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Paul couldn't lie to himself anymore; he hated his office. Well, hate was such a strong word. But really, he didn't like meeting with students in there. It was so stifling to conversation so...not fun. And so, he would keep his office the same, of course, but only spend time in there when he needed absolutely concentration grading papers or doing his own research. He would NOT be meeting with students in there anymore. Just...no.
The waiting area that had previously held those flower chairs that most students seemed to not like...was transformed into the meeting space, but the students must knock on the door to be let inside now. And he would only meet with students in here becaaaaaause there was something very special he was going to with this room.
Paul would make it different, every three months. Fun things, too. He had plenty of ideas, yes! But for now, the room looks normal if not for the TRAMPOLINE ACTING AS THE FLOOR. It was the perfect spot to relax in peace, to mellow out. Paul might even let students chill in here without a reason to speak to him, too, if they're well behaved enough.
OOC: I apologize deeply for not having a normal office .___. Have your character knock and Paul will let them in, all in this thread.
Carlton listened INTENTLY to professor Myers, hanging on his every word. The bit about the fire seeds needing water still confused him but he was satisfied with the answer he got.
There was one little misunderstanding though. He reached over and jabbed his finger at The Very Important Point Number 3. "No, professor, why did they leave? The seeds! Why did they leave that cave in the first place?" Because hadn't he said they had lived there earlier and then mysteriously disappeared? "What happened to them before? Could it happen again? What if it's an unsafe enviroment?" What if they needed protection...
He bounced a little in place as he contemplated. "Do you think the centaurs could swing by the cave to check in on them, professor? Do the centaurs like plants?" Because Carlton did.
Truth be told, he was disappointed that he wasn't allowed to keep a fire bush in his dorm but he supposed it was because of safety reasons or other things that adults liked to preach to him about. "It would be nice to have something in the greenhouse." He added quietly. It didn't have to be a fire bush because then maybe he would have to enter greenhouse number four. Shudder. But something small would be nice.
Carlton was surprised professor Myers wanted to keep the drawing mainly because Carlton didn't know how to draw. But he felt VERY special that the professor wanted it. "You like the drawing?" He puffed out his chest and with a solemn expression, he nodded. "Yes professor. Yes, you may keep it."
Oh.
Well. Yes. That. Um. Ahem.
Paul cleared his throat. "They were...taken by something. Or someone. The centaurs don't know." He said, but Paul had his own.....theories that he wouldn't be sharing with a first year. "Yes, the centaurs will be checking up on them from time to time..." he liiiiiiied through his teeth so as to not distress the child. He would of course ASK Thereos to check on them if he ever happened to be in the VICINITY...but not to go out of his way. But again, the boy didn't need to know any of this. Not at all. NOPE.
"Well, what do you want in the greenhouse, then, m'boy?" he asked gently with a smile. "And if you keep something in there, it is YOUR responsibility ENTIRELY to take care of it, understand?" he didn't say it sternly, more matter-of-factly. Paul had a million other plants to take care of!
HEHEHHE. The Flame was SO CUTE. Paul took it and nodded. "I love it. I will cherish it always...and...you know, you can draw me pictures ANYTIME." Because he needed more artwork in his office, surely.
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a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
SPOILER!!: Papa Plant
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Originally Posted by kayquilz
Oh.
Well. Yes. That. Um. Ahem.
Paul cleared his throat. "They were...taken by something. Or someone. The centaurs don't know." He said, but Paul had his own.....theories that he wouldn't be sharing with a first year. "Yes, the centaurs will be checking up on them from time to time..." he liiiiiiied through his teeth so as to not distress the child. He would of course ASK Thereos to check on them if he ever happened to be in the VICINITY...but not to go out of his way. But again, the boy didn't need to know any of this. Not at all. NOPE.
"Well, what do you want in the greenhouse, then, m'boy?" he asked gently with a smile. "And if you keep something in there, it is YOUR responsibility ENTIRELY to take care of it, understand?" he didn't say it sternly, more matter-of-factly. Paul had a million other plants to take care of!
HEHEHHE. The Flame was SO CUTE. Paul took it and nodded. "I love it. I will cherish it always...and...you know, you can draw me pictures ANYTIME." Because he needed more artwork in his office, surely.
WAIT, WHAT?!
Taken? THEY WERE TAKEN? "That's CRUELTY!" What was it called... Animal cruelty? "Plant cruelty." Who was the meeeeeeeean person that had snatched up all the fire bushes? "What a selfish person." Wanting all of the fire seeds for themself. "But it's good that the centaurs are patrolling the caves. Makes me happy. That will probably keep the nasty firebush thief from stealing all the fire seeds that we planted." BEAM.
Carlton leaned forward, eyes wide with excitement. "I can actually have something in the greenhouse?! OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY!" He was bouncing again. Now what would he pick? He didn't know anything about plants! He just wanted to know. "I understand, it is my responsibility entirely, got it, professor! Only... I don't know any plants." Pout. "I want a magical one! What magical plant can I have, professor?!" He was just all excitement now.
"I will remember that you want more drawings, professor." Carlton nodded, seriously. So fun! A fan.
Taken? THEY WERE TAKEN? "That's CRUELTY!" What was it called... Animal cruelty? "Plant cruelty." Who was the meeeeeeeean person that had snatched up all the fire bushes? "What a selfish person." Wanting all of the fire seeds for themself. "But it's good that the centaurs are patrolling the caves. Makes me happy. That will probably keep the nasty firebush thief from stealing all the fire seeds that we planted." BEAM.
Carlton leaned forward, eyes wide with excitement. "I can actually have something in the greenhouse?! OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY!" He was bouncing again. Now what would he pick? He didn't know anything about plants! He just wanted to know. "I understand, it is my responsibility entirely, got it, professor! Only... I don't know any plants." Pout. "I want a magical one! What magical plant can I have, professor?!" He was just all excitement now.
"I will remember that you want more drawings, professor." Carlton nodded, seriously. So fun! A fan.
Paul did not laugh at that even though he really wanted to. "Well...I think the....thing that took them might not have been entirely human." Wellllllllll. He wasn't going to completely lie. "Fire seeds are used in potions...very useful in certain ones, too," he nodded. "Centaurs are good protectors of the forest. They want no harm to come to it," he spoke softly.
Did Carlton ever run out of energy? Paul enjoyed it, but WHEW. The boy must sleep well, mhmm. That accounted for how he had SOOOOO much of it all the time. "I can help you pick one. Do you want...a flower, a bush...or a tree? A fern?" he grinned. "There's a lot to choose from. And I Have an array of plants already, but I might not have what you want, and then I'd have to order it. Which isn't a problem at all! Just thought I'd let you know."
Paul would loooooove more drawings.... HINT HINT HINT.
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It was hard to resist a trampoline floor. Paul knew this. Maybe there were other motives for having the kid come to his meeting space after class.
Aaaaand Paul chuckled to himself. "If I had done that, I would have broke my back," and then bYE BYE HERBOLOGY PROFESSOR, HOGWARTS. "You're still young and full of LIFE though." He was smiling as he ploppppped down on his bottom. "Continue bouncing if you want...I just want to ask you some....questions." Ahem.
Like.....
"So I assume you've seen that word 'horcrux' somewhere...." Possibly a book. Textbook. That sort of thing. Aaaaand he was reminded of the metal he wanted the boy to decorate. He supposed he would bring that up in just a moment though. Let's get through this horcrux business first.
The first year felt GUILTY and HORRIBLE for his initial reaction thoughts to his Head of House's words, and if he were a house elf he would have promptly ironed his hands and his ears. But thankfully for everyone involved he was not and thus he just continued to bounce about while keeping his thoughts to himself.
Bounce bounce bounce bounce.
"Yup," he offered in reply. "Few places-s-s actually."
Still...low key bouncing...VERY low key...
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SPOILER!!: Papa Plant
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Paul did not laugh at that even though he really wanted to. "Well...I think the....thing that took them might not have been entirely human." Wellllllllll. He wasn't going to completely lie. "Fire seeds are used in potions...very useful in certain ones, too," he nodded. "Centaurs are good protectors of the forest. They want no harm to come to it," he spoke softly.
Did Carlton ever run out of energy? Paul enjoyed it, but WHEW. The boy must sleep well, mhmm. That accounted for how he had SOOOOO much of it all the time. "I can help you pick one. Do you want...a flower, a bush...or a tree? A fern?" he grinned. "There's a lot to choose from. And I Have an array of plants already, but I might not have what you want, and then I'd have to order it. Which isn't a problem at all! Just thought I'd let you know."
Paul would loooooove more drawings.... HINT HINT HINT.
Carlton leaned forward, curious but also feeling slightly uneasy. The fire thief wasn't entirely human? Spooky. He didn't like the fact that there was someone, or something walking around in the forbidden forest stealing fire seeds to use in potions. Sounded like some kind of evil master plan. Which meant him, papa Plant and all the centaurs were the good guys. He smiled and nodded at the professor. "Good. It feels good to have the centaurs there." Even though Carlton would never have the courage to talk to them or even look at them, he was very pleased they were guarding the caves.
"A flower! NO! A bush! No wait! A tree. I want a tree." There were so much to chose from! Flail. But Carlton wanted a tree. Or a flower. Or a bush. Holy cow it was hard to decide. "I don't want a plant that eats other plants." That was too morbid for his liking. "Is there such a thing as magical fruit, professor Myers? What does magical trees do, professor? Can magical trees grow magical fruit? I wondered what they would taste like... ALSO- Do you think plants understand what we tell them? Because I told the fire seeds they would be OK and they seemed to believe me, sir." And now he was talking about fire seeds again. Off topic. AGAIN.
"What's your favorite plant, professor? How do I choose what to have in the greenhouse?!" All the questions.
The first year felt GUILTY and HORRIBLE for his initial reaction thoughts to his Head of House's words, and if he were a house elf he would have promptly ironed his hands and his ears. But thankfully for everyone involved he was not and thus he just continued to bounce about while keeping his thoughts to himself.
Bounce bounce bounce bounce.
"Yup," he offered in reply. "Few places-s-s actually."
Still...low key bouncing...VERY low key...
Paul nodded. "And...what do you think it is? Why did you think I had made one?" he asked gently. He was sure plenty of children knew the word, especially once they started perusing through textbooks and whatnot.
He was still feeling borderline offended >.> Ahem.
So please explain, Derf.
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Originally Posted by potterobsessionist
Carlton leaned forward, curious but also feeling slightly uneasy. The fire thief wasn't entirely human? Spooky. He didn't like the fact that there was someone, or something walking around in the forbidden forest stealing fire seeds to use in potions. Sounded like some kind of evil master plan. Which meant him, papa Plant and all the centaurs were the good guys. He smiled and nodded at the professor. "Good. It feels good to have the centaurs there." Even though Carlton would never have the courage to talk to them or even look at them, he was very pleased they were guarding the caves.
"A flower! NO! A bush! No wait! A tree. I want a tree." There were so much to chose from! Flail. But Carlton wanted a tree. Or a flower. Or a bush. Holy cow it was hard to decide. "I don't want a plant that eats other plants." That was too morbid for his liking. "Is there such a thing as magical fruit, professor Myers? What does magical trees do, professor? Can magical trees grow magical fruit? I wondered what they would taste like... ALSO- Do you think plants understand what we tell them? Because I told the fire seeds they would be OK and they seemed to believe me, sir." And now he was talking about fire seeds again. Off topic. AGAIN.
"What's your favorite plant, professor? How do I choose what to have in the greenhouse?!" All the questions.
HALP.
The indecisiveness made Paul chuckle. "Magical fruit? I have some color changing roses..." he said with an eyebrow wiggle. He thought maybe Carlton would enjoy that. "If you're interested in those..." and they were fairly easy to take care of, too, so he needn't worry about that.
Um. Paul just smiled. "I think they do a little bit. I'm not sure they can understand words as much as feel our...aura, our vibe." And he truly believed that, too. "Our tone of voice..like animals, I guess."
SO MANY QUESTIONS THOUGH, OMG. Paul thought it endearing for now, and he didn't know WHAT plant was his favorite because there were so many GOOD ONES. "I...that's hard. I"m not sure I can answer. I enjoy fleshing eating firs....I like floo flowers..." he felt like a LAME Herbologist, not even able to name a favorite plant! "My husband and I have a vineyard...so I really do enjoy grape vines, too. But that's more his thing than mine." He chuckled.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
SPOILER!!: Papa Plant
Quote:
Originally Posted by kayquilz
The indecisiveness made Paul chuckle. "Magical fruit? I have some color changing roses..." he said with an eyebrow wiggle. He thought maybe Carlton would enjoy that. "If you're interested in those..." and they were fairly easy to take care of, too, so he needn't worry about that.
Um. Paul just smiled. "I think they do a little bit. I'm not sure they can understand words as much as feel our...aura, our vibe." And he truly believed that, too. "Our tone of voice..like animals, I guess."
SO MANY QUESTIONS THOUGH, OMG. Paul thought it endearing for now, and he didn't know WHAT plant was his favorite because there were so many GOOD ONES. "I...that's hard. I"m not sure I can answer. I enjoy fleshing eating firs....I like floo flowers..." he felt like a LAME Herbologist, not even able to name a favorite plant! "My husband and I have a vineyard...so I really do enjoy grape vines, too. But that's more his thing than mine." He chuckled.
"Color changing roses..." Carlton repeated, dropping his jaw a little. That was really a thing? Magic was awesome. "I.... Yes. I am interested in those." He was very interested indeed. What colors did they change into? How many colors were they? Did the type of soil matter for different colors? Carlton had so many questions but he decided to give professor Myers some breathing space. His sister told him that people felt overwhelmed with the amount of question he blurted out. But if he didn't ask, he would never learn! Flail. "Now WHERE would I aquire said roses?"
His eyes widened at the choice of plant. He'd never heard of that one. It sounded scary though. "Flesh-eating fir." He repeated. "Does it... Does it eat humans, though professor Myers?" Because Carlton was a very tiny human and he did not want to get eaten by a plant in the greenhouse. Whether it was Papa Plant's favorite or not.
"Vineyard." Carlton repeated. Really, it just felt like professor Myers was talking and Carlton was repeating everything he said. But there was just so many words he'd never heard before! Who knew? "Yup. I don't know what that is. I'm sure it's a wonderful flower."
"Color changing roses..." Carlton repeated, dropping his jaw a little. That was really a thing? Magic was awesome. "I.... Yes. I am interested in those." He was very interested indeed. What colors did they change into? How many colors were they? Did the type of soil matter for different colors? Carlton had so many questions but he decided to give professor Myers some breathing space. His sister told him that people felt overwhelmed with the amount of question he blurted out. But if he didn't ask, he would never learn! Flail. "Now WHERE would I aquire said roses?"
His eyes widened at the choice of plant. He'd never heard of that one. It sounded scary though. "Flesh-eating fir." He repeated. "Does it... Does it eat humans, though professor Myers?" Because Carlton was a very tiny human and he did not want to get eaten by a plant in the greenhouse. Whether it was Papa Plant's favorite or not.
"Vineyard." Carlton repeated. Really, it just felt like professor Myers was talking and Carlton was repeating everything he said. But there was just so many words he'd never heard before! Who knew? "Yup. I don't know what that is. I'm sure it's a wonderful flower."
He thought Carlton would enjoy the roses. "There are some in the greenhouses, m'boy!" In Greenhouse one or two? Paul thought it was one. Probably one, since they were easy and friendly. "But we can make you your own little pot of them that are YOURS for you to take care of." Taking care of plants taught responsibility and accountability. So he was a fan of the practice for students.
Paul LAAAUUGHEDDD. It reminded him of the time he had "saved" Damien Anderson-Belfort from the fleshing eating fir. "No...they merely eat other plants, other leaves. So..flesh eating for...plants. Cannibals." How interesting they were. "They will pull us into them to see if we are plants, though, but they do not harm us. They have no desire for our flesh."
Wait, did Carlton thing a grape vine was a flower?! "What do you mean....?" he asked suddenly, a little CONCERNED.
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a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
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Originally Posted by kayquilz
He thought Carlton would enjoy the roses. "There are some in the greenhouses, m'boy!" In Greenhouse one or two? Paul thought it was one. Probably one, since they were easy and friendly. "But we can make you your own little pot of them that are YOURS for you to take care of." Taking care of plants taught responsibility and accountability. So he was a fan of the practice for students.
Paul LAAAUUGHEDDD. It reminded him of the time he had "saved" Damien Anderson-Belfort from the fleshing eating fir. "No...they merely eat other plants, other leaves. So..flesh eating for...plants. Cannibals." How interesting they were. "They will pull us into them to see if we are plants, though, but they do not harm us. They have no desire for our flesh."
Wait, did Carlton thing a grape vine was a flower?! "What do you mean....?" he asked suddenly, a little CONCERNED.
Carlton BEAMED at professor Myers. "My own color changing roses!" He got all dazed and dreamy eyes at that. "From a seed to a full blown flower! Thank you, professor Myers." Heart eyes.
"OH. That makes them nicer. Plant-eating-plant. Plantibals." Yes. Coined it.
And then Carlton suddenly felt self-conscious. Erm, a vineyard wasn't a magical flower? He bounced a little for good measure. "I... What is a vineyard, professor?"
Carlton BEAMED at professor Myers. "My own color changing roses!" He got all dazed and dreamy eyes at that. "From a seed to a full blown flower! Thank you, professor Myers." Heart eyes.
"OH. That makes them nicer. Plant-eating-plant. Plantibals." Yes. Coined it.
And then Carlton suddenly felt self-conscious. Erm, a vineyard wasn't a magical flower? He bounced a little for good measure. "I... What is a vineyard, professor?"
First years were just the best, weren't they? Enthusiasm...everything. So adorable. Squishy. "Yep, I can give you a seed so you can grow it aaaallllll yourself," he grinned. "Sounds like a plan. I'll procure some seeds and...contact you when the time comes to plant them!" Because he had some full grown ones in the greenhouse already. But he wanted SEEDS.
"Oh. I think I prefer Plantibal to cannibal, actually. Lets coin the term!" he teased. But really, he was a Herbology who could damn well coin a term if he wanted to!
Oh! He didn't know what a vineyard was. "A vineyard is a biiiiiiig field where grapes grow." He didn't need the rest of the explanation, eh? And he looked at his watch and sighed. "I have enjoyed our chat very much, m'boy. But I must be going to do some...rather dull work."
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First years were just the best, weren't they? Enthusiasm...everything. So adorable. Squishy. "Yep, I can give you a seed so you can grow it aaaallllll yourself," he grinned. "Sounds like a plan. I'll procure some seeds and...contact you when the time comes to plant them!" Because he had some full grown ones in the greenhouse already. But he wanted SEEDS.
"Oh. I think I prefer Plantibal to cannibal, actually. Lets coin the term!" he teased. But really, he was a Herbology who could damn well coin a term if he wanted to!
Oh! He didn't know what a vineyard was. "A vineyard is a biiiiiiig field where grapes grow." He didn't need the rest of the explanation, eh? And he looked at his watch and sighed. "I have enjoyed our chat very much, m'boy. But I must be going to do some...rather dull work."
Carlton was MORE than pleased with how this meeting had progressed. He had hoped for some answers about the fire babies seeds and now he was leaving with a promise of his very own color changing roses. He was indeed VERY proud.
He bounced once, twice, three times to get up on his feet again. "Thank you for explaining, professor Myers! And for the compliment of my drawing. And for the color changing roses."
Yes, thanks to all of the above. He did a little respectful bow at professor Myers and proceeded to bounce back the way he'd come in. "I'll see you at the next lesson, professor Myers!" He called over his shoulder as he bounced away. "Can't wait." He murmured to himself as he bounced away.
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Paul nodded. "And...what do you think it is? Why did you think I had made one?" he asked gently. He was sure plenty of children knew the word, especially once they started perusing through textbooks and whatnot.
He was still feeling borderline offended >.> Ahem.
So please explain, Derf.
What did he think it was? Er...was this a pop quiz? Derf hadn't studied!
"Uuuuuh..." he started, eyes widening considerably as he tried to figure out his wording."It's-s-s a Dark object." SUPER EMPHASIS ON DARK, OKAY?!
And then there was a looooooooooooong pause before he answered the why question though.
"Becaus-s-se..." PAUSE. "...you're a herbologis-s-st."
And not his mum and dad because they were the exception.
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