| House Points | |||
|---|---|---|---|
Gryffindor: 170 |
Slytherin: 48 |
Ravenclaw: 880 |
Hufflepuff: 1022 |
|
|
Date: January 16th, 2013
Today's Forecast: The air is reminiscent of spring. The snow, turning slowly into a fine carpet of slush, is slowly disappearing after a decidedly warm spell. |
HIRP: Reborn is located here. |
|
It is now: Year 7 - Day 4 - Supper/Quidditch Practice
Happening now: Supper Azkaban Trip is now out of time. Feel free to continue all plots as planned. Feel free to finish all plots out of time. |
| Next: Day 5: Valentine's Day |
| Read Today's Daily Prophet: Knights of Walpurgis attack Hogwarts; Belleford steps down as Hogwarts closes until further notice |
| Welcome to Hogwarts Interactive Role Play, one of the net's best in Harry Potter and Hogwarts role plays. We hope you enjoy your visit. Here at Hogwarts our students are currently in their Seventh Year. Last year, the war against the Knights crescendoed into a direct attack against the school. Disappearances are still reported (or not) daily, and the Dark Lord and his Knights of Walpurgis have succeeded in spreading their message of "do as thou will" far and wide across the globe. Magical Law Enforcement, which is now the only authority in the wizarding world under Martial Law, has responded by tightening security, controlling the media, and strictly enforcing curfews and other laws. Their control is damaging to the people's freedom, and their hierarchy is a suspicious lot. It is clear that some members of the MLE like their new found power a bit too much, others see it necessary, but all are in serious danger of being consumed by it. But with the picture of just what Azariah Amaranth is after becoming ever clearer, and a third player in the form of a group called SAVIOR entering the scene, what will the MLE do next to ensure that they've got the situation under control? The Elementium, the Higher Plane that had once been hidden just beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries, and the Deathly Hallows. The pieces of the puzzle have been identified, but what picture do they make? Today is Day 1 of Year Seven. Students have had time to recover from the Knight's attack, and are beginning to reluctantly return to the walls of Hogwarts. The safety of the school has been diminished, bringing up the question everyone must ask. Are you safe anywhere these days? It's up to each individual to decide their fate, where will you decide to go? You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. If you are interested in joining our forum as a role player, please take a look at the Joining HIRP Checklist (click me!) for an easy-to-follow guide on how to join! Click here to register! Await your email confirmation before you can post. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
- Pages:
- 1
- 2
| Seventh Year Herbology; Day 2 - Period 4 | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 25 2012, 01:25:56 PM (984 Views) | |
| Stanley Peckle | Aug 25 2012, 01:25:56 PM Post #1 |
![]()
Hogwarts Caretaker and Herbology Professor
![]()
|
Stanley trudged down the hills to the Herbology greenhouses, the grass a bit slippery and muddy. It had rained earlier today, and a thin mist still covered the majority of the grounds. There were a few clear spots here and there, but for the most part, there was very little visibility beyond around fifteen feet. Today would be the last day he had with these students, Stanley recalled. He had seen these children grow, seen them battle through some of the hardest times Hogwarts had ever seen. The sheer fact that they were still willing to come to class was nothing short of spectacular. How could it have come so fast? In the past seven years, so much had happened that Stanley really didn't know where to begin. There were so many attacks on the school that even he feared for his life, and he was quite the competent wizard (even in his old age). However, today would probably be the end of it all. Stanley felt he had no place teaching Herbology any longer, given he never really excelled at it during his years at the school. In fact, he was surprised when Bidelia came to him to ask him to teach the class. There must have been a severe shortage of qualified applicants, given the history of, well, all teaching positions at Hogwarts. Only the very very brave dared teach at the school of witchcraft and wizardry, and it would seem Stanley Peckle was one of them. Stanley looked up and realized he had been standing outside of Greenhouse Five for just about fifteen minutes, reminiscing. A thin layer of water had begun to build up on his cloak. Shaking it off, the old man decided it was time to enter the Greenhouse for what might be the last time in his life. Stanley pulled a large ring of keys from the inside pocket of his coat and began fiddling with them. After what seemed like centuries as the caretaker of the school, he was still befuddled by the insane amount of keys he had. Fumbling and bumbling and grumbling, he finally found the correct key and thrust it into the keyhole. Stanley turned the key slightly and pushed the door open, coughing lightly as he did so. He was greeted by a rush of warm, welcoming air. The greenhouses always did have the best insulation in the castle. It was warm in every single one. He casually stepped inside and closed the door behind him, tossing his cloak over a chair and making his way to the blackboard. It was going to be another long day, he decided. Seventh years, as mature as they should be, were some of the most disturbing and raucous youths he had ever had the pleasure of instructing. Heaving a deep sigh, Stanley stood and stared at the door, ready for his students to come in so he could fill their minds with mind-numbingly useless knowledge (in his opinion at least) for the final time. |
![]() Logic is the opposite of imagination. | |
![]() |
|
| Harold Avery | Aug 26 2012, 06:18:06 PM Post #2 |
|
Seventh Year Harold the Great
![]()
|
Back in his Iron Man costume, Harold trod slowly along the path to the greenhouses. It would have been a bit precarious if he slipped on the wet grass, probably ending up like a turtle on its back. But he was doing rather well with that pace. Fortunately for him and any students sharing a class with him, the Ravenclaw managed to get a hold of a Charms professor during the break. Probably persuaded by the terrible noises his transfigured suit of armour made, the teacher was more than willing to use a silencing charm on the outfit. It was surprising how many of his classmates skipped the previous class, and he had still no idea why. Not that Harry would ever do anything like that with how important his studies were to him. Yet again, he found himself to be the first student at Greenhouse Five and tested the handle to see if it was open. The door gave way so he didn't hesitate to step in. No students in sight, Harry greeted the professor with a goofy smile and took one of the seats closest to the blackboard, laying his bag on the floor. "So, what's the plan for today, 'fessor?" he asked curiously. Herbology had always been one of the subjects he prided himself to be rather good at; perhaps because there was mostly no wand-waving involved. |
| |
![]() |
|
| Brooke Hitachiin | Aug 28 2012, 07:57:30 AM Post #3 |
|
Seventh Year
![]()
|
Herbology. Brooke wasn't good at Herbology, but she thought it could be interesting subject to know. She tried hard in Herbology, and that was what counted, right? It was just awfully confusing at times. Still, she was walking down to the greenhouses, slowly. It wouldn't be good if she tripped or something. It would probably only delay her even more. The whole reason she hadn't actually skipped out of this class was because she was in her last year, and every class had to count now. That meant Brooke had to work hard. While in thought, she stepped on the wrong patch on glass and slipped. However, she quickly got her balance back. That was lucky. Approaching Greenhouse Five, Brooke brushed down her clothes. The door was closed, and she wondered if she had maybe spent a bit too much time dallying. Shrugging, she pushed open the door, and seeing two other people inside, she walked in. Where were the others? Or was she just early? Brooke sat down on a seat, and crossed her arms, after putting her bag down by her feet. She looked between the teacher and the other student, soon realising who it was. She gave a small wave and smile. "Hiya." She then faced the blackboard and sighed. Time for another confusing lesson, so it seemed. Her shoulders slumped. |
![]() Credit to Lori | Character Sheet | Plot | Halloween Costume | | |
![]() |
|
| Terry Boot | Aug 28 2012, 10:11:33 AM Post #4 |
![]()
Ravenclaw Beater, Seventh Year
![]()
|
It seemed so abnormal to be attending class after such an eventful day, but since when had Ginny Weasley and Terry Boot ever been normal? A smile played upon their lips as they strolled hand and hand into the warm greenhouse. Terry paused to take in his surroundings as they entered. Everything and everyone around them looked so ordinary...so normal. It was almost like the warm wind of the building also contained the strong aroma of reality. It was weird suddenly being thrust hand in hand with Ginny in public. They had only just accepted their feelings for each other, now they were on display for all their peers to see. Terry could feel the rumors starting already. He gave a polite nod to the few students that lingered about nonchalantly within the confinements of the room before tightening his grip on the Gryffindor's hand and pulling her to a far corner. Yes, they were going to be one of those couples. At least until he could figure out what exactly just happened in between the two of them. "You want to go on a romantic date, huh?" He asked quietly as he pressed his forehead against hers. He gave her a small smile as he thought it over. "Here's an idea. What if you met me at midnight tonight in the astronomy tower? All you'd have to do is show up, I can take care of everything else." A hint of his old self played through as he squeezed her hand. His family had always taught him to be polite, and he tried to be. But more importantly, he was taught to be romantic. Loyal and romantic. Tonight, he was going to prove that side of him still existed. That it hadn't been swept away when he had kissed Emily Delcamber in the courtyard last year. "So..." He said a little more loudly as he removed himself from their super close proximity. "Are you excited for today's Herbology lesson?" Terry was, in a kind of nerdy way. He had gotten an O on his Herbology O.W.L., and he was definitely eager to get a matching score on his N.E.W.T. Still, the adorable girl beside him had made concentrating on Herbology increasingly difficult. How would he manage this lesson? |
"They're in love. Fuck the war."![]() "If you're going to take me on a date, Terry Boot, it had better be the most goddamned romantic evening of my entire life. " ORIGINAL HOUSEWIFE OF HIRP | |
![]() |
|
| Kiran Chevalier | Aug 28 2012, 10:22:23 AM Post #5 |
![]()
Seventh Year
![]()
|
Kiran practically skipped into the greenhouses. The cool October air blew against her bare legs, but she didn't care. It actually felt rather pleasant. Halloween was a fun day - today she was dressed up like a woodland fairy, complete with a floating halo of golden flowers. It made her feel pretty. She sat down near a nice-looking Gryffindor girl. "Good morning! Or, afternoon, I guess it is!" She giggled and said no more, just faced the front of the class and looked expectantly at the teacher. Kiran had been excelling in all her studies lately, and maybe that was what made her feel so happy. Or maybe life was just beautiful, and there was nothing more to it. |
![]() ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Plot with me! || Outfit || Yule Ball Dress || Character sheet | |
![]() |
|
| Piper Weasley | Aug 28 2012, 10:36:50 AM Post #6 |
![]() ![]()
|
Heels clicking, dress billowing, lipstick at the ready -- Piper Weasley strolled into the Greenhouse looking just as fabulous as always. Or at least, that's what she had thought after her usual morning routine of three hours in front of the mirror. She had skipped Magical Concepts, nobody liked that class anyway, but had found herself heading off to the greenhouses. She had some homework she needed to be looked over. Yawn. Homework was rather boring, but with her N.E.W.T.S. coming up, the Weasley was starting to feel the pressure to actually succeed. God knows she didn't want to end up as something as lowly as a caretaker just because she hadn't bothered to study. Still, she wasn't about to let a class hold her down. When she entered the room, she saw the small and innocent form of one of her dormmates, Brooke Hitachiin. As she approached the girl, a sarcastically sweet fake smile played upon her lips. If she had to attend class, she could at least have a little fun with it. "Heeey Br-ooke." She said sweetly as she sat down in the chair across from the girl. "How did you find yourself down here? I thought you were going to sleep all day!" Piper gave a tinkle of a giggle as she began to pull her stuff out of her bag and arrange it neatly on her desk. Not everyone got up sensibly at 4am like Piper Weasley. Most people didn't care what they looked like. They were content with the rolled-out-of-bed-don't-even-care look. Piper personally thought it was disgusting. She wrinkled her nose at the girl, and looked straight ahead at the idiotic professor. Unfortunately for everyone involved, she didn't have a lot of time to enjoy the blissful quiet. A rather loud and annoying, and dare she say it, plump Slytherin decided to take that moment to plop her large butt into the chair next to Piper's little friend. "Oh hello, Kiran." Piper drawled, not even bothering to give the girl the honor of her eye contact. "Fancy seeing you out and about on this...what was it? Good afternoon." She sneered and let her eyes rest on a fixed point in the back of the classroom. That turned out to be a bad idea. With that one glance, she was welcomed by the site of her two respective cousins (although they were not related to each other by anything other than a family marriage) locked in a strong display of PDA. Piper nearly vomited. Can't they have a little respect for the classroom this morning? Nobody wanted to see that! Everyone was losing their marbles nowadays. The Weasley was beginning to think that she was the only sensible one. Well, she was the epitome of perfection. What high standards everyone had to live up to! |
![]() Profile - Yule Ball Dress My other character is Terry Boot You can call me Meg. -Thanks Lori <3 | |
![]() |
|
| Ginny Weasley | Aug 28 2012, 11:26:32 AM Post #7 |
|
Seventh Year & Gryffindor Chaser. I love Dave. I AM THE SWAN QUEEEEEEEEN!
![]()
|
If she was being completely honest with herself, walking casually into the classroom holding hands with Terry made Ginny feel a little weird. Normally when two of her classmates started "dating" (if that was what Terry and Ginny were even doing, because she still wasn't sure) it came as no surprise. Hogwarts was a fairly small school, so it was easy for everyone to keep track of who was flirting with whom. But this thing seemed to have come from nowhere. Aside from having caught him looking at her a few times (don't get her wrong - she'd had her fair share of pointed glances too), there were no previous indicators of this "relationship." Ginny internally winced at the word "relationship" and fought the impulse to yank her hand away. As if reading her mind, Terry held her hand tighter and pulled her to the very back of the greenhouse. She felt a bit more comfortable back here, where not as many people could see them. It wasn't that she was ashamed to be with Terry, of course, it was just that... well, she didn't know. She didn't want people looking at them and asking questions. It was no one's business except her own. Ginny chuckled a bit, hoping to distract him from the fact that the close contact was making her blush. She couldn't believe Terry had actually taken her suggestion of a romantic date seriously! She didn't know how to tell him she'd been joking. What does one do on a romantic date, anyway? Ginny had never been on one before. Maybe one of her housemates would tell her what to wear. At that thought, she suddenly felt a tiny bit nervous. But whether it was a good kind of nervous or a bad kind of nervous, she couldn't say. It was all she could do to tell Terry, "Okay, I'll meet you then. I expect to be impressed." It was then that she noticed her cousin Piper staring back at them with a disgusted face. Thankfully Terry put a safe bit of distance between himself and Ginny and began to talk about Herbology. "Yeah, of course. Plants and stuff. I can't wait." Ginny actually wasn't being entirely sarcastic. She was kind of eager for class to start, in fact - if for no other reason than to give herself something else to think about besides Piper tossing her shiny hair and her date with the boy next to her. What had she gotten herself into? |
![]() Plot page. Outfit. Character sheet. POSTER OF THE 100,000th FORUM POST!!! ORIGINAL HOUSEWIFE OF HIRP | |
![]() |
|
| Terry Boot | Aug 28 2012, 03:45:40 PM Post #8 |
![]()
Ravenclaw Beater, Seventh Year
![]()
|
Terry grinned when Ginny had accepted his date. Not that he was particularly surprised at this concept. The way he made her blush, and the heated snogs in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch should have been a good indication of where this...well he wasn't sure what to call what they were...was going. Were they dating now? Did she think they were in a relationship? Did he love her already? Were they going to get married and have children and grow old and die together? Truthfully, the answer to those questions was terrifying. Terry wasn't sure he wanted to know. The unknown, as scary as it may be, seemed like a better alternative than knowing exactly how his life would pan out. Today was probably just a result of awkward, raging teenage hormones. Come tomorrow, they may not even like each other! Terry didn't know any of this. He just knew that what he felt today had made him feel better than he had felt in a long time. Ginny felt so right in his arms. Her shy, embarrassed smiles and stumbling of words made him feel wanted. Their passionate kisses and looks and touch and fire were too special to just be between two friends. They always had a sort of chemistry, it just didn't come out until now. It is as if their whole lives and relationships and failures were building up to this one moment. Nope, Terry didn't think it was necessary to know how everything would play out. He would just ride the wave as it made its course. If that course led to marriage and bliss - well he didn't want to think about it. The important thing was that they were happy right here, right now. Their future selves could fend for themselves! "Oh believe me," He grinned, "This will be the most romantic date your little heart has ever been apart of. I promise." It was at that moment he noticed his dear cousin making a face at him. He wondered for a second what her problem could possibly be when he remembered. Piper was a shared cousin between the two of them. He subconsciously took a step back from Ginny as he thought over what this meant. Piper's father was the brother of Ginny's father, thus making them related. Piper's mother was the sister of his own father, which made him related to Piper. That didn't make him related to Ginny by anything other than Piper's little family. That made Ginny his second cousin or first cousin once removed or something weird like that. Although their relationship was a little bit taboo, it was still completely acceptable in the eyes of society. He sighed a long sigh of relief and stepped back towards Ginny. He wasn't sure if she even noticed. Piper may not approve of any sort of...relationship between the pair, but she could get over herself. They could date whoever they wanted to, and the fact that they wanted to date each other was not Piper's business. He stuck his tongue out at her before redirecting his entire attention towards the other Weasley. "I wonder what we are learning about today." He said casually. |
"They're in love. Fuck the war."![]() "If you're going to take me on a date, Terry Boot, it had better be the most goddamned romantic evening of my entire life. " ORIGINAL HOUSEWIFE OF HIRP | |
![]() |
|
| Harold Avery | Aug 28 2012, 04:44:04 PM Post #9 |
|
Seventh Year Harold the Great
![]()
|
It wasn't long before other students began to turn up. First was a Gryffindor girl Harry knew too well and turned to greet her with a smile. "Hey, Broo." It was more because of his lazy mouth than any intentions of teasing that he cut off nearly half of her name. "Where did ya leave your costume?" he asked before adding in a jest, "You're not shy, are you?" There were actually quite a few students who weren't wearing a mask, and only one teacher with an actual recognizable change of wardrobe, but it was likely more would put on a disguise in the evening. One of the other exceptions was a Slytherin entering moments later, and Harry had to admit she looked rather pretty. "Hi Kiran, or is it Tink today?" were his words to the chipper girl. To him it was completely normal to address people even if they might not know him, and the boy found it somewhat entertaining to know almost everyone's name at school without it being reciprocated. Harold didn't catch Terry and Ginny until Piper's disgusted look brought his attention to them. The latter Weasley wasn't someone he felt particularly fond of but still said 'hi' to her even though she probably couldn't hear it with how full of herself she seemed to be. The hand-holding at the back of the greenhouse wasn't something he'd thought to see with those two students today. "Okay," he commented simply, "anyone who saw that coming raise their hands?" His own armoured hand remained on the back of his chair and he didn't really expect anyone else to do otherwise. It probably wouldn't be prudent to stand up and go congratulate his house-mate right now, would it? |
| |
![]() |
|
| Brooke Hitachiin | Aug 28 2012, 05:05:31 PM Post #10 |
|
Seventh Year
![]()
|
Brooke had a feeling this lesson was about to get a little more... interesting, so to say. So far, it seemed to be heading down that road anyway. Still, what happened, happened. She smiled at the Slytherin that approached, and chuckled lightly. Honestly? She didn't know if it was morning or afternoon. She hadn't really checked. "Good afternoon, then. Is it definitely afternoon?" Brooke joked. Nothing better than a good laugh to start the lesson, right? Well, that was what she thought, anyway. Brooke playfully rolled her eyes at Piper. She was used to this kind of behaviour from the Weasley, and she didn't mind. She smiled. "Eh, I won't deny that I thought about sleeping the day away..." She shrugged. Well, actually she had slept in a little later than usual, but that was fine. She hadn't been late for anything, that was all that mattered. Brooke didn't need to get a detention, that was for sure. Hadn't she already had one for falling asleep? She couldn't really remember. Looking over at Harry, she grinned. So, he had decided to wear a costume. And so had that Slytherin girl, and Piper too? "I have a very logical explanation for not wearing my costume..." Ok, that was a bit of a lie. Truth was, she didn't really want to wear it. "Me? Shy? I think you must have me mistake for another person." She stuck her tongue out playfully, before following Harry's line of sight. Ah... Well, Brooke had to admit, she had heard a few things from people, and she had believed it. She poked Harry. "Hey, leave them be!" She teased. Brooke guessed that Ginny and Terry wouldn't want people staring, and she respected that. She sighed. "I'm going to fail this N.E.W.T." She said plainly. It was true, and she just hoped that she could possibly skip the exam to save herself embarrassment. That, was unlikely. |
![]() Credit to Lori | Character Sheet | Plot | Halloween Costume | | |
![]() |
|
| Stanley Peckle | Aug 29 2012, 01:25:46 AM Post #11 |
![]()
Hogwarts Caretaker and Herbology Professor
![]()
|
Stanley forced a smile as students began shuffling in, some of them wearing costumes. Was it Halloween, really? The days all seemed to blend together now, with one or two always happening to really stick out in his memory. The Quidditch World Cup, cleaning the grounds with Bannishtar after the Red Caps attacked... there were plenty of powerful memories in the old man's head, but for each one of those, there were ten more moments he couldn't remember. The truth was, it was apparent, that Stanley was far past his prime. Several students began to chatter away, with a pair moving to the far end of the greenhouse, their hands interlocked and heads held close together. Ah, young love. Oh, to be young and feel love's keen sting. Who might those children be? Why, was that Ginevra Weasley and Terry Boot? How quaint. Stanley's smile widened as he saw that at least some people thought it possible to find even an inkling of happiness in these dark times. His eyes wandering around the room, Stanley caught glimpses of all sorts of things unravelling. A conversation between a group of students, the members of which were dressed quite peculiarly. One, Harold Avery, was wearing a very bulky body suit made of what appeared to be iron. That couldn't have been very comfortable. The girl who was wearing a costume, Kiran Chevalier, was dressed as a woodland fairy. Stanley thought this absurd, as he'd met several woodland fairies and they dressed nothing like the outfit the girl had on. "Good afternoon, everyone," the caretaker began, bowing his head slightly and then crossing his arms. "Now I trust you all understand that your N.E.W.T. exams are coming up fairly soon, and you must all be positively swamped with work. You must all have examinations to study for, and essays to write, and spells to learn, correct?" He paused and grinned, looking around the greenhouse. "Well, I have some wonderful news for all of you. Given light of everything you've got on your plates, I've decided that I'll give you the simplest lesson I could think of. Now, mind you, this is all going to be fairly droll, but it's information essential for the few of you who want to pursue Herbology as a career. "Firstly, who can tell me what makes a wand work? Anyone?" Stanley asked as he began to pace back and forth at the head of the class. Arms crossed, eyes scouring the area, Peckle waited for hands to shoot up and enthusiastic students to yell out answers. Alas, the days where all of his students were excited to learn about plants were long gone. Those days disappeared after this group got into their third year at Hogwarts. Now, the only hands that were raised were either by the few children genuinely interested in the craft, or Ravenclaws eager for house points. |
![]() Logic is the opposite of imagination. | |
![]() |
|
| Kiran Chevalier | Aug 29 2012, 09:00:18 AM Post #12 |
![]()
Seventh Year
![]()
|
Kiran smiled at Piper as she walked in. "It is a good afternoon, isn't it? I'm glad I'm not the only one who noticed, for once. You look very nice today, by the way." Some people would have gotten upset at Piper's attitude, but Kiran wasn't one of them. She wasn't about to let some ill-tempered girl get in the way of her nice Halloween. Piper was probably just tired because she'd woken up at four in the morning. "Tink is perfectly alright with me, as long as I can call you Ironman," she said, sticking her tongue playfully out at Harold. She followed his glance to the back of the room, where Ginny Weasley and Terry Boot were engaged in a mild public display of affection. Kiran felt a tiny, nagging pang in her heart for a brief second, remembering the feel of a certain boy's lips on her forehead-- No, she wasn't going to think about that. Not here. Not now. Not ever. Making sure the smile hadn't left her face, she turned back around. "Sometimes I wish I could sleep the day away, too," she said to Brooke. The teacher addressed a question to the class, and Kiran thought long and hard over the answer, just so she could think about something that required no emotion. The obvious response to what made a wand work seemed to be magic, but Kiran didn't dream of raising her hand, as she was fairly sure that was not the answer Peckle wanted to hear. |
![]() ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Plot with me! || Outfit || Yule Ball Dress || Character sheet | |
![]() |
|
| Terry Boot | Aug 29 2012, 11:47:54 AM Post #13 |
![]()
Ravenclaw Beater, Seventh Year
![]()
|
Terry felt a wave of relief wash over him as soon as the Professor started to speak. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but it felt like everyone was staring at them. He glanced at Ginny for a moment, and she appeared to be as nervous as he was. "Firstly, who can tell me what makes a wand work? Anyone?" How does a wand work? Well, the first answer that popped into Terry's head was magic...but there was more to wands than that. He thought about the question for a few minutes before he came up with an answer he believed was suitable. Now he desperately hoped he wasn't wrong. There had been enough stares for one day. He tried to raise his hand unobtrusively, enough that Peckle would get the point but the other students would hardly notice. That was kind of difficult...nobody seemed particularly enthused to answer the question. "Sir, the obvious answer to that question is magic. But that raises the inquiry - what brings about that magic and why do wands react differently to certain witches and wizards? Well, from the little I have read up on wandlore, I have learned that the magic itself comes from an item concealed within the core of the wand, which comes from a magical creature. Now typically you will find either a feather from a Phoenix, a hair from a Unicorn, or a heartstring from a Dragon within a wand. But there are other possibilities too, one example would be a hair from a veela. The other properties of the wand include length, flexibility, and type of wood. The former two normally reflect what type of magic the wand is best suited for, while the wood tends to reflect personality types. Does that answer your question?" Terry shrunk back behind Ginny, his face a proper shade of bright red. He felt like such a nerd. Yes, the war had changed him a lot personality wise, but that didn't automatically erase his giant store of knowledge gained from all his lonely hours spent in the library. In all honesty, Peckle would have likely accepted the answer of "Magic" just fine. Terry just couldn't control his ridiculous flapper in a time like this. He wondered what Ginny was thinking of him right now. |
"They're in love. Fuck the war."![]() "If you're going to take me on a date, Terry Boot, it had better be the most goddamned romantic evening of my entire life. " ORIGINAL HOUSEWIFE OF HIRP | |
![]() |
|
| Stanley Peckle | Aug 29 2012, 12:46:03 PM Post #14 |
![]()
Hogwarts Caretaker and Herbology Professor
![]()
|
The room looked devoid of intelligent life after Stanley asked the question, puzzled expressions growing on a few faces, not a voice to be heard. It wasn't until young Terry Boot slowly raised his hand and began to speak. The boy explained how there were several factors that went into the magic of a wand. It was just about what he'd expect a bright seventh year to answer. The boy even had examples! That was what impressed Stanley the most. Then again, who could ever be disappointed when Terry Boot opened his mouth? "Yes, that very much answers my question, Mr. Boot. Well said. 10 points to Ravenclaw." Stanley peered around the greenhouse, hoping to catch any students who weren't paying the most of attention. Fortunately, most of them seemed to have at least one ear listening in on the lesson. "That was, actually, a very good answer. Yes, the obvious response to the question would be magic, but there is certainly so much more to what makes a wand work. It is a combination of several factors, including, but not limited to, the length, flexibility, and type of wood of the wand, the core of the wand, and the personality of the user. "And of course, there is always magic, which helps quite a great deal," he explained, interlocking his fingers. "Today we will be learning about the various types of wand woods and their magical properties. I say we will be learning, but I really do mean you will be learning, seeing as I am the professor and I'll be doing the instructing and if you were to instruct me, then I wouldn't exactly be the professor, would I?" Stanley was rambling. He seemed to be rambling a lot these days. "First and foremost, there are over thirty known woods capable of producing wands. These include, in order of seemingly common to very uncommon, ash, holly, elm, beech, walnut, oak, maple, willow, and yew, only to name a small number. Of course there is also elder, which, if any of you read up on your folklore, is the wood from which the Deathstick, or the Wand of Destiny, is made. Today you will discover the magical properties of each wood and how well they seem to correspond with the personalities of their witches or wizards." Stanley turned around, pulling from his cloak a medium-sized wand made of willow. He gave it a wave and the chalk sitting near the base of the blackboard began to write. "Let's begin with ash wood, shall we? Ash is a very powerful wood, and as such, does not very much enjoy being passed from owner to owner. Should this happen, the wand will experience a severe drop in power. This is only magnified if the core of the wand happens to be of unicorn. The old rhyme has a grain of truth here. Rowan gossips, chestnut drones, ash is stubborn, hazel moans. Ash wood wands tend to have owners who do not lightly stray from their initial opinions. This does not, however, apply to the boastful or arrogant witch or wizard. Those who possess a wand of ash may be stubborn, but are never crass or arrogant." Stanley stopped explaining to allow the students to take notes if they so wished. "Do I have any questions so far?" |
![]() Logic is the opposite of imagination. | |
![]() |
|
| Piper Weasley | Aug 29 2012, 04:42:11 PM Post #15 |
![]() ![]()
|
The word costumes seemed to jolt Piper right out of the little daydream she was having of a certain Louis de Valentine. Not that she would ever admit of having such fantasies, but a girls mind understands a girls heart. Although, now that she thought of it, Louis had done a particular good job of avoiding her this year. Shame, she would have liked to remind of how positively idiotic he was once again. And it was idiots that had distracted her from this little dream of hers. For the first time all day, Piper properly examined her surroundings. Of course it was Halloween. Ugh, she hated Halloween. Everyone used it as an excuse to dress up and look positively frumpy. Piper pretended to make a disgusted face, but secretly she was only hoping that frumpy looking people was the worse of her problems today. The crappy events of last years Halloween, not only including deaths and destruction, but also a passionate argument between a certain cocky Gryffindor and a gorgeous Weasley, which had ended in a rather long and hot snog, were not to be repeated this year. She swore to Merlin, if there was a repeat performance of anything that had happened last year, then she would probably kick a few butts herself. This little flashback was once again ruined by a silly Ravenclaw student. This one, however, wasn't sitting at her table. Piper couldn't help but laugh at Terry's longwinded answer to Professor Peckle's question. He was such a nerd. He always had been - every holiday they ever had together ended up with him rambling on about some 'important' subject while her entire family pretended to listen. They always laughed afterwards. They loved him, sure, but he was so silly sometimes. Ginny would have a lot to deal with if she continued to date him. One day Doctor Nerdpants would come out and she would just have to listen because she loved him. "Shut up, Terry." She muttered as she held back another loud laugh, "Nobody wants to hear you recite your 'wandlore textbook'!" She was certain he couldn't hear her right now, but her table mates were probably a different matter. "What? It's true." |
![]() Profile - Yule Ball Dress My other character is Terry Boot You can call me Meg. -Thanks Lori <3 | |
![]() |
|
| Amera Percy | Aug 29 2012, 04:55:21 PM Post #16 |
![]() ![]()
|
Amera slipped into Greenhouse Five as quietly as she could manage. She didn't want to interrupt the class by her tardiness, or else she feared Peckle would take points away from Hufflepuff. In fact, she didn't want to get on anyones nerves this year, especially today. Try as hard as she might, the little lady hadn't been able to sleep the night before. Vivid memories, horrors, and fears had kept her shaking and sobbing from dusk to dawn. It was all she could manage to shut the curtains around her bed and cast a silencing charm, as she did every night since she got back. What happened to her? A couple years ago, she was normal. Happy, easy-going, with nothing to fear at night. The horrific memories, the faces of her victims and the pain of her transformations didn't haunt her in her sleep. She never woke up screaming or crying or shaking, she just woke up and went on with her day. As soon as it was an acceptable time to get up, she had rushed to get changed and then isolated herself at the far end of her breakfast table. In the days first couple of classes, she kept her head down and didn't speak to anyone. She had fully intended to conform to this plan during Herbology, if it wasn't for her annoying Head of House, Professor Canton, pulling her aside during lunch and asking her for the thousandth time, "Is everything okay, Amera?" The question had brought on another vivid memory, and she soon found herself crying in an abandoned corridor of the castle. It was only by pure luck that she had calmed down enough by Herbology to sprint to the greenhouse and slip quietly in. Her red hair concealed her face as she bowed her head and snuck to the corner of the classroom with a practiced stealth. Silently, she sat at the table next to Ginny Weasley and Terry Boot, the latter of the two was already desperately taking notes. Good for him. Amera didn't expect to past any of her N.E.W.T.S. this year, but she didn't really expect much of anything these days. After she took out her own notebook, she rifled through her bag in search of a quill. It was dry, and her inkpot was nowhere in site. With a sigh of resignation, she turned towards the girl at the table besides her. "Excuse me," Amera whispered to Ginny Weasley, "Can I borrow your ink?" |
|
I'm Meri. , This is my story. My other character is Terry Boot. You can call me Meg. | |
![]() |
|
| Harold Avery | Aug 29 2012, 07:11:24 PM Post #17 |
|
Seventh Year Harold the Great
![]()
|
The Ravenclaw arched an expectant eyebrow as he awaited Brooke's explanation. Was it just him or did she not have a proper excuse for her lack of Halloween spirit? Grinning at her playful gesture, Harry leaned in. "Then prove it later," he dared. Of course, he wouldn't ever force her into something she didn't want to do and was fairly sure his friend knew it. "Oww," he exaggerated as the Gryffindor's finger met his armour, "that's not very nice!" But his smile ruined the effect. He really had nothing against the couple at the back, though he did tend to make fun of everything around him, and himself in particular. "Heeey, you're not," Harry countered Brooke encouragingly. "Trade ya Herbology for Charm?" he suggested. While Herbology was one of the subjects he had no trouble with, his grades being a proof enough, Charms still gave him a little difficulty. Especially the newest spells. Harold still wondered whether his ineptitude in learning spells sourced from his origins as a Muggleborn. But he knew many others who didn't seem to have any problems, a couple of his professors included. Brooke helped him a lot with that in past and it was always more fun to study with someone, rather than alone. Kiran's response made Harry utter a laugh, even as he outstretched his gauntleted hand towards her. "Deal, then," he offered amusedly. "It's pretty neat, though," the boy admitted as he motioned to her costume. Wasn't Kiran a Pureblood? He was not so brilliant as to remember everyone's blood status, as he'd never considered them important. Except for the argument he had with Eve about it over a year ago. Still, if she was one, we would be rather impressed by her knowledge of a Muggle superhero. Although he had heard a few rumours of Tony Stark being a wizard. Who knew? The class begun at last and Harry turned back to his professor. He'd always sort of liked Peckle, reminded him of his grandpa Rodger. Except his relative always smelled of cabbage and tobacco, an unusual combination one simply didn't forget. There were no strange smells coming from Stanley, which was probably fortunate as he sat in the front row. Right, what makes a wand work? Harry glanced over his shoulder to check whether there was anyone else willing to answer the question. He had an idea about that, but he kind of grew out of his need to prove his intelligence to everyone who was or wasn't interested. In fact, he was glad it was Terry to go for it instead, as he considered the other guy's wording to be more sophisticated than his accented speech. Which was often too fast for some people to understand if he got excited about an interesting topic. Upon hearing Piper's voice, Harry turned incredulously to the girl, a small amused smile playing on his lips. It was truly lucky his every movement didn't make unbearable scraping noises anymore. "Well someone lacks their beauty sleep here," he told her pointedly, "or are they just jealous?" Even though he didn't particularly like, nor disliked, the Gryffindor, Harry started to feel bad about his comment as it might have sounded a bit mean. Not as mean as hers, though. But before he had a chance to add anything, a shadow of a girl entered the greenhouse, one he knew as Amera. His smile faltered at the sight of her, the girl looked more stressed up than the last time he saw her in another class. He considered talking to her, which would probably end up as badly as his insistence with Avery in Transfiguration, but didn't dare to walk over now that the lesson started. Harry extracted a quill and his Herbology notes from his bag, a little belatedly, as the professor began the lecture. He was eager to learn some more about wands as one of the professions suggested to him last year was wand making. He wasn't sure yet how to decide but it was books he was really passionate about, so it was a tough choice. The Ravenclaw was especially curious about his wand and placed the hazel and phoenix feather before him as he wrote. It seemed like his wood wasn't very common until the teacher introduced a rhyme he didn't remember ever hearing before. Harry wasn't certain but his ears might have just turned pink at the implication. A good thing he wore a helmet. Perhaps he should do that every day? Turning to his friends, he chuckled, "yeah, that definitely sounds like me." It didn't, did it? |
| |
![]() |
|
| Brooke Hitachiin | Aug 29 2012, 07:35:10 PM Post #18 |
|
Seventh Year
![]()
|
Brooke looked to the Slytherin again. "It does seem rather tempting right now..." She grinned, and looked back at the professor, not fully understanding what he meant. Geez, she wasn't that bad in Herbology right? Surely she could be better than she thought. But, it all sounded like gibberish to her, no matter what they were studying in the subject. That kind of bugged her a little bit. Maybe, she should just try harder? Then again, she tried hard as it was. Oh, it was annoying her now! Hearing Terry's answer made Brooke slump down in her seat. How could he understand it all? Sure, Ravenclaw was known for housing some of the smartest students, but still! Couldn't she do well in a subject she actually wanted to excel at? Obviously not. Then she heard Piper's opinion. Did she really have to be that harsh? She would have said something, but Brooke didn't know what to say. At least she didn't say it too loudly. She was allowed to voice her opinion, right? So, she only shot Piper a small, slightly awkward smile before looking over at the blackboard. She rolled her eyes at Harry. "Fine, I'll wear my costume later." Brooke whined, but in a joking tone. True, she hadn't actually wanted to wear it. Her costume was a stupid idea, anyway. She chuckled lightly. "Oh... really?" She could tell he wasn't being serious straight away. Still, she didn't want one of her housemates getting teased because of her personal business. It was only the right thing to do, and she doubted Ginny wanted to be teased, anyway. But, it wasn't any of her business. Brooke put her forehead against the desk. "I am going to fail." She huffed, before sitting up straight again. "Definitely. I need all the help I can get." She replied instantly. She was quite good at Charms, definitely better than she was in Herbology. Charms was easy for her, plants were the complete opposite. Hearing Peckle's rhyme made her think for a moment. Her wand was Ash, as she could recall. Brooke chuckled quietly, and looked at Harry. "So, you moan, and I'm stubborn?" She teased. If anything, she wasn't stubborn. Well, at least, not all the time. Only when it mattered! Brooke took out her quill, and tried as best as she could to try and make notes. If she couldn't understand it now, maybe she could read it over later, and see if she understood it then. It was unlikely, but it was worth a shot, right? |
![]() Credit to Lori | Character Sheet | Plot | Halloween Costume | | |
![]() |
|
| Walter Beck | Aug 30 2012, 01:05:35 PM Post #19 |
![]()
Seventh Year
![]()
|
There was really no reason to try and sneak into the class. He was late, and really without excuse. Walt had been so caught up in what was going on in the great hall that he had lost track of time. Only once they had initially been told to leave did he actually realize he would be running late for herbology. Upon entering the greenhouse, really rather rudely, he turned to the Professor and muttered a quick apology before going to seek someone out to sit next to. Usually he would go find by Terry, but it seemed at the moment he was standing pretty close to... Ginny? He blinked for a minute and then smiled at his mate before deciding to join his housemate Harry, who had seemed to gain quite a few people around him. Terry might want some space. "Hey, Harry." He smiled over at Brooke, "How are you doing Brooke?" He looked back up at the Professor, "So.. what have I missed exactly?" He laughed, it wasn't often the guy showed up late to any class. The question was directed at Brooke simply because she was closer, though he didn't know if she would actually answer. Chances are he would pick up on whatever it was that Peckle was teaching on pretty quickly anyway, but for now it was kind of something to talk about. "Anything particularly interesting?" |
|
Jarrette- Natalie - Royce-Emma-Jaimie - Walter | |
![]() |
|
| Harold Avery | Aug 31 2012, 04:06:58 PM Post #20 |
|
Seventh Year Harold the Great
![]()
|
Harry performed a little victorious fist pump as Brooke caved in. He was rather curious as to what her costume was, and even more so because she seemed reluctant to wear it. It was beyond him why such a smart girl could have doubts about herself. "No..." he opposed as his iron fist connected with her shoulder lightly, "you're gonna do just fine." Straightening himself up, he added, "How could you not, with such a terrific tutor?" The proud pose came with an adjacent grin on his lips. It was a great trade, in Harry's mind, as they would surely be able to help each other out. Hopefully, he wouldn't cause too much damage on the school's property again. Like that last time he flooded the library. "Awesome. Saturday evening, then? Unless you have a date planned," the boy arched his eyebrow smilingly. Not that he doubted she could get one, of course. Faking a wince as Brooke worded his implication, the Ravenclaw replied, "You're still better off. I mean... if Myrtle finds out about this..." He visibly shuddered at the thought before shaking his head with a chuckle. He really didn't need the ghost to take any romantic interest in him. But then again, he found her company entertaining, rather than annoying, so he just might survive with only his reputation badly bruised. Not that it was of any particular value right now. It was hard to miss the interruption of one late-coming Walter Beck. Harry repaid the blonde's smile with one of his own as he reached their little group. "Hey, Walt, what kept you?" It was usually rare to see any Ravenclaws being late for a class. Although his next question wasn't directed at him, Harold couldn't help but speak up, "Pay up some Sugar Quills and I'll let you see my notes." Grinning, he pressed the parchments to his armoured chest so his classmate wouldn't be able to see them. He suspected Brooke would be happy to answer the question anyway, despite her claims of knowing little about the subject. |
| |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · Herbology Greenhouses · Next Topic » |
- Pages:
- 1
- 2
| Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
1:55 PM Jul 11
|
|
Follow @HIRPies |
HIRP has a Vlog! Click here to read the announcement! |
































1:55 PM Jul 11
