Time was going much faster than it ever had compared to when Wendall had been a student. Perhaps it was because the former Hufflepuff had been so keen not to make a fool of himself that he had practically counted down the minutes in the day until he was safely tucked back into his bed, unable to cause a ruckus to those around him.
“I hope everyone is feeling refreshed and ready to go!" The professor said, walking down the length of the greenhouse to the front of the classroom where his sixth years were waiting for him. "Today we'll be looking at Devil's Snare," he announced, wondering how many students already knew what that might entail. “Now, to the untrained eye, Devil’s Snare could be mistaken for our friend the Flitterbloom here,” As he spoke, Wendall walked over to the potted Flitterbloom bush he’d found languishing in one of the safer greenhouses. ”Both sharing the tentacle like appendages, though Devil’s Snare is a lot more on the murderous side,” He grinned, hoping that the students would make sure they were aware of which plant they were working with before getting too close to it. Sometimes Wendall was unsure how he managed to get the job working with dangerous plants.
"That being said, there is one key weakness that the Devil Snare is susceptible to." One that had come in particularly handy for Wendall one afternoon at home when his wife had been out with the girls. "Can anyone tell me what that is?" he asked, picking on one of the students with a raised hand. "Perfect, yes! Light. It doesn't matter whether it's natural or artificial, Devil Snare hates light in the same way that ice hates fire, so if you find yourself in a tricky situation with this plant, light can be used to make it recoil."
"So, who wants to see what it looks like?" Wendall didn't want any student finding themselves entangled with the plant, but for their own sake it would have been good to show them what it looked like before they found out the hard way. Slipping a set of keys from the pocket of his waistcoat, Wendall beckoned the class to follow him toward the locked area of the greenhouse, tucked away for such plants that he certainly didn't want the younger students to accidentally lay their hands on.
As the greenhouse doors opened into the darkened area, Wendall had to squint to make sure he didn't walk into anything or anyone as he guided the class toward the back of the room. "If you look very carefully, you might see the vines of the Devil Snare over here," he said quietly, as though his voice might wake it up too. As the professor was peering through the darkness, he wasn't paying much attention to his feet. In just a few seconds, the vines had managed to creep up to his ankles, and Wendall only noticed when he'd turned back to the class to ensure no one else had gotten caught in it. "Don't fo.." Wendall face planted the floor as the grip on his leg was now increasingly strong, and he fell to the ground with an oof. He would have liked to say that this was his first encounter with the plant but that would have been a lie.
"Incendio!" Wendall put out a hand, a spark of light emitting toward the plant and the man watched in relief as it immediately released its grip, slithering back into the nest it resided in. A little shaky, Wendall propped himself up on the floor, leaning on his arms and peering through the darkness at the plant he'd been trying to show his class. "You... you can go. You should go." He said, dismissing them before any of them could end up with the same fate.
To receive an O in this lesson:
- Roleplay the class.
For additional credit worth 10 House Points:
- One person can answer Wendall's question.
- Help free Wendall from the Devil's Snare, using a light spell.
“I hope everyone is feeling refreshed and ready to go!" The professor said, walking down the length of the greenhouse to the front of the classroom where his sixth years were waiting for him. "Today we'll be looking at Devil's Snare," he announced, wondering how many students already knew what that might entail. “Now, to the untrained eye, Devil’s Snare could be mistaken for our friend the Flitterbloom here,” As he spoke, Wendall walked over to the potted Flitterbloom bush he’d found languishing in one of the safer greenhouses. ”Both sharing the tentacle like appendages, though Devil’s Snare is a lot more on the murderous side,” He grinned, hoping that the students would make sure they were aware of which plant they were working with before getting too close to it. Sometimes Wendall was unsure how he managed to get the job working with dangerous plants.
"That being said, there is one key weakness that the Devil Snare is susceptible to." One that had come in particularly handy for Wendall one afternoon at home when his wife had been out with the girls. "Can anyone tell me what that is?" he asked, picking on one of the students with a raised hand. "Perfect, yes! Light. It doesn't matter whether it's natural or artificial, Devil Snare hates light in the same way that ice hates fire, so if you find yourself in a tricky situation with this plant, light can be used to make it recoil."
"So, who wants to see what it looks like?" Wendall didn't want any student finding themselves entangled with the plant, but for their own sake it would have been good to show them what it looked like before they found out the hard way. Slipping a set of keys from the pocket of his waistcoat, Wendall beckoned the class to follow him toward the locked area of the greenhouse, tucked away for such plants that he certainly didn't want the younger students to accidentally lay their hands on.
As the greenhouse doors opened into the darkened area, Wendall had to squint to make sure he didn't walk into anything or anyone as he guided the class toward the back of the room. "If you look very carefully, you might see the vines of the Devil Snare over here," he said quietly, as though his voice might wake it up too. As the professor was peering through the darkness, he wasn't paying much attention to his feet. In just a few seconds, the vines had managed to creep up to his ankles, and Wendall only noticed when he'd turned back to the class to ensure no one else had gotten caught in it. "Don't fo.." Wendall face planted the floor as the grip on his leg was now increasingly strong, and he fell to the ground with an oof. He would have liked to say that this was his first encounter with the plant but that would have been a lie.
"Incendio!" Wendall put out a hand, a spark of light emitting toward the plant and the man watched in relief as it immediately released its grip, slithering back into the nest it resided in. A little shaky, Wendall propped himself up on the floor, leaning on his arms and peering through the darkness at the plant he'd been trying to show his class. "You... you can go. You should go." He said, dismissing them before any of them could end up with the same fate.
To receive an O in this lesson:
- Roleplay the class.
For additional credit worth 10 House Points:
- One person can answer Wendall's question.
- Help free Wendall from the Devil's Snare, using a light spell.