24 Feb 2020, 22:20
An array of scents
Shrivel fig. Ginger. Geranium. Knotgrass. The smells of herbs and plants filling up the greenhouse were overwhelming. A numerous amount of varying species were surrounding the Hufflepuff girl. Just now, she had entered the greenhouse and gobs of aromas came her way. She was amazed by the assortment of fauna that was gathered in the plant house. Wow... If only my mum could see this. She would be so envious of this place. I should tell her about this in my next letter. Fyriel stood amidst the range of plants and chose to look around a bit. The girl walked followed the paths in between the tables and flowerbeds. A great urge filled the girl to discover all she could about this greenery. As studious as she was, she had a great interest in learning all she could. Her interest went out to many different themes and Herbology was one of them.
Another urge swelled up in Fyriel’s mind. So badly, she wanted to touch them. Hold and smell them. To have a closer look at some of these exquisite organisms. Fyriel knew better than that. She knew some of these, or most of these plants, have dangerous abilities. One wrong touch or sniff could send her to the Hospital wing. That was not something she was looking forward to. Therefore, with little effort Fyriel restrained herself from touching anything. Not even the prettiest, most attractive plants could convince her to take a risk. The Hufflepuff had a great and considerably risky love for adventure. It made her bold and impulsive sometimes. Luckily, she also owned a well-taught sense of responsibility, it made her think before her actions. Most of the time at least.
“Enough exploring Fy!” the girl told herself. “Time to do what I came here for, we are trying to win here!” Fyriel searched the room for the perfect spot. In the furthest corner opposite her, all the way at the back of the Greenhouse, she saw it. The corner was filled to the brim with plants, flowers, pots and gardening tools. Most plants were sitting on a wooden table leaning against the glass wall of the plant house. Fyriel quickly sneaked towards the furthest nook of the place and carefully payed attention not to knock over any pots or other decorations on her way. When she reached the wooden table, Fyriel tried to figure out a plan of how to hide there. She wanted to hide under the table and cover herself with the overhanging leaves of the plants on top. She was in fact in the middle of a game of Hide and Seek. Someone was searching for several students hiding throughout the castle or the grounds surrounding it. Fyriel loved adventures and the thrill of being hunted got her adrenaline up and running. Even if it was just a playful game of Hide and Seek, she was pumped.
With utmost precision and care, the Huffle girl slid her way in between the plants and underneath the wooden table. She felt the graze of some twigs or leaves on her back but since she was wearing a thick woollen jumper today, she was not worried about it touching her. As long as nothing touched her skin, she was safe. Under the table it was dark, dusty and a smell of decayed greenery entered Fyriel’s nose. Eww, what is that stench? What happened to the pleasant smell of Gingerroot? A sneeze escaped from Fyriel before she realized she strong smells were affecting her. I hope I’m not allergic to any of these… Now, all that was left to do was to wait. So, Fyriel patiently waited until the end of the game and crossed her fingers she wouldn’t be discovered by the seeker.
Another urge swelled up in Fyriel’s mind. So badly, she wanted to touch them. Hold and smell them. To have a closer look at some of these exquisite organisms. Fyriel knew better than that. She knew some of these, or most of these plants, have dangerous abilities. One wrong touch or sniff could send her to the Hospital wing. That was not something she was looking forward to. Therefore, with little effort Fyriel restrained herself from touching anything. Not even the prettiest, most attractive plants could convince her to take a risk. The Hufflepuff had a great and considerably risky love for adventure. It made her bold and impulsive sometimes. Luckily, she also owned a well-taught sense of responsibility, it made her think before her actions. Most of the time at least.
“Enough exploring Fy!” the girl told herself. “Time to do what I came here for, we are trying to win here!” Fyriel searched the room for the perfect spot. In the furthest corner opposite her, all the way at the back of the Greenhouse, she saw it. The corner was filled to the brim with plants, flowers, pots and gardening tools. Most plants were sitting on a wooden table leaning against the glass wall of the plant house. Fyriel quickly sneaked towards the furthest nook of the place and carefully payed attention not to knock over any pots or other decorations on her way. When she reached the wooden table, Fyriel tried to figure out a plan of how to hide there. She wanted to hide under the table and cover herself with the overhanging leaves of the plants on top. She was in fact in the middle of a game of Hide and Seek. Someone was searching for several students hiding throughout the castle or the grounds surrounding it. Fyriel loved adventures and the thrill of being hunted got her adrenaline up and running. Even if it was just a playful game of Hide and Seek, she was pumped.
With utmost precision and care, the Huffle girl slid her way in between the plants and underneath the wooden table. She felt the graze of some twigs or leaves on her back but since she was wearing a thick woollen jumper today, she was not worried about it touching her. As long as nothing touched her skin, she was safe. Under the table it was dark, dusty and a smell of decayed greenery entered Fyriel’s nose. Eww, what is that stench? What happened to the pleasant smell of Gingerroot? A sneeze escaped from Fyriel before she realized she strong smells were affecting her. I hope I’m not allergic to any of these… Now, all that was left to do was to wait. So, Fyriel patiently waited until the end of the game and crossed her fingers she wouldn’t be discovered by the seeker.
Give to those who have nothing to give to you
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24 Feb 2020, 23:13
An array of scents
Kara ran off from the Great Hall after she had dropped off Brionna and then was running towards the grounds. Kara guessed that most people would go to the grounds since there were many more hiding places outside, even though Hogwarts is large and holds many secrets, it would seem best to go outside to the small minded and people whom didn't think it through well enough.@Fyriel Starlingwood @Jorah Moussa
Kara neared the greenhouses of the Herbology class as she looked around for anything that could lead her to her next unlucky classmate. She went through every greenhouse, looking at every nook and cranny, but it all came up empty, till she saw the last one at the end of the row.
Kara peeped into the conservatory of many jumbled up plants and herbs. If you knew about it, it was probably in this greenhouse. She padded into the greenhouse carefully, making sure to not knock down any pots or plants on the ground. She also steered near of touching them, not wanting to get her finger bitten off.
As she shuffled through the array of plants delicately, she noticed a robe sticking out from one of the wooden tables. She ducked under to see a girl whom she knew was Fyriel Starlingwood.
"Found you!" She said.
She helped the girl out from under the table and smiled at her,
"Sorry Starlingwood, but of course, I got to win." She said, although her voice didn't scream 'apologetic.'