mix it ALL together? Yeah? Like... a SUPER compost? Unfortunately, probably not. He supposed though, he could pick 'ingredients' that complimented each other? Like, flavours? Could plants TASTE them? Was that a thing? "Professor, I'm sure mundane plants couldn't, but can some plants actually taste this stuff?" The compost. Could they?
After grabbing his wooden thing, heh, he filled the bottom bit with soil and returned it to his station.
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Janelle copied down all of information that was written on the board. It seemed like just about anything could be used for compost. She knew that wasn't true, but it sure seemed like it. When her writing was done, Janelle gave the professor her undivided attention.
Now they were going to get to make their own compost. Janelle went up and got a crate. Then she returned to her seat. Setting the crate on the table, she pulled the bucket of soil closer to her. Now she had to get just the right amount of soil to put in her crate. Not too much, not too little. Carefully she scooped up some soil and placed it in her crate. Janelle repeated the process until the crate was about halfway full. That looked right to her, so at that point she stopped.
Janelle looked at the list of compost materials and wondered which ones she would be putting into her crate. Before that could happen though, they'd have to wait for the next set of instructions. And so, she waited.
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SHE HEARD THAT. Professor Myers called her SMART. SMAAAART. S M A R T. She wanted to fall over and roll around or skip to the front and back to give him a high five or give Sophie Brown a gigantic hug or write Marcel or SOMETHING, but instead she just stood there, trying not to smile too much. Her efforts were useless. Norah's cheeks might as well have been magnetically attracted to the moon considering their absolute refusal to go down again. She opened her mouth to say thank you for the points or for the compliment or just because he'd made her feel wonderful, but she closed it again quickly for fear that something dumb would come out and she'd undo all the good stuff she'd said. Man. Would this happen if she read a lot for all the other classes too? At this rate it might even be worth it. Three entire points AND a nice thing. This had to be a world record.
She busied herself with her parchment because the smile just wouldn't go away and she was starting to worry the other students would see and think she was being mean about it. The smile wasn't HER fault, right? It was like an auto response when miracles happened, 'cause who knew if this would ever happen again. Maybe she was even not doomed! Or a little bit not-doomed. It was better than nothing, anyways. Norah looked up suddenly when Yoongi spoke, her cheeks not only turning pink, but also feeling as fi they were about to fall off from all the smiling. "Okay maybe I'm good at one thing. But maybe it's just 'cause I practiced in the mirror like you said." She grinned at the head poke, which was somehow a million times less infuriating than it usually was, before adding, "And thanks for the flower. It's lovely." Ahem. She watched him return to his place before tucking the flower behind her ear, not pausing to adjust it when it immediately got tangled in her curls on account of somebody ELSE was there with a flower.
That's right. Sophie Brown, Queen of the Universe, had a flower for her. HER. Was there something funny in the air today (and no, the smell didn't count) or were all the good things just spontaneously occurring one after another? "Thanks Sophie. But the brilliant's all you, I promise. It must be contagious." Norah hesitated for a split second before throwing her arms around the head girl for a ginormous squish. She had to know how important this felt, right? She seemed like somebody who'd be able to tell. She just did. With another grin, she half-tucked the flower behind her other ear, then bent over her parchment to record all the notes Professor Myers had put on the board.
The Hufflepuff waited until some of the giddiness had ebbed before walking over to retrieve a wooden thing. The only thing that could make this class better was playing with dirt. Professor Myers knew what was up for SURE.
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Wood things? Crates. Those were crates. And Dot was gonna fill it with dirt. And garbage, apparently. She wasn't thrilled with this plan at all. Even with her gloves on, chances were good that she'd get dirty and she'd leave class smelling like food she hadn't eaten.
She might never eat again.
Dot tugged her gloves on as tightly as possible and tucked her robe sleeves into the gloves until she was as close to protected as possible. Only then was she prepared to shovel dirt into the bottom of her crate. Most than just a bit at the bottom... and maybe more full than it should be, since that meant less garbage food stuffs on top.
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He shook his head and moved on back to his seat. Adi was simply helping a friend...no more...no less. Benny could have easily helped Paulina himself, he had meerly been focused on doing it for himself not for anyone else. Nevertheless, it wasn't his interest to care about at the moment because there was more to do before they moved onto whatever step the Professor was going to talk about next.
Namely...adding the dirt.
Making sure his gloves were secure, having barely registered that he had put them on at some point, Benny turned to the aforementioned collections of dirt. The seventh year took a couple of handfuls from the nearest one, spreading the material over the bottom of the crate. Clearly not enough, he repeated the process a few times, finally satisfied when there was dirt nearly halfway up the sides.
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............ Tia was positively flushed when she got three points for that so very obvious answer. At least SHE thought it was obvious because water was just the basic necessity for EVERYTHING. Perhaps she had a future with Herbology? Or well actually she didn't know what she had a future in, but Herbology was definitely not being ruled out. Nor was Charms. Or Creatures. Or Arithmancy. Or Runes.
And Professor Myers was writing an AWFUL lot of things on the board in terms of composting materials and Tia was just jotting them all down. But basically anything could be composted, was the gist of it - some things just worked better than others.
But good they got to the practical part now. Putting her notes away because she wouldn't want them to get dirty and they WERE written right on the board, Tia went and retrieved one of the wooden things, as Myers called them. And proceeded to add soil with the bucket. But ... the slats in the crates, wouldn't the soil fall out? Or well some probably would, but patting it in there nice and solid would probably keep most of it in place. Yes. She'd have to make sure she patted it very well.
Playing in the dirt, at sixteen, who'd have thought? But it was kind of stress-relieving in a way too, so she wasn't about to complain.
Pat, pat, pat.
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BOOOOOOOOOOM! He knew it. Great answer. Did he get points for that one? Apparently not. That was a shame, it was likely going to be the smartest thing he'd say all lesson.
Oh welllllllll...
Zeke copied down the notes from the board, but when it was rearranged into nitrogen and carbon rich he just placed a C or an N next to the appropriate item on the list. Rewriting things was not on his list of things to do for today.
Making compost seemed odd though, like, couldn't they just mix it ALL together? Yeah? Like... a SUPER compost? Unfortunately, probably not. He supposed though, he could pick 'ingredients' that complimented each other? Like, flavours? Could plants TASTE them? Was that a thing? "Professor, I'm sure mundane plants couldn't, but can some plants actually taste this stuff?" The compost. Could they?
After grabbing his wooden thing, heh, he filled the bottom bit with soil and returned it to his station.
Paul was patting his dirt, PLAYING with his dirt, imagining little worm families building little worm homes in it...how fun. He wondered if he should write a children's book about worm families....
He could make a lot of money for that, if it was popular enough. Pfffft.
OH! He had a hand--well a hand in the air--ZEKE BROWNE! Paul nodded at him and stood up to stride towards him...glancing around a bit...making sure all was well with the other students. Was everyone ENJOYING this? No? NO?
Paul thought for a moment..."Well...plants actually have these litttttttle tiny molecules...located in their cells...that can taste and tell if a certain substance contains nitrate," He informed him. "But the magical plants---some of them literally CAN taste--which I find so cool, you know?" Another cool plant fact..."Some plants can even taste what kind of caterpillar is chewing on them...from the spit."
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Her tofu idea was pretty awesome, Paulina had to admit. Seemed like it was something that the Professor had never thought of - but then not too many people ate tofu. Lots of people ate meat instead.
After writing down everything from the board into her notes, Paulina got up to grab a composting crate...except Adi had already brought one over for her. Awww, that was so sweet. "Thanks, Adi," she said as she took it from him. Looked like she didn't have to go anywhere after all. "I'll help you without the crackers, though I wouldn't say no to them." Wink.
Now on to the soil. Paulina made sure to add just the right amount to her crate. She knew this stuff from experience since she did it at home. "Try to add as much as I have," she told her friend to be helpful.
Seeing Benny looking their way, Paulina waved to him. He was welcome to head over if he wanted to.
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Oops? Had Myers heard his proposal about those crackers? Adi grinned at the man. Don't mind him, Professor! But Paulina said she would help him without crackers. COOL! "You're welcome! Awesome! This means I won't have to go rob all those shops of biscuits.'' Hehe. Adi kidded. "But I'll be sure to get as much as I can for you.'' Did biscuits do anything for composts, anyway? Hmmm.
He pulled on his gloves to follow Paulina's lead. Yes, brilliant Herbology girl at work there and he would copy her. Yes. Adi followed his friend's lead, adding soil to his grate. When she waved at Benny, he looked over and waved to his bestie too, accidentally showering him and Paulina with bits of soil from his gloves. "Gosh! Sorry, Polly!'' Hehe.
Anyway, back to adding soil. About the same amount were added to his crate as Paulina- not filled to the top but not not just covering the bottom.
That's right. Sophie Brown, Queen of the Universe, had a flower for her. HER. Was there something funny in the air today (and no, the smell didn't count) or were all the good things just spontaneously occurring one after another? "Thanks Sophie. But the brilliant's all you, I promise. It must be contagious." Norah hesitated for a split second before throwing her arms around the head girl for a ginormous squish. She had to know how important this felt, right? She seemed like somebody who'd be able to tell. She just did. With another grin, she half-tucked the flower behind her other ear, then bent over her parchment to record all the notes Professor Myers had put on the board.
Was Norah REALLY trying to turn this back on her? No, no. Soph was NOT gonna let that happen. "Nuh uh," she argued very maturely, "it can't be ALL me 'cause here you are, in the flesh, proof that you're as brilliant as they come." Norah even got a SECOND flower from another boy right after Soph gave her one, so that even FURTHER backed up Soph's praise.
"Proud of you," she murmured quietly, squishing the Hufflepuff back in the hug with a genuine smile before returning to her spot.
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Rooney had been wrong his entire life. The best thing in life were Miss Sophie Brown's hugs. She had the perfect amount of love and admiration in her embraces and Roo felt warm inside and like he was skipping on marshmallows, candy floss and clouds. The fact that she thought one flower was enough was the complete opposite and Rooney considered if she knew just how much she did mean to him - not because of the fuzzies she gave his heart, but because everything really was better when she was around. Miss Sophie Brown was like the sun.
And then having her stand near him was pretty much everything. The second year gave her one of his biggest smiles and knocked his elbow against her, gesturing to the flower that he had given her.
A reminder.
He really was going to send her flowers now. Every week. Not on a Thursday, because that was Mama's day. He'd work out the best day for Miss Sophie Brown at another time.
He grunted his disapproval quietly about the compost situation in this class and decided right then that even though he was an overachiever and wanted to get everything right, he was going to let his work be sloppy this time. To make a point. That Professor Myers was the WORST and Miss Sophie Brown had deserved every one of those flowers initially gave to her AND that the flower she had given the Professor was completely undeserved.
AND HE WAS NOT IN LOVE WITH MISS SOPHIE BROWN.
He was 12.
12 year olds didn't fall in love.
No. No, he wasn't ready to move on. He wanted to ask as many questions as he could in a lifetimes worth of breaths, and he wanted to ask even more than that, because he was Rooney. But fine. He could let the class move on; only because he wanted to hurry up and get the technicolour dreamcoat out of there. Roo headed over and got two of the crates -- one for him and one for Miss Sophie Brown, before taking them back to their table and setting them down.
Soil. AKA mud. AKA dirt. AKA boring.
But it went into his crate by the handful.
Hahahahaah. These were nice crates?? Was Professor Myers eating his plants and having a moment?
As class continued along, Soph couldn't hide her amusement at Myers' spiel. He was... well, he wasn't very scientific about things and his word choices were a little funny, but he was a downright hoot, wasn't he? Very entertaining, very fun to listen to - Soph supposed that's all that mattered, really, since it was probably a hard job as a professor to keep everyone's attention all the time. At least it seemed Myers was doing a good job of that.
And Rooney's nudge, a reminder of the flower he'd given her, made the seventh year want to wrap the kid up in a hug and never let him go. He needed to quit hogging up all the cute in the world - it was distracting, frankly. But she didn't really want him to stop. He was wonderful and she wanted to keep him forever, and her fond smile said so.
When they were instructed to grab - ahem - a crate, Soph hesitated in the task to let the others go first so she wasn't caught in the rush of people surging forward to grab one all at once. What she hadn't expected was for Rooney to return with two of them and offer one to her, and the Head Girl smiled broadly. "Y'didn't have to do that. But thanks, Roon."
The grateful smile never leaving her lips, Soph went ahead to deposit a decent amount of soil inside her crate. Not too much, not too little, probably - just enough. Roughly.
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Compost, right. He needed to do that.
So the Gryffindor went up to grab one of the crates because apparently the crate things were going to be used here. Also, he had to put on his gloves because those were important. Especially since they were gonna be handling the dirt and all that... Luckily for Zander, he had remembered his gloves and everything. So not a problem, this would be fine. Plus, he had long determined that Herbology was just one of those subjects were it was okay to get messy and y'know, for the record... Zander was actually alright with that.
Anyways. Dirt, yes. He needed some of that. Ahem.
The seventh year carefully started scooping some of it into his crate, but was careful not to put too much of it in there as instructed by their good ol' Professor. No seriously, the man was old.
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Rob the shops of biscuits? Snort. That actually made Paulina laugh. "No, please don't Adi. But I still wouldn't say no to some." Hint. Hint.
She was getting hungry.
Food would have to wait until she wasn't wearing gloves...or covered in soil. She didn't want to be unhygienic. Besides, food was't allowed in the greenhouses unless it was for plants and they didn't eat crackers.
"No worries," she said as Adi sprinkled some soil on her. "I'm already pretty dirty as it is." She gave him a thumbs up as she saw the amount he had put in his crate. "Perfect." She was sure that Professor Myers would agree.
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It was a wooden crate. Not a wooden thing. Brooklyn could think of plenty of other things that qualified as “things” more than a crate did, and if the professor had actually forgotten the word crate she’d just lost a lot of respect for him. Even more than she had just because he was expecting them to play in the dirt. The dirt was, well, dirty. And it was work. She needed to be reminded of exactly why she bothered coming to Herbology lessons, and listening to certain discussions going on around her definitely weren’t working for that.
Therefore, all she could do was get a crate and do as they’d been instructed. After she’d pulled her gloves on and made absolutely sure she wasn’t going to get dirt under her robes or anywhere else she’d rather not end up covered in dirt. It wasn’t that she minded a little dirt. She was fine with sitting on the ground and things like that when she had to. But that wasn’t intentional. This was absolutely intentional, and therefore she was taking precautions. Once that was done, though, she headed up to get a crate and carefully started scooping soil into it. Pressing it down as much as she thought was necessary and adding more until her crate was about two-thirds full. There. It wasn’t full, but it was still mostly dirt. They could plant something in it if they so chose, but she had a feeling that wasn’t what she’d be expected to do.
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Of course they can compost gelatin. Her uncle said so. Basti wouldn't lie to her about that, right?
They're going to make their very own compost? COOL! She's ready to move on. Ready. Steady. And nope no question here, Professor.
Wood things? Did the Professor just said wood things? Okaaaaaayyyyy. Candice grabbed the wooden crate or in Professor Myers' dictionary it called wood things. She already wore her gloves of course. And she didn't mind little dirt or in this case a LOT of dirt. The Gryffindor scooped up some of the dirt into her crate till the bottom of her crate covered with soil. There. Done.
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After retrieving the wooden crate and all other materials from the front of the class, Henric quickly started on working on his mini composting project.Hmm.. did he forgot something? Oh...right! Gloves! He put them on before shoveling more soil into his crate. He sneaked a glance towards his classmates and wondered how they fair.Ohh... His friends seemed to be conversing well on the other side, he wondered if he could gatecrash into their conversation but in the end...he decided against it. He would just continue with his compost project..alone...and quietly then.
After retrieving the wooden crate and all other materials from the front of the class, Henric quickly started on working on his mini composting project.Hmm.. did he forgot something? Oh...right! Gloves! He put them on before shoveling more soil into his crate. He sneaked a glance towards his classmates and wondered how they fair.Ohh... His friends seemed to be conversing well on the other side, he wondered if he could gatecrash into their conversation but in the end...he decided against it. He would just continue with his compost project..alone...and quietly then.
Candice was done with her crate.
Waiting. She was waiting for the next instruction from the Professor.
Waiting made her bored and hungry. And she just remembered that she didn't eat anything before coming here. She was playing with her pen when her eyes landed on Henric who looked like a kicked puppy. "You know you only need to cover the bottom of the wood thingy." See, look at her pretty crate. The bottom was covered with dirt evenly.
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So today they're gonna learn to compost? To be honest, Ava was quite disappointed. Not because she didn't want to deal with dirt and garbage (in fact, she didn't really mind), but she kinda hoped that they're gonna deal with cool plants like devil's snare or venomous tentacula. Maybe next time, Burton.
Putting on her dragonhide gloves, the young lioness grabbed a wooden crate for herself. Next, she scooped some soil and put it on her crate as the base of the soil. Done! And then... what's next?
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Waiting. She was waiting for the next instruction from the Professor.
Waiting made her bored and hungry. And she just remembered that she didn't eat anything before coming here. She was playing with her pen when her eyes landed on Henric who looked like a kicked puppy. "You know you only need to cover the bottom of the wood thingy." See, look at her pretty crate. The bottom was covered with dirt evenly.
Did he hear something beside him? He pretended to swat something on his ear and resume patting on the soil evenly. Once he finished, he 'finally' looked up at her."Oh its just you...I thought a bee just came by...and it kept buzzing in my ear,its getting annoying honestly,"he smirked and shrugged. Henric eyed her crate and rolled his eyes,"I think mine looks okay,what's wrong with it?"
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Hady had no trouble now keeping up with her note taking. When everything that had been said was written down she returned the parchment and quill to inside her bag. It was time to move on and make some compost.
Tugging on her glove that she had removed earlier to take down notes once more she was ready. All the flowers being handed out around her by others (Yes she noticed the one her bestie had given to Maggie and the whole curtsy and bow thing going on) confused her. Blinking a few times Hady rubbed her arm with a hand before making her way up front.
Collecting a crate she returned to her work area and quietly added some soil into her crate. Just enough to fully cover the bottom. There. Done. Working alone was just fine with her.
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In a flash Olympia was a cross to the table grabbing a crate along with everything else that she needed. Sooo.. they were gonna make compost. Hm. Olympia found this odd, but Professor Myers seemed to be really excited about it? Pulling her gloves onto her hands, the lioness set about transferring the soil into her crate.
After a few moments, dusting off her gloves, Olympia peered round the Greenhouse at the other students. Some, like herself, seemed to have just finished filling up their crate but others were still working. Others also seemed to be working by themselves and this caused her to relax about working alone. At least she wasn't the only one.
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Paul was patting his dirt, PLAYING with his dirt, imagining little worm families building little worm homes in it...how fun. He wondered if he should write a children's book about worm families....
He could make a lot of money for that, if it was popular enough. Pfffft.
OH! He had a hand--well a hand in the air--ZEKE BROWNE! Paul nodded at him and stood up to stride towards him...glancing around a bit...making sure all was well with the other students. Was everyone ENJOYING this? No? NO?
Paul thought for a moment..."Well...plants actually have these litttttttle tiny molecules...located in their cells...that can taste and tell if a certain substance contains nitrate," He informed him. "But the magical plants---some of them literally CAN taste--which I find so cool, you know?" Another cool plant fact..."Some plants can even taste what kind of caterpillar is chewing on them...from the spit."
PLANTS MAN!
"Uh huh..." ..... a simple 'yes' would have sufficed, he thought, when Professor Myers gave his response.
He was LOST at the very mention of molecules and things with nitrate, but when he said that some magical plants could LITERALLY taste things then that was all he needed to know. "Thanks, Professor." Yep. Thanks for clarifying that point for him.
AND... because he was taking such great care with his work this lesson, he made sure to pat down the soil in his crate. It seemed to be what everyone else was going.
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Phillip eyed the list on the blackboard. EYED IT. Especially the parts about manure. Soil was DISGUSTING. If Myers thought that he was going to go anywhere NEAR any of the manures, he was wrong. W R O N G.
He was, however, going to get the wooden thing up from the front.
So, getting up, the first year headed over to grab himself a crate before heading back towards his desk again. The first step was prettyyyyy simple so the boy wasn't complaining just yet. The gloves were strapped on because, well, he wasn't going to get any of this stuff on his HANDS. Once that was done, he grabbed a whole BUNCH of soil and dumped it into his crate, patting it down as he went along. Dump and pat, dump and pat..........
............. Was this enough? No? Let's continue.
Once the crate was filled roughly halfway up, Phillip gave the soil a last few pats. Was it too much? Too little? Eh. Only Merlin knew at this point.
Angel went over and got one of the wooden boxes and then she went back to her seat, now this was going to be funny, she loved Herbology but this was one thing that she didn't really like compos was weird and normally her mother did that for her because she wasn't keen on that, though maybe if she was going to go exploring then she should but even then would she be planting any plants.
Angel looked at the box and then started to full it up with soil, she put loads in but then had a feeling she might have done it wrong. "Professor is that too much?" Angel thought she'd ask someone with a lot of experience in these situations.
Norah scooped soil into her crate until it was about halfway full, patting it down with the heel of her gloved hand. Was that enough? Too much? Too little?
She watched Professor Myers fill his own wooden thing, trying to crane her neck to see around him to make sure she had enough.
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