Closed From Roots to Needles PV Tuesday

It hadn't taken Tuesday that long to get settled in as a professor in Hogwarts. To be fair, he only brought along a backpack stuffed with clothes and a couple of trinkets from his past, so there wasn't much for him to get situated. However, the man was currently searching for a single item, which was rather annoyingly avoiding his prying eyes. Tuesday had lazily tossed the bag to the side of the overly large desk in the Herbology professor's office. Its contents had been emptied on the desk, only to have been discarded haphazardly to the side. Finally, with a pile of nonsense that Professor Irons had built on the desk, the man was able to spot the missing item that he had stowed away for safekeeping. Sadly safekeeping in this sense meant that he would have the worst time trying to find it.

Pinching the small item between his thumb and index finger, the American raised it in front of his face. There between his fingers sat an American one-cent coin, a penny. This penny, in particular, was minted in 1966 and had a single punched hole on the side, right in front of President Lincoln's head. Obviously, it had little bearing on pure-blooded Wix affairs, but his mother had picked it up on a walk through Savannah and offered it to him. It was one of the only things he had in his possession that his mother had given him. Supposedly muggles say that these little coins can be lucky. Growing up with his parents was unfailingly entertaining. They never put much value into physical possessions and preferred to live in a 'natural environment.' In this case, a natural environment was having plants overgrow his childhood home. There were no family dogs or cats; the Irons family barely had an owl. Instead of animals, Tuesday had two Screechsnap plants. One was affectionately named 'loud mouth' and the other 'Charlie.' The first name was self-explanatory. Loudmouth was a loudmouth, and Tuesday just liked the name of Charlie. Simple as that.

Now with his lucky penny in his hand, the man smoothly threaded a tiny bit of twine through the hole in the coin. Then, pulling the looped cord over his head, the man began to walk out of the office and into the main greenhouse. With the penny now safely secured around his neck and not safely secured at the bottom of his backpack, he was ready for an evening of relaxing gardening. But the day had been so busy, Tuesday had only just found time to look for his trinket. He had still yet to take the necessary actions to keep the mundane plants alive.

However, as he brought his eyes up from his toes, the man caught sight of a particular nurse. Mr. Kelsey called out his name, though his accent did make him chortle a little bit. But, at least it was the right day of the week. "For you, Mr. Brumby, I'll spare a couple." With a slight smile, the man would walk forward with hand outstretched.

Interaction with @Kelsey Brumby

Even though Tuesday hadn't known Kelsey long, but he got the impression that he would like the man. But then, it dawned on Professor Irons that choosing a nurse position at the premier school of Witchcraft and Wizardry was probably a taxing position. Teaching children is one thing, but having to deal with their issues is a different beast entirely. There was a tiny twinge of sympathy in the man's chest, but thankfully the thought passed quickly. Tuesday would nod politely at Kel's thanks.

"Thank ya', pal. It's startin' to feel more like home every day now." Kelsey's excitement was contagious has more questions spurted from the man. As the nurse continued to speak, Tuesday sauntered over towards a line of the non-magical plants, chuckling. "I understand why. I'm pretty sure it would get old living down here if you weren't exactly used to it. That bein' said, feel free to look and stay. My room is just through the office, I could set up a cot, or somethin' for you." The man raised an eyebrow as if to question if he was earnest about staying in the conservatories. The man's offer was a real one. He didn't mind the company. The odd thought of having another person staying with the plants made him smile. It would just be like how it was when he was a kiddo. Pulling his Poplar wand from his pocket, the man would tiredly point the wand at one of the plants in front of him. "Aguamenti." Like a water spigot, clear H20 started to pour from the tip of the wand.

"Oh, frog friends are more than welcome." The man said in response before pulling his wand towards another plant. "I'm sure you know this, but frogs are very helpful in a garden. They have the capacity to eat over one hundred insects a night! Hungry lil' fellas." He was thinking about human's green friends as he once again switched to the third plant in a line. It was like counting sheep....except it was frogs that were jumping. If you thought about it, that makes much more sense. Have you ever seen a sheep jump without cause? No! Frogs jump all the time! It was their primary source of transportation. "So was talking about living down here with me your only question? If so, I should've given you less time." Tuesday chuckled at his own lil' joke, he glanced up to his newfound friend.

Interaction with @Kelsey Brumby

Brumby's reaction only brought Tuesday to attempt to cover his smile with a hand. The man's excitement was contagious, like a yawn or a giggle. This man was awfully silly, and Tuesday loved it. Unfortunately, the majority seemed to be more sour than happy. The first man that popped into his mind was, of course, Mr. Halford Booth. That man always seemed like he was sucking on sour candy. All work and no play make Mr. Booth a dull boy. However, boring men sucking on lemons was aside from the point.

Kelsey knew his stuff. Many people treated frogs as if they were pests, but they were the complete opposite! Maybe they were a tad bit noisy, but hey, a little bit of noise never hurt anyone. "I didn't know that, but I can confirm I've never seen a frog take that big ol' tongue of theirs to lap up some water." Glancing down at Fromage, the Herbology professor nodded and gave a little wave to the toad. "Welcome, miss toad, to my lovely home. I assume you'll love it here as much as I do."

After redirecting the conversation back to the original subject that Kelsey had in mind, the question didn't necessarily shock the Herbology professor. Instead, another chuckle sprouted from the man, "Lemme think..." The American paused for a moment to place a thumb and forefinger against his chin. The age-old tradition of looking thoughtful while not having deep thoughts. At this point, it was more of a habit than an actual attempt to look a certain way. His father always did it growing up, so he figured that it just rubbed off on the man. "I believe that greenhouse five might have some space. I would be careful. However, I would take a bit of care going in there. Some of the plants do have a mean streak." Tuesday didn't know Brumby that well, but he seemed to be trustworthy enough, plus the man knew his way around the plants in this conservatory. "Plus, it'll be nice to have another green-thumbed fella' around. Maybe you can help out around here too?" As the man spoke, he motioned to Kelsey's watering activity.

@Kelsey Brumby
Also taking pot shots at @Halford Booth {No need to respond, Booth, I just wanted to throw shade}