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Post by Karina Tidland on May 19, 2014 1:11:24 GMT -5
Beyond the main Greenhouses intended strictly for classrooms, a plethora of plants were kept crammed within a few dusty houses. These provided extra research for NEWT students, trade in Hogsmeade, or personal reasons for the professor at present. There was an unwritten scroll of rules for these buildings: while they were not locked, they were not meant for tampering; more so, any said tampering could result in damage that if done, and death didn't claim you, Detention would. Clearly, then, marvelous and mysterious herbs, plants, and trees awaited to show off to any keen visitor.
A Sunday today, one playing fair weather wise. A warm sun unobstructed by clouds for the first day this Spring, yet a slight chilly wind blowing wisps of hair among all students. Karina, travelling this mid-evening by combination of skipping and running, always beat mother nature by shoving her head out Ravenclaw tower each morning, snowing or not (a light fall or a snowstorm meant all the difference of attire), and taking in what she observed: how many clouds? how hard did the wind slap her face? what was off in the distance? She appreciated the outdoors thoroughly. This morning she tugged on a pair of cargo pants and a shirt at random, throwing a baby blue robe over, undone, to beat that chill. She had taken a mid-afternoon nap, a belly full of fried tomatoes, casserole, and several rolls, upon the grounds, thrown pebbles at some first years stranded in the lake, then chuckled all the way to her next destination.
Karina's intentions were to prod the unknown plants until they got feisty, which when bored of such, make haste to find her prize. This prize would aid to a plot still not finished, one feeding into her fantasies of experimenting between plants, between animals, and between the both. Today's find would suit either. Slowing, her head tilted to the number painted towards the buildings' roofs. Slipping in, her arm instinctively wiped her brow, the place was stuffy with trapped heat, and these plants were hardly spaced out in rows only big enough to move by tiptoeing sideways. Immediately, she was accosted by sharp thorns, just nicking the robe without a clear scratch. She didn't have to be attacked twice, and hurriedly she scooted down the row to the first plant that didn't move. It was just a small sapling, actually, that she knew as larch. Perhaps one of the older students was in training as a wandmaker, or maybe mastering in wand woods. Beyond that, Karina had no more interest. Nearby, the datura plant, capable of severe hallucinations and handled not even bare handed simply because of fear of the effects. Even Karina was tempted; her intentions were not for actual harm, nor ever quite dark.
This went on for twenty minutes more: some creatures merely thrashed, others lashed out with vines and thorns and unidentifiable parts, while others took some dangerous magical mind control on the young girl, who had her wits about her not to linger ever too long. However, she did have plant cutters and a dragon hide bag hanging at her sides, hands at some point having fit into a pair of her fathers gloves, a moment that was approaching more from uncomfortability with heat than boredom.
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Post by Henry Watson on Jun 5, 2014 0:36:37 GMT -5
The sun was, in Henry's opinion, far too bright today. He had spent all morning and the better part of the afternoon holed up in his dormitory with his four poster curtains drawn tightly shut. This was undoubtedly the worst hangover he'd had in his life. It never lasted this long. He'd had to refill his glass of water that he'd kept by his bed seven times, and left his bed only to throw up twice. He tried to think back to the night before, but ninety percent of it was a blur.
Henry had ventured off to Hogsmeade once again. He needed to sort out his thoughts, and he thought it was best to do so with some firewhisky. Alcohol always got his creative sparks going, and maybe this time it would provide him answers. One or two glasses of firewhisky turned into six or seven, and that was the last he remembered. He'd been having a grand time at the bar with Rosmerta and a few other young ladies from the village. They thought that his muggle upbringing was simply charming. But something about the whole night had just been off. Maybe it was just the exorbitant amount of alcohol he consumed, but Henry didn't feel quite right.
Truthfully, Henry wouldn't have left his bed if he didn't have to meet the herbology professor about a homework he had missed. Luckily, he was allowed to make it up, but he also had to come to greenhouse four for extra credit. On a Sunday, no less. And his hangover made it no better. Steeling himself, Henry rose from his bed for the first time in at least an hour, and swayed on the spot. He hopped in the shower, vomiting only once more, and made himself presentable for his extra credit lesson. He slid sunglasses onto his nose, knowing that being outside would be unbearable at best. Steeling himself for the worst, Henry left Gryffindor tower and set off for the greenhouses.
He didn't pay attention to where he was going. Mostly, Henry was concentrating on the pounding headache he just couldn't get rid of. He was sure that this was what it felt like to be stabbed in the skull. Why hadn't someone come up with a hangover potion yet? This was the wizarding world after all. These thoughts distracted Henry as he pushed open the door to the greenhouse. He expected to be alone-- he was early for the extra credit opportunity-- but was ashamed to find that he was not. "Hey, what are you doing here," Henry started. But then, he looked around and realized that he was definitely not in the correct greenhouse. These plants were unfamiliar to him, as was the girl tending to them. "What... what the hell is this place?" he managed to get out. His head was pounding still, and conversation did not help his cause.
tag:Karina Tidland
ooc; I figured that Henry would be the person you would detest the most so who better to annoy you with <#
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Post by Karina Tidland on Jul 21, 2014 1:43:14 GMT -5
The moment needed to be now, Karina could not stand another moment in the greenhouse. One glance in each of the directions gave no sight of another creature, and with surety crept towards her target plant of choice. The section she halted in front of contained rows of boxes of flowers, beginning at the opposite end with the most active and leading to her end with the most still. She peered at an unattractive pale, purple and limp like flower, lowering the cutters to snip near the roots.
The question of Henry's startled her, and her whole body jerked. However, she kept face and overall composure, forcing herself to calmly lower the cutters and casually look in his direction. She gave a quizzical glance in response to his questions, and then proceeded to immediately judge him. He just had that look and air of being a daft prat, perhaps often confused of his own existence. How did he manage to stumble in here?
"A greenhouse," Karina answered dryly, shifting to an 'are you serious?' look. She had no idea if he meant anything else, it was just a place for plants. Sure, one had just erupted in spewing out a thick liquid all upon the floor near it, but it was not a mysterious matter. Jeez, Henry did look awful, she suddenly noted. She automatically assumed he deserved it. Older boys were jerks and she did not quite recognize or know this one, but she had a task at hand and he was being most rude with his interruption. Finally, she offered, "Are you lost?"
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Post by Karina Tidland on Aug 17, 2015 18:59:16 GMT -5
bumpity bump
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