Anything You Want Closed

Rowara walked into the room behind some other blond girl and almost tripped herself as she was too nervous looking at her feet to notice the person in front of her. She managed to shake herself off and continue inside. Rowara always loved plants so knew she would enjoy this area most. she took in the smell of the soil being used for the plants. It smelled like a forest in here. All the plants hanging from the ceiling, the walls and lined up in pots. Some pots were set aside in a stack in the corner, empty, awaiting to be filled with whatever strange magical plant the teacher had conjured up figuratively to have the students replant or grow or whatever. She didn't know really seeing as this was her first trip into the small place.

She walked over to have a seat next to something that resembled a bunch of balloons bunched together into a cactus form. She could have sworn she saw that one in her herbology book. What was it called? She opened her book and looked it up. Smelling the new book smell before doing so, she flipped the many pages looking for whatever that thing was. Finally she found it! Bulbotubar. Pus is used to treat acne if properly diluted. Properly diluted, like everything else it seems. She then realised someone else was reading over her shoulder where Charles, her cat, currently resided.

"Uh hello." She said timidly.

"You're the one from the ballroom!" Evan nodded, partly annoyed and partly amused. "Oh there's no class? Ha Ha Ha." His 'laughs' were clearly acting, and he groaned. "Dammit!" Despite his annoyance, he found some light, "Hey. Isn't Herbology where all the plants are? That's gotta be cool." He shrugged, "You guys wanna check 'em out, or am I all alone?" He sighed, he decided it was better than being annoyed over a mistaken class that never happened in the first place. Before anything was decided, his legs decided to prepare themselves, in whatever way, before the boy turned back to the others.

"I'm kinda interested in Puffapods. They have a cool name. Puffapod." He repeated it out loud, and despite the first part of the sentence being to other people, the last word was him speaking to himself. "My bad, I speak to myself a bit, get excited 'n' stuff." The boy began to look outside, admiring his surroundings. Even if the others in the greenhouse or wherever they were, he forgot to pay attention, in whatever way you can, he would still look around. He decided the sights before him were too important to neglect. A small grin formed on the boy's face, and he waited for the others around him to respond.

"No class? Oh I must have gotten the schedule mixed up again. I'm so bad at that. I keep getting everything mixed up. Getting on a new schedule is so hard after the one I've been on since... well... forever. Usually I have play hour with my sister at this time of day. My sister is Emily. She's 6 years younger than me but we still have fun." He laughed and it was a strange laugh. She wasn't sure if it was a real one or not but let it slide out of her skull as he started to talk about Puffapods.

"I read about Puffapods. Don't drop them! That's what I learned." She said as she looked around for a possible Pod to point out. She didn't see any but then again from her perspective, still sitting, she may not see it from this angle. She pet her cat's tail and he wrapped himself around her comforting as conversations with others made her nervous. "Good kitty..." she mumbled to him, petting his back, currently around the back of her neck.

"Do you see any Puffapods because I don't." She asked as she looked around once more and sniffing to find out what that strange smell was.

Clary raised an eyebrow at Evan's strange mannerisms, unsure of why he was acting that way. Was he embarrassed for mistaking the schedule or just annoyed after they're little run-in in the ballroom? The kid was speaking a thousand miles a minute, and Clary found herself slightly overwhelmed after his near-silent demeanor back in the ballroom, though perhaps he was only quiet since Lucas had come and interrupted him before he had the chance to throw any more insults in her direction. She walked over to greet Evan at the entrance to the greenhouse, listening to him ramble away.

Herbology was indeed the class where all of the plants were, and she realized right away why the boy hadn't been sorted into Ravenclaw. She was pretty sure that greenhouses were known for holding plants inside of them, not potions, or any other wild concept! She'd already been checking them out for a while but didn't feel the need to form a rebuttal in Evan's direction. She agreed to his suggestion of exploring and perked up the mention of puffapods, remembering them from her sketchbook. "Puffapods... those are the ones shaped like eggs that sprout little pink flowers when they come into contact with a solid object, right? I'm pretty sure trolls are allergic to them, as well." 

She glanced in Evan's direction to confirm that her suspicions on the subject of the strange plant was true and gestured for him to enter the greenhouse, hoping the second set of eyes would help her track down what she was looking for.

Evan did enter the greenhouse, looking around. He'd already seen enough from outside, but he supposed going inside wouldn't do much harm. He sort of thought Clary was a creep by the way she was staring, but shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, they're the egg like ones, I know." He said, as if bragging about his intelligence levels, but his tone said otherwise. It was more of a 'just get on with it' than a, 'yeah I know already' sort of tone. "What's with the stare?" He asked, before turning around to look at the different plants that filled the Herbology greenhouse. It honestly was fascinating.

The definitely not Ravenclaw wizard was having trouble identifying each type of plant inside, which was why it was such a fun game. How long would it take? He went around in search of a Puffapod, with a rough description located in his head. He approached an egg like thingy that just so happened to like one. "Mission accomplished.." He muttered, "I think." He turned to the girl who had creepily stared at him and had caused such a loud and annoying noise in the ballroom days prior. A noise that really had gotten on his nerves.

"Well... that's that. Anything else? I'm bored and have way too much time on my hands. Or had, when's the next lesson, again?"

Rosie was distracted by the plants, so for once she was relatively quiet. She sort of waited for someone to approach her as she explored the room, tracing her hands along the concrete. Her mind was full of different thoughts. What were some of these plants? Were they dangerous? How delicate? Maybe, some of them were illegal in the world outside of Hogwarts. She wasn't very sure.

She turned to the group of people that had filed in and grinned, happy that more and more people were arriving to the Herbology class. More people meant more people to introduce herself too! She looked over the kiddos and crossed her arms. There were a few Hufflepuff there, so that also gave Rosie some comfort. They had been nice... So far, but as everyone knew, Hufflepuff reputation was guaranteed to have nice kiddos. Such as Rosie herself! She didn't remember the last time she had gotten mad, much less yelled at someone. Maybe her little brother when he threw up on her. That was gross.

Anyway! Rosie made her way over to where everyone was, wanting to be involved with any conversation that might start! Afterall, Rosie had to make friends somehow.

She sat there for a second not realising until now that Rowara wasn't being talked to. So she sat in silence until a girl very much like herself with blond hair came in and sat down. Holding her book still and taking another whiff of the room, she and Charles walked over to her and tried to start a conversation.

"Uh hi, I'm Rowara and I'm new here. I thought there was a class but there isn't and I don't know what to do. I thought that they were talking to me," eyeing the Ravenclaw. "but I guess not."

She looked at her open book in her hand and pointed out Puffapods "They were talking about these..." She said dismissively. "I love the smell of the place. It's like walking into a flower or plant shop with new soil just added to some of the plants." She took a big inhale of air and let it out slowly. "Like spring."

Hoping she could be friends she awaited for the other young lady, Rosie, to hopefully want to talk to her and hoped she wasn't interrupting anything in doing so as she often did. Rowara doesn't do social interactions well... at all...

Rosie approached Rowara with a broad grin, holding out her hand. "I don't know if I've introduced myself yet, but hi! I'm Rosie, it's a pleasure to meet you." It probably seemed right away that Rosie loved talking. And maybe more to new people. "I'm a bit lost myself, but maybe we can try to introduce ourselves together? I don't know many people either." She sighed.

Rosie was evidently a bright one. Despite her small and skinny figure, she had a face on that said she was practically ready to take on the world. The young Hufflepuff stood at roughly 4'5, she had long brown hair that reached down to her waist and big bright green eyes. Rosie didn't seem intimidating in the slightest, and that's what she was going for. She shifted from foot to foot as she smiled at the new girl she encountered, eager to make another friend!

When Rosie was younger, she never really had a hard time with, let’s say, bonding with her cousins at an awkward family party. Socialization just kinda came natural to her as she interacted with more and more people. And as the extrovert she was, and the fact she was also eager to learn magic, this gave her a wonderful opportunity to let that trait of her shine.

He was bored, and approached the two girls, seen as Claryssa North had appeared to vanish from sight. He wanted to start a discussion and got very bored when there wasn't a fire burning. In a non-drama way, he wasn't a fan. "Hey, I'm Evan." He said. He didn't know if he appeared, 'creepy' as he didn't consider it. Evan was also a clumsy boy, and there were chances that if he wasn't paying attention, he could easily fall flat on the ground, onto his face. "How'd you like Herbology?" He asked, personally, he didn't. He never thought of the lesson that included plants, which he did like, as his own personal favourite. His personal favorite was charms, and loved every part of it.

Enough about Evan, he was speaking to others, who he didn't know the name of and decided not to guess. It would be awkward if he said 'Jane,' and 'Mary' or something, and plus, who guesses names, anyways? He began to tap his feet in a pattern for several moments, becoming increasingly bored. Eventually, he realized that it could easily be seen as weird or something, and decided to stop. Now, he was simply waiting for a response. If he got one, there was a higher chance of him making a friend, and who doesn't want to make friends? He mentally shrugged his shoulders as he prepared for whatever answers they would give, if any at all, that was.

Rowara smiled brightly. Finally someone to talk to and hopefully to be friends with. She herself stood at about the same height as Rosie with hair down to her shoulders. Her cat hopped off her shoulders and went to go nose around in the plants, carefully, as to not get too close in case one was dangerous. He found himself an empty pot of dirt and started pawing around

"Hi, I'm RowaraDragon." She said a little fast, almost connecting her name into one, to both this boy who had just come up and Rosie herself. ""Yea I don't know anyone here. That's the only one I know and that's Charles. He's my therapy cat." Rowara looked at Charlie playing in the dirt. "However sometimes he does other things like that..." She looked at the cat as he had made a mess all over the floor digging further into the pot and then placing himself within like a cat to a box. All you could see were his little brindle ears poking out of the top of the pot.

"Such a goofball... Do you have any pets?" She asked. She loved animals and could talk all day about them. "I love animals. My sister has a cat too by the name of William but he's with her. She's normal... far as we know, and 5."