Experiment #008: 'Impromptu Socialization'

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Mentions: @Emil Scovich | @Fawkes Chaos | @Angel Dayes

Herbology was one of the few classes at Hogwarts that didn't completely rack Cirrus' brain. Essentially, it was just gardening with a sprinkle of magic, and she thought herself to have a bit of a green thumb, as evident by the thriving tomato vines in her garden back home. She wasn't overly keen on plants, but she knew her way around a pot and spade. Even if sometimes the plants bit back, she believed that tending to these plants would tend to her in return.

Cirrus had stayed a short while after class to speak with the professor, just for some homework clarification - and to promptly avoid the flood of students that plagued the halls directly after classes, she'd wait for the crowd to clear up prior to getting on with the rest of her day - before she'd languidly returned to her working station and packed up her things. On her way out of the greenhouse, she'd heard clatters and muttering. Naturally, she'd mind her own business, but she could hear every word being uttered for this person would not know subtly if it bit them in the behind. The air also had the cheeky tendency to carry sounds where they were not meant to be heard. She'd silently and inquisitively followed the sound of introspection and spotted the scruff of radiant red hair; they were impossible to miss. What is that person doing...? Poking a poor bubotuber with a stick, it seemed. Cirrus almost rolled her eyes; she knew the pus was hazardous and she could only see this going wrong in a dozen ways.

Fresh off the boat from the muggle-world Cirrus would have simply not meddled. But she'd been at Hogwarts long enough now to have overcome part of her disdain for people - almost every interaction she'd had with wizards had been friendly, some more profound than others - she'd still choose sweet solitude over socialisation, but this person was asking questions in which she had a vague idea of the answer. Her reclusive tendencies were deafened by her desire to help. And, perhaps, to knock some common sense into this person to not poke an irritant plant in all the wrong places.

Cirrus still had the oppressing hand of social awkwardness on weighing heavily on her shoulder as she stepped forward to make herself known, ignoring her dull anxieties when she spoke. "Defense mechanism." She stated, quiet and concise. "Would you not keep your sharpest weapon close to the most vulnerable and valuable part of yourself?" She trained her blank stare on the person, not judging or perceiving, but as a watchful presence.

"Also, I really wouldn't do that if I were you."

<sub>This was her favourite class. Herbology, since growing up doing gardening there was nothing more than just learning about plants. Almost thought she'd be a botanist or running her own apothecary business but she had other interests too which made her conflicted between being in Culinary or Herbology. Either way still was her favourite class.

But a conversation made way to her height hearing for ears as she noticed two students colliding.

She checked the ruckus going on. It was well a Hufflepuff, two puffs of Hufflepuffs to be exact and they seem to be doing some monkey business with the herbs. If they were in muggle school they'd be hearing from the teacher Angel thought it was the same here. With her swift feet she went towards the two and leaned a bit forward.

Her intuition was right. The Hufflepuff boy who she heard introduced himself to the girl awhile before she came. His name was Emil. Fitting name she thought. Anyways she wanted to gently let the boy know what he was doing was dangerous for the safety of others and for himself.

Clearing her throat she raised a question for the Hufflepuffs.

"Excuse me? What seems to be the pro—" cutting herself off she immediately noticed the little concoction going on. Yeah he's a daredevil in the wrong place.

"I don't think doing this will get you very far. Bubotubers are very reactive and their pus can be very bad if not handled correctly." she said informing

The stick clanked towards the white floors and she sighed.

"You're fine just practice safety please, or as I who grew up in a muggle household "Lab Safety" one of the first things you've should've been taught in Science or Herbology to be precise." Angel says with a little swiss with her voice

"Name's Angel. Angel Dayes!" she smiled

Hopefully sense got knocked into him to being much safer for himself and others.</sub>

Did Fawkes enjoy Herbology? Well she couldn't say she loved it as much as some of her other classes but she didn't hate it that's for sure. She could keep a plant alive at least that's for certain. But she'd rather spend her time on her star maps than plants.

She was slightly sleepy after the class. Having stayed up most of the night meant no energy for the day. As she walked back towards the castle she noticed the group of students near the bubotuber plants. She recognised the girls, Cirrus and Angel but not the other hufflepuff with them. Honestly she should have just gone back to the castle but curiosity got the better of her.

She watched as the girls were telling the other hufflepuff about the dangers of the plant. They seemed very insistent on continuing their 'experiment' as they called it.

What in the world are you all doing- She asked looking extremely confused. and why are y'all near bubotuber plants of all things? She looked at the plants as she said this. She moved slightly back to make sure she wasn't near the pus. Just for safety she told herself as she noticed the stick on the ground.

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Mentions: @Emil Scovich | @Fawkes Chaos | @Angel Dayes

Ah, great. More people. Cirrus only wanted to subtly nudge this person away from calamity, not attract a crowd. She doesn't know why she's surprised anymore; it's Hogwarts, the walls have eyes and ears. Literally. Portraits were sentient. Other people knew your thoughts before you'd even thought them, it was often frightening really... All the more reason why she didn't share her name, she'd prefer to remain unknown to avoid any sentimental run-ins in the midst of the corridors. She already knew Fawkes, but they weren't close enough for Cirrus to offer any more grandeur than a little wave. But neither Fawkes nor Angel were the subject of her attention.

Behind every half-baked plan was a nervous wreck, who, in this case, took the form of a particular red head situated across from Cirrus. Their skittish demeanour reminded her like that of a baby deer caught in the scope of a hunter, expecting them to bolt at any moment. Who wouldn't? Three people suddenly imposing on you while you're doing something probably questionable to the wandering eye can't be too kind on one's heartrate. Cirrus intended to make quick work of this then leave so, if Emil were to get some of the pus on them (which she thought to be highly likely with their jitters), Cirrus would not be a scapegoat when they had to visit the infirmary. Not that she'd immediately assume the worst of people. No... she would.

Cirrus ignored the other two and focused on Emil, speaking once more. "I really don't see how a stick is intended to be less damaging to the plant." A pause, peering beyond Emil and at the bubotuber that was viciously secreting pus as if it were irritated. For being riddled with anxiety, this Emil Scovich didn't seem too concerned with safety. Cirrus was just trying to help. "But perhaps you should direct your curiosity elsewhere? I'm sure a textbook has all the answers to your questions..."

<sub>The Hufflepuff girl who looked like sunshine seemed to take things under control. Looking over to the Hufflepuff, he could've been a Gryffindor if she hadn't took a closer look. Angel simply whispered a full sentence with oh, a few languages she knew.

"Oh là là, sana hindi siya kinakabahan. Byddai'n drueni, he seemed to be having fun." she whispered under her breath, which meant fully in english, Oh dear, I hope he's not nervous. It'd be a shame, he seemed to be having fun. Her gaze meeting Emil's again. Walking up to him Angel wanted to let the boy know he did nothing wrong, and that maybe she would become friends with him. Along with the other Hufflepuff girl. Hufflepuffs were cool and awesome. Much more it would be a breath of fresh air for her. Never had she ever really making connections with her badger classmates, she wanted to ask which was as shot in the dark. She couldn't read their minds but she hoped they accepted her offer.

"You know, you seem like a nice lad, how about it? Want to be friends?" she turned to him with her swiss voice

"How about you guys?" Angel asked the Hufflepuff girl. She didn't know if they even wanted to be friends but Angel wanted to be friends with any houses here, and defiantly making friends outside her house. Angel saw Emil without gloves, so to her initiative, got a pair of thick gloves, and picked up his stick. Giving him a pair of new tools to handle the plant safely.</sub>

Wc: 202 Interactions: Emil, Cirrus, Angel Date: 18/4/26 Time: sometime after Herbology

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I'm Fawkes. She said raising her hand with a slight wave. She watched the hufflepuff try to explain their experimentation on the bubotuber plants. Technically she began, the plants belong to the greenhouses. Either way its still dangerous.

She glanced over as Cirrus suggested using a textbook instead. Well still Fawkes could understand why Emil tried to experiment themselves. Its more effective to verify your suspicions with your own experiments rather than blindly trusting a textbook but at the same time in order to conduct experiments one needs to ensure proper safety. Bubotuber plants were not what she would consider safe. At least with how limited their knowledge on them was.

When Angel asked to be friends Fawkes was hesitant at first considering their past history. But she wasn't the type of person to hold such minor grudges so she just shrugged it off. Sure. She replied with a small smile as she saw her hand Emil the gloves and their stick back. I think we should possibly find another stick, preferably a longer one so we aren't so close to the plant, if you want to continue experimenting. Safety is important with these kinds of things. She pointed out.