The fifth years had a lot to cover this year for their OWLs and if Angel was being honest, he hadn’t exactly managed his time very well this semester. He was hoping to make up some lost ground by squeezing in some extra plants today after finding shy little flitterbloom in one of the back greenhouses.
Smiling at the fifth years as they entered the greenhouse, Angel motioned everyone over to the two plants he had set up for today, hoping to cover everything quickly so they could get onto to the practical side of things.
“Alright, we’ve got two plants to go over today, this lovely Flitterbloom here and also the Flutterby bush,” he said, motioning to the flitterbloom in front of him and then the flutterby bushes set up about the greenhouse for each student. “Flitterbloom is often mistaken for Devil’s Snare, note the tendrils,” Angel said as he held his hand out to the flitterbloom, letting it timidly reach out and grasp one of his fingers. “However, they are far less dangerous or aggressive. You’re welcome to come say hi to this one later if you’d like.
“Our other lovely plant today is the flutterby bush. Most extraordinary plant, it only blooms once a century,” he said, lifting up one of the plant’s glossy leaves and watching as the plant juddered in response. “The blooms are said to adapt their scent to be whatever is most appealing to the observer.” Angel was glad he'd gotten to experience a Flutterby blooming a few years ago, though he doubted he had the patience to wait for another one to come into bloom anytime soon. “We’ll be working on trimming and pruning them today, which as you might imagine requires some care. Watch me, we’ll be trimming away the overgrown areas and any dead leaves, just be careful with those shears,” he said, picking up his own shears and demonstrating by trimming back a small section. It certainly required some careful accuracy as the plant shook and shuddered and Angel decided he’d complete the rest of the pruning later perhaps.
“Right, your turn now. Try not to get too overzealous with the shears, and watch your fingers,” he said mildly, retreating to a chair to keep half an eye on the class as they began their own pruning projects.
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RP the lesson. No homework, though feel free to speculate on what the flutterby flowers might smell like to you.
Smiling at the fifth years as they entered the greenhouse, Angel motioned everyone over to the two plants he had set up for today, hoping to cover everything quickly so they could get onto to the practical side of things.
“Alright, we’ve got two plants to go over today, this lovely Flitterbloom here and also the Flutterby bush,” he said, motioning to the flitterbloom in front of him and then the flutterby bushes set up about the greenhouse for each student. “Flitterbloom is often mistaken for Devil’s Snare, note the tendrils,” Angel said as he held his hand out to the flitterbloom, letting it timidly reach out and grasp one of his fingers. “However, they are far less dangerous or aggressive. You’re welcome to come say hi to this one later if you’d like.
“Our other lovely plant today is the flutterby bush. Most extraordinary plant, it only blooms once a century,” he said, lifting up one of the plant’s glossy leaves and watching as the plant juddered in response. “The blooms are said to adapt their scent to be whatever is most appealing to the observer.” Angel was glad he'd gotten to experience a Flutterby blooming a few years ago, though he doubted he had the patience to wait for another one to come into bloom anytime soon. “We’ll be working on trimming and pruning them today, which as you might imagine requires some care. Watch me, we’ll be trimming away the overgrown areas and any dead leaves, just be careful with those shears,” he said, picking up his own shears and demonstrating by trimming back a small section. It certainly required some careful accuracy as the plant shook and shuddered and Angel decided he’d complete the rest of the pruning later perhaps.
“Right, your turn now. Try not to get too overzealous with the shears, and watch your fingers,” he said mildly, retreating to a chair to keep half an eye on the class as they began their own pruning projects.
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RP the lesson. No homework, though feel free to speculate on what the flutterby flowers might smell like to you.
