Fourth Years, Lesson Two

Alana didn’t have high hopes for Herbology when she made her way back into the greenhouse. She was expecting it to be pretty boring, given they had been promised lectures for most of the semester. She took out parchment and was prepared to take notes. Alana watched as Professor Carter introduced them to the bubtuber and started talking about puss, lovely. It was gross even for herbology but what really made it worse was the promise they would be planting and harvesting the pus themselves in their next lesson. All lectures, apart from harvesting pus, it seemed. The lesson was pretty short as all it was was introducing them to the plant they’d be working on in their next lesson, which Alana was now thoroughly not looking forward to. She packed up and made her way out of the greenhouse.

The new school year had truly started now. Between Quidditch try-outs, trying to keep up with classes, piano practice and hanging out with his friends, Cyrus already felt extremely busy. Still, he was happy to be back in school. He enjoyed it here quite a bit.

He headed to the Herbology Greenhouse and took his usual seat in the room, taking out notebook and quill to take some notes. The professor showed them a bubotuber, which was not a fun looking plant It smelled bad too, and Cyrus resisted the urge to pinch his nose. The professor went on to talk about the effect of the pus, which was also horrible. It was like this plant only had bad sides or something. Though apparently diluted it did something good, though the professor didn't really elaborate on that. Cyrus grimaced as the professor said they would be harvesting them next week, that did not sound fun. He grabbed his things and left the classroom, heading bak up to the castle.

Rosalind entered the greenhouse and took her seat, settling in. She recognised the bubotuber immediately, but still took notes down as the professor spoke. The smell was a little overwhelming, but Rosalind managed. She'd never had the best sense of smell to begin with. She made a very big note about not prodding the pustles on the plant, just in case she somehow managed to forget it. Rosalind also made a note to remember her dragonhide gloves. She wasn't always the best at remembering things, but that would be important if she didn't want bubotuber pus on her hands. That wouldn't be good. With the lesson drawn to a close, Rosalind packed away her things and went on her way.