June 1st - June 19th
It's almost summer! The last few weeks of school have come, and students will need to study hard for their final exams! Don't let up yet, or your grades won't be what you want them to. Of course, the weather is almost perfect and pristine, in attempts to lure students away from their studies.
Herbology // 1st-2nd Years // Late November
The first real freezing day of fall, and Kaniliel knew she would be welcoming some pretty numbed up students in a few minute's time. She herself had kept to the humid warmth of the greenhouses for the past few days, only braving the cold for two of the three mealtimes.
Kaniliel had been going through basic concepts and plantcare rules with her yearlings, and could now move on to some more interesting things. She had a project in mind that could incorporate all of the basic skills they had been learning in their textbooks. Memorization was one thing, but putting the knowledge into practical form was a completely different story. She would then know who really understood, and who was still struggling.
Kaniliel was still worried sick about Jake Mitchell. Terrance wouldn't let her in, and simply took the herbs she delivered at the door without allowing her a single peek. It angered her, and she was getting rather upset with the matron, but she reasoned that he had an extremely good reason for his behaviour.
As the first batch of shivering students filed in, Kaniliel dismissed her worrisome thoughts and put on her usual beaming smile. Teaching was her one remedy for all evil thoughts, and it worked wonders.
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Re: Herbology // 1st-2nd Years // Late November
"Why couldn't the greenhouses be indoors or something?" Brid complained to herself as she tugged her blue-and-silver scarf up to cover her nose better. She knew fully well that that would defeat the purpose of greenhouses, since they needed to catch the sun or something like that, but she still couldn't help but wish that there was even a covered corridor between the main castle and the greenhouses. Whoever had designed this building had serious problems, she'd long ago decided, and this was one more thing to add to her 'Problems with Hogwarts castle' list. Shaking her head slightly, Brid glanced up at the sky, almost wishing that it would snow, just so that it could be a 'good cold'. Being cold sucked, but snow made it better - at least then they could have snowball fights and things like that. However, it hadn't snowed yet, and now she was just stuck being cold. At least the Hogwarts uniforms were warm - sweaters and scarves and things like that. Robes weren't nearly as cold as she had thought they would be either, though when it was windy they had the tendency to blow open.
It was a relief to finally reach the Greenhouse, and she pushed open the door and raced inside as quickly as she could without appearing to be rushing indoors. She had the feeling that she didn't succeed, however, but pretended not to notice as she turned around and took her seat, saying,
"G'morning, Professor," She smiled shivered a bit, only beginning to warm up.
Re: Herbology // 1st-2nd Years // Late November
That morning was not one of Angel's best. First her alarm doesn't go off, and her roommates don't bother to wake her. When she finally woke, she had ten minutes to get ready. That meant she wouldn't be able to get a shower that morning. Angerily she dressed and went down for breakfast. Angel has always been one of those people who needed at least ten minutes to eat. So she always planned fifteen minutes to eat, due to her own slowness.
After she finished eating the only thing they were serving, oatmeal, she got up. Another bad thing of the morning. Oatmeal was the one dish she hated above all else. She stopped back by her dormatory where she found her cloak, scarf, mittens, and her herbology stuff waiting for her on her bed. She had done something right so far. Huzzah. Making her way toward the greenhouses, Angel wished there was something for the cold. That bitter, angry winter was waiting, and he was already sending as much as he could their way.
Finally reaching the green house, Angel was happy to see she wasn't the first one there. However, the student there was a ravenclaw. Angel decided to just go to her spot and act timid. "Good morning professor." she spoke softly. Angel had led Professor Hymnwood to believe she was a soft-spoken, shy girl. She tried to not destroy that image. However, she was still arrogent enough to show that she was not one to associate much with the other houses. Angel would much rather keep to herself.
Re: Herbology // 1st-2nd Years // Late November
Bloody freaking hell. Something had to be done about Peeves. He was a disgrace to the wizarding world. The scoundrel of the universe. The most annoying, disgusting, rancid "ghost" (if he could even be called that) that Breena had ever had her displeasure to meet. But seriously.
That morning had been going fine for Breena. She had woken up, showered, dressed, brushed her teeth, applied a small amount of make up (she was always under the impression that she needed it) and then combed her hair through and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She had eaten her favorite assortment of food at breakfast, and had for once finished in time with absolutely no rush to get to her first class oft he day, Herbology. Yet somehow, her perfect sequence of events had been rudely interrupted by none other than Peeves the Poltergeist. When she had been making her way out of the Entrance Hall toward the grounds, he had been oh so kind to dump a considerable amount of freezing cold water on her head. Now her hair was soaked and clinging to her face, her robes were drenched, and she was positively freezing.
Finally making her trek across the grounds, shivering like a leaf all the way down, Breena reached for the handle of the greenhouse, and pulled the door open, reavealing to those that were already in class that she looked like a sodden, abandoned puppy that no one loved. Closing the door behind her, Breena was very happy to realize that the temperature in the greenhouse was considerably warmer than it was outside, but then again that was expected, seeing as the flowers would die if they were as cold as the grounds. Good morning indeed...
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