|
|
Post by Shendeth Potter on Mar 7, 2011 20:52:56 GMT -5
Long shadows striped the grass as Shendeth walked across the grounds. Classes had ended for the day an hour or two ago, but of course they had nearly arrived back in the common room before he'd noticed that he'd forgotten his stuff back in the greenhouses; Herbology had been the last class for the Slytherin fourth years. So with a sigh he'd turned back around and set off to retrace his earlier steps alone, figuring it best to go and get it now. Shendeth wasn't a forgetful person, but hey, that happened to everyone at times. At the moment the grounds seemed pretty deserted, though it was still daytime.
Upon reaching the greenhouse, he pushed on the door to find it open. The fresh smell of earth and growing things greeted him as always. It was empty, the only moving thing being a plant in one corner. Taking a few steps inside and letting the door close behind him Shendeth spotted the backpack left under a table but didn't rush to pick it up. Herbology was his favorite class save for maybe Potions. It probably wasn't the most useful subject but all the same.. the greenhouses had always been a favorite place at the school. It was nicer now that it was quiet and there wasn't a class going on.
Moving slowly down the path between rows of magical plants he approached the pot in the corner belonging to the one with tendrils that could reach out and move nearly as fast as any person could move their arms. He wasn't planning on staying here long but it couldn't hurt to look around for a minute. Reaching out a hand he touched the plant hesitantly, watching it. It didn't seem to hold his attention too much, but not looking at the door, at first he only vaguely sensed somebody coming in. |
|
|
|
Post by shane on Mar 13, 2011 17:10:58 GMT -5
Bundling her sweater closer around her as a cool September breeze swept through the ground, Eloise Shane made her way to the green house. Having changed out of her school robes as soon as classes end, Eloise was dressed in her favourite jeans, a well-worn pair with an intricately beaded red and orange dragon that wrapped around the length of her left leg, and a red sweater, the hood pulled over her head. It was one of her less flamboyant outfits, but it held up well again the autumn weather.
She was humming. Eloise sometimes felt like there was an orchestra in her heart would overflow with music and had to be released through song. But as confidant as she normally was, she was uncharacteristically self-conscious of her singing. Mostly, she thought, because I’m tone deaf. So she sought secluded spaces to sing. The green house was a perfect, usually empty after classes were finished, and she’d heard somewhere that plants grew better when they were spoken or sung to.
Reaching the glass panelled structure, Eloise pushed open the door, her cherry red lips pulling up in a smile as a rush of warms met her when she stepped in. “Hello all,” she said, her gaze sweeping across the rows of plants and froze as she saw a boy standing by the end of one. “Oh,” was all she managed to get out, surprised to see someone else there.
|
|
|
|
Post by Shendeth Potter on Mar 13, 2011 21:07:49 GMT -5
A voice brought Shendeth out of his thoughts, and he spun around to see a girl standing in the entrance to the greenhouse. Walking away from the plant before it could try to strangle him while his back was turned he approached her. Keeping back a little he stopped slightly more than halfway across the small greenhouse they were in. If she was planning on being there for a while he saw no point in staying around and watching her. She wasn't a friend as far as he knew.
Looking the intruder over somewhat critically he tried to remember who she was. He'd seen her before; although exactly what her name was escaped him he knew she was in his year. She wasn't wearing her school robes so he couldn't tell for sure what House she was in but it wasn't the same one as him; she was a Hufflepuff if Shendeth was not mistaken. And he rarely was.
A Hufflepuff girl, and she had talked to the plants. Wonderful. At least he hadn't done that. He stared down somewhat haughtily at her surprised face. He wasn't going to start picking on her or being really mean; if she was friendly he wouldn't object. But you couldn't be a Slytherin and very nice to everyone on first meeting. "Hello." he said with a slight smirk. |
|
