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 Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 2:42 pm
The Greenhouse
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – ... What did the teacher say about this one? Quillan stared inquisitively at the plant. To him, it looked like a cherry tree. Tilting his head to the side, Quillan attempted to see something new. Looks like a cherry tree... He observed again, his eyes then traveling to the quarter-sized red bulbs hanging from each branch. Yup... that's definitely a cherry. But obviously, he wasn't fully convinced. His head lolled to the side again as his eyes narrowed at the fruit.
Boy. He was hungry. He didn't think that anyone would notice one missing cherry--however, whether this tree was indeed a cherry tree was another question. It would make sense for a normal cherry tree to be here, after all, they were used in making wands... But what if the Professor mutated it!? Just imagining the potential stomach ache that could give him made Quillan shiver... Urghh...
Finally, he pulled himself away from the cherry tree. That would have been really yummy... He moaned to himself, his eyes taking one last longing glance back at the cherry tree. "What was I in here for again?" He pondered to himself, his eyes traveling the greenhouse. All around him there were relatively stagnant plants. But he never knew when something would come and eat his fingers off. And as much as he'd like to think it wasn't going to happen, he couldn't shake the eerie feeling he had.
It was ironic too. The sun was shining down through the opaque greenhouse walls, the air was warm and moist, and everything seemed peaceful. And called him paranoid, but that freaked Quillan out. He was anxious to find out what exactly was bewitched in here because, he knew, right when he put his guard down, something, whether it be a broom or a watering can, would burst to life, scaring him out of his Slytherin-colored socks.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 3:20 pm
Today was the day. Moa was finally going to sketch her lovely, not-dead, perfectly healthy plant. And there was nothing that was going to distract her! Moa could feel her excitement rising with every second, every step that lead her closer and closer to her goal.
Mentally, she checked herself. Sketch book, check, snacks, yup, drawing supplies, got it, colors, a quadretti- she had everything. Moa smiled, giddy. The last time she had attempted to draw her plant, it had been dead! Well, it was dying, anyway. But it was better now. She knew this, because she had checked on it yesterday. However, she'd forgotten to bring her things, but now there was nothing that was going to stop her! She was going to get it on paper, and then later paint it, and it would be wonderful. Maybe she'd even send it home, as a gift to mother and father.
She was so excited that upon reaching Greenhouse 1, the greenhouse deemed safe for all first years, Moa threw open the door, something she normally wouldn't do. But excitement had gotten the better of her, and the loud noise and the way the door decided to snap shut again made her re-think her plan.
So now, after having made the door fly open, crash, and fly shut again, Moa found herself just outside the greenhouse door on her butt on the ground.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 3:43 pm
Quillan's attention had been drawn away from his paranoia momentarily by a large, flowered plant. It's leaves were rounded and bright pink. He didn't think they learned about it in Herbeology, but then again, Quillan never found that class very interesting--aside from when they were explaining which plants were dangerous and what-not. If his memory was correct, this base-ball sized flower was completely harmless, so he drew closer.
From where he was standing, he could see the flower's organs. The stamen surrounded the carpel. Quillan learned about these at his home, and he also learned that some flowers, hopefully this one, could be self-pollinating. Perhaps it was his eleven-year-old mind, but the thought of a flower having a baby with itself was tantalizing. Quillan couldn't help but giggle to himself as his finger drew closer to the anther, ready to collect some of it's pollen on his hands when--
BOOM!
What theeee! The noise was startling, so startling that his finger had jammed into the flower. The poor thing, already terribly instable because of its flower's weight, feel loudly to the ground, it's pot breaking into several pieces. Looking down at the mess he made, panic welling up inside him, Quillan's eyes darted towards the origin of the noise. A BROOM!--oh...There he saw a girl, and from her colors, she looked to be of Hufflepuff. And with that grimace on her face, Quillan thought she couldn't have looked more adorable.
"Er... Are you alright?" It was a dumb, stereotypical question. By the time he had finished speaking, he was over near the door, offering her his hand. All around her was a massacred set of art supplies. Er...
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:32 pm
Her ears were still ringing, and she was now terribly confused... what? Moa looked around herself, taking stock. She was alive- good, and on the floor- odd. She unconsciously rubbed at her side, had it knocked into something, as she took account of her things now. They were scattered everywhere, it seemed. Some of her pencils were laying on the floor, their pouch having not been zipped up properly. A pouch of her colors had flown off, and she could just see the metallic thing peaking out from under one of the tables. Some cups and brushes were rolling slowly away from her bag, which was no longer hanging on her arm. The real mess, however, was sketches. The books had fallen out, and the loose papers had escaped their folders, or their nooks between pages.
Moa frowned. She wasn't terribly organized, but she knew where her sketches were, and she kept track of them very well. Finding the perfect spot for them all again was going to be a hassle. Moa rubbed her side again, upset, before looking up at the boy, surprised. She hadn't really expected anyone else to be in the greenhouses... even though it did seem a people liked it there.
"O-oh! Um.." Moa looked down at herself again, legs straight out, jacket falling off one arm, free-time skirt making a nice puddle around her. She certainly looked lovely. "Y-yeah, I... I'm fine... I think." She pulled her legs under her and grasped his proffered hand. After standing, she looked down at her things. More of them were smashed than she'd realized from the ground, almost all of her oil crayons were snapped in half. Frowning, Moa reached into her jacket pocket for her wand. If they were on the floor, she could at least practice one of the spells she'd learned. It was suppose to lift things off the ground, levitation. She frowned again.
"Oh... My.. my wand..." It seemed that it, too, was missing. She rubbed her side and looked over her things on the floor. It wouldn't do any good to lose that!
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:47 pm
Quillan blinked at her, his eyebrow raised. Was she stuttering? He couldn't help but wonder, was she really that startled by falling? Or was it just her personality? Now... that could be interesting... Once she accepted his hand, he pulled her up and observed the mess around them. "You said your wand is missing?" Quillan inquired, leaning down to get a better look at the floor. He planned to test her out a bit longer, his curiosity amplified by her timid deposition.
Crouching down, he ducked under one of the tables and began to gather her things, they were strewn about practically everywhere. There wasn't any spell in his power range that could possibly summon them all to him, so he simply used: "Lumos," and he was able to see underneath the greenhouse's tables. Most of her crayons appeared to be broken, but that wasn't much to cry about. A simple spell could piece them all back together, brand new--well, at least back together.
"Do you happen to know what hit you, by the way?" Quill inquired, handing her several broken crayons and then some of the scattered papers with one hand. If she tried to help, Quillan would insist otherwise--and he was ready to. She needn't be on the greenhouse floor, it was quite dirty. "Don't worry about the crayons, we can fix them--us first years can at least do that," Quillan looked up at her, testing out his 'reassuring smile' on the blushing lass. "That was quite impressive, you know... I'm not even certain what you fell on, er... what's your name?"
Quillan was in the process of handing her another set of broken crayons and papers when he heard footsteps coming from the other entrance of the greenhouse. It sounded... like heels? Crap... the flower! His eyes shot to where the broken vase laid. It was a mess. The Herbeology Professor had never been that keen about Slytherins, or so it seemed. Sure, she could probably cast a spell and repair it all, but he doubted he wouldn't get off free for poking around the greenhouse. Still on the ground, he made a move to grab the Hufflepuff girl's arm, and if he succeeded, she would fall slightly on top of him, which would break her fall, and then Quill would promptly pull them both underneath one of the tables, out of the Professor's view. However, it all rested on that one uncertain motion of grabbing her around her thin wrist. "Sorry," he mumbled, continuing to reach towards her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 8:48 pm
Moa stuffed her hands in her pockets, then in her sleeves, looking everywhere on her person that she could have put her wand. "Y-yeah... At least... I.. I don't know where it is..." Moa frowned, did she put it somewhere else? She checked her sock for good measure before bending down to pick up her bag, checking the outside pockets before placing it on one of the tables. She didn't remember putting her wand in her bag... but maybe...
Moa frowned, digging about inside and double checking the linings. The remaining compartments held no wand, nor anything similar, and Moa was worried. Wands were an important part of magic-school! She bit her lip. It was hopeless if she lost it. Running a hand through her messy hair, Moa turned from her bag to search the floor and clean up some of her spill, only to find the boy already there, gathering her things for her. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, there was no need for a stranger to go through the task of cleaning up her mess, but he asked her a question before she could form the words.
"What hit me? Ah.." She bit the inside of her cheek while she took her things from him, smiling as best as her embarrassed face would allow. "I-it was the, um... the door." She had been too excited about coming to draw her flower that, in her haste, she had slammed the door open. She really hadn't expected it to slam back in her face and knock her over. Moa flipped the flap of her bag over, before putting the papers and things in as neatly as she could.
Moa smiled, turning back to the boy who was still on the floor. He was right, of course, and, even though she was still worried about her wand, the fact that her colors hadn't been permanently damaged was a huge relief. She had a lot invested in her art supplies, even if all of it wasn't monetary.
Moa bent down to pick up one of her notebooks, and dusted it off when she stood back up. "O-oh?" Moa turned and slid the now dust free notebook into her bag. She hadn't really fallen on anything, she supposed. But her things never were very secure, and when she fell she'd dropped.. or thrown.. her bag of things. Moa smiled at the boy, reaching down to take the next set of things from him. "My n-name is, ah, it's Moa." She said, smiling slightly. She wasn't very good at names, and it always slipped her mind to ask for them, or give her's out. Moa stuffed the new things in her bag, frowning a bit when she realized that, since it was getting fuller, things were harder to stuff into it. She made a slight humming noise, something she sometimes did when thinking.
Moa felt his hand wrap around her wrist, and she turned her head to him confused, surely there was a better way to get her attention? But before she could ask, or even think to ask what it was, he was pulling her down to him. She squeaked, not really one to shout, as she fell half on-top of the red headed boy, bruised hip bumping painfully against him as she found herself on the floor of the greenhouse for the second time that day. "W-wha!?" She squeaked again as he ushered her under of the work tables quickly. Unsure of what was going on, Moa could only look about with wide eyes, silently asking garbled, confused questions.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 7:29 pm
"Shhh, I accidentally broke a pot when you came in..." Quillan tried to explain as quietly as he could, whispering into Moa's ear. He could hear the footsteps growing louder. From what he could see from under the greenhouse tables, the person had yet to see the broken flower pot. Good, good... He slowly pulled Moa deeper into the darkness, his eyes locked on the shattered clay container. Soil had exploded from the pot when it cracked and the little plant hung mournfully in it's crooked position. From where he was, he could see a little worm squirming out from the pot and onto the cold floor. It wiggled for quite some time before fully escaping the dirt. From what Quillan could tell, it looked to be a normal earthworm but he'd learn not to trust anything at Hogwarts, especially things that look normal!
Ignoring the worm for a few minutes, Quillan paused and turned to look at Moa. "Y'know, as much as I enjoy you being on my lap--you're as light as a feather--could you perhaps get off me?" He whispered to her, grinning like the little bandit he was. Sadistic as it was, Quillan was looking forward to see her blush and stutter her apologies. It was just too much fun to bear. To be quite honest, he hadn't been this engaged in anything since his cousin introduced him to the Muggle candy called Pop Rocks--Quillan had managed to enlarge them, using his father's wand, and stick them in the neighbor's pool. Sounded like fireworks, they did... He remembered, quite proud of his actions.
At that moment, the sound of footsteps continued. As they did, Quillan spotted a pair of feet in the corner of his eye. They were dressed in black little shoes which barely peeked out from the heavy green robes. "Sh..." He warned Moa, pointing out the feet to her.
Suddenly, something else caught his attention. A bag strap. Wide eyed, his vision rapidly went between Moa and the hanging strap. SHOOT! Her bag! Quillan could've smacked himself on the face. Whether or not Moa moved, he wiggled away and began crawling towards the bag. The feet were now wandering around the greenhouse, and from what he could tell, their owners were humming the same tune that the Sorting Hat had sung.
A little bit closer... Quillan mumbled, moving steadily in the direction of the bag. Finally, he got to the point where he could reach it and he anxiously stuck his hand out from under the table, groping for the strap handle. He felt cloth in his hands and felt absolutely victorious so he yanked at the cloth, ready to catch the bag with his other hand.
((BTW, up till now, I've been describing the Herbeology Professor as a female... It'll now be gender ambiguous ^^ ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 9:41 am
Moa's eyes widened and she bumped her head against the tabletop. He broke a pot? Moa wasn't really one for mischief, but he said it was an accident. Her she turned her head about, looking for the smashed pot, and gasped a little upon finding. It was one of the Professor's favorites!
"You are going to get in trouble!" She squeaked frantically in the quietest voice she could muster, which wasn't terribly quiet, and waved her hands about in the enclosed space. She would probably get in trouble as well, if not for smashing the pot herself, for dirtying the greenhouse with her art things' splinters. Or maybe for breaking the door, but it wasn't really broken... Probably not broken at all.
Moa was a bit uppity when it came to trouble, however, so even the slightest things could set her off. For instance, the Professor would probably not care a bit about the art supplies scattered across the floor, so long as she cleaned them up by the next class. However, the flower was part of a project, and most likely a different story. Though the professor was rather lax when it came to anger, Moa was almost positive they would be at least a bit upset.
When Quill's second question was asked, Moa found herself chewing on the tips of her fingers. She quickly pulled them out and wiped them on the back of her shirt. "I-I'm not.." Moa looked down at herself, still seated on the poor boy she barely knew. She was probably squishing him. She bit her lip once more and turned her head, before sliding off of him. She then pushed her hand back in her mouth and stared at the floor. This was really not her day, or, it wasn't anymore. She mumbled something at him from around her hand, but it was a jumble because of the blockage.
When he shushed her quiet blubberings, Moa tried to bury her face deeper into herself, but couldn't manage much due to her skirt. She mostly hid her face in her hair, and pushed her head closer to the floor. First she looses her things, and now she's going to get in trouble. And her face was starting to hurt from the warmth of it. She heard the professor move about the greenhouse cheerily, and had a sinking feeling. They were going to be so sad when they found the mess she's made! There was a thumping sound, but the cheery whistling persisted.
It was all her fault the greenhouse was a mess. And, uh, that flower was there too, but still. Maybe she should just go out and apologize to the Professor for the mess? Maybe the punishment wouldn't be as worse then. She really didn't want to get a detention or anything, and she was in the process of picking everything up! Really she was! And it wasn't too bad, the greenhouse would be clean within the hour, and that was with sweeping and dusting the plant leaves. Oh, she hoped they didn't mail her parents. She'd hate to disappoint them so quickly after she'd left. She was a failure of a wizard, a failure! Moa let out a quiet sob.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 5:51 pm
 Quillan had to stop himself from slapping his hand over Moa's mouth--well, because that would hurt and his mother told him never to hurt girls. And then she said something about... what was it? Maybe cooties. Yeah, cooties! That's what it--oh no! Did Quillan get cooties from touching Moa? He began to stare at the girl in front of him long and hard. I doubt it, he concluded. She didn't seem like the type of girl to have cooties--though he wasn't quite sure what that type was... But Moa wasn't it! Nope, siree! She didn't have any cooties!
Oh yeah, the professor!
Returning from his cootie-obsessed thoughts, Quillan watched the shoes so hard his eyes could've burned holes in her shoes... if he had laser vision! Wait, was there a spell that could do that? If people can become animagus... there has to be las--FOCUS!
Quillan would've smacked himself back to reality, except he was pretty sure the professor would've heard--"Mghh" Quillan's eyes darted towards Moa--was she... Sobbing? Guilt suddenly washed over him--he didn't think she would get so upset!
Scooting over to her, he quickly patted her back. "Sorry," he said with a soft, reassuring smile, not wanting to make her feel bad any longer. Thus, he rolled out of cover and pretended to pick up all the art supplies. "My bad, Professor! I tried out that drawing thing--y'know, with the pencils and everything... and it exploded," he explained with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, not exactly explode... But you know me, I start doing something... fall asleep, and then I somehow manage to make enemies and people are hitting me right and left," The Professor knew, she'd seen it before.
"I'm really sorry, I'll do a ton of grunt work to make up with it! I'll be your little helper!" Quillan clapped his hand together, giving her the best puppy dog look he could muster. Luckily for him, the Professor, though she cracked the whip, didn't give him much punishment. In a second, she fixed the pot, fertilized the plant, and then gave Quillan a quick book-smack on the top of his head.
"Follow me," She told him, seeing as he offered to do some work to make up for his mistake. Before Quillan did, though, he gathered up the rest of Moa's things and slid them inconspicuously under the table, winking at her in the process.
Oh darn... well, at least it's not another detention! He thought, trying to be positive. Despite getting to work--UGH. Work--he didn't feel that bad about the whole thing.
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