Closed Errand Bloody Weeds PV Delainie S, Hannah B, Alan V

28/10/2023

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Alan strolled through the grounds of the castle, looking for a group in which he might tag along with, when he saw a familiar face among two faces that seemed less familiar. With an optimistic 'Why not?' attitude the seventh year tightened his grip on the gardening spade and rake he had picked up along the way and jogged over. A familiar feline in tow, as Tiger jumped over branches and vines to make it after his two-legged friend. With a grin on his face he reached the group, just stopping himself from stepping on a vial that laid abandoned in the grass, nestled between falling leaves and smaller vines. With a small shrug Alan picked it up and threw Dee a gaze, as she seemed the most likely owner of this vial. "Did you just throw this potion on the ground? Why, you should know that this isn't how to use a potion, right?" he said with the grin still present on his face, a bit of banter and curiosity present in his voice.

His gaze wandered over to the two younger years that seemed to also tag along with Dee, making him give them a small smile. "Alan here, and this-", he leaned down to scratch the feline below his chin lightly, "is Tiger. I am pretty sure he won't be of much help unless you would call chasing butterflies help," he introduced himself with a shrug as he stood back up. He turned back to Dee. "I assume we are covering the ground? Since these two seem too young to venture into the forest so making that our responsibility would be awkward," he clarified with the Ravenclaw ex-Prefect. After having done a lot of the talking the Prefect decided to take a look around and almost winced at the numerous vines that spread across the once beautiful grounds. He was usually not one to be disgusted by plants, but the rotten stench that seemed to surround these plants did not seem pleasant and worst of all would cause the plants to grow without wildlife posing a danger to them. No wildlife in their right mind would consider this plant edible, which is what likely had allowed it to fester this much. It was long time that someone did something to stop it from spreading further and eliminate the danger it posed to the existing ecosystem. "Let's get to it then, I guess?" he tried to raise encouragement in especially the younger students, knowing full well that Dee was hardly was one to need encouragement.

Dee threw the vial of Herbicide, fully expecting someone to catch it, then blinked in surprise as it simply fell to the ground. The girl either hadn't noticed, or perhaps been wary of being hit by suspicious green glass vials and decided to dodge rather than catch. In any case, no one moved to get it, or even reacted to her (incredibly generous, if you asked her) offer, and Dee stared at it for a moment in disbelief before looking up at the approaching girls. "Um, yeah," she replied, her lips twitching as she raised the spade and rake. "I think that can be assumed from the extremely inconspicuous gardening equipment." She gave the girl a quick onceover, her eyebrows rising. "You, on the other hand, look awfully ill-equipped for this errand. Are you planning to dig out the weeds with your hands?" The flash of a smile on Dee's face took some of the sting from her words.

The corner of her mouth quirked up further at the introduction. "Hi Delainie. I have another friend called Del, so I probably won't call you that, I'm sorry. It would be kinda confusing, don't you think? I'm Dee." Her name was added almost as an afterthought, her typical negligence in introducing herself. Perhaps it was arrogant to assume that people still just knew her, she mused; her days as prefect and duelling captain had ended over a year ago. Still. What's in a name? It certainly wasn't the most important thing.

But perhaps she was alone with that opinion, as the next girl also led with her name. "Hi Hannah," Dee replied, amusement growing. "No, feel free to help yourself to your own portion of weed, I don't intend to claim it all." The more the merrier, and the more weeds they pulled, the fewer of these things she'd have to touch. Teamwork or something like that.

And, she supposed, if they didn't want the Herbicide, there'd be more left for her. Stepping around Delainie, Dee tried to spot where the vial had landed - but someone got to it before her. She snorted, but gave Alan a lazy wave to signal he could keep the potion. "Technically I threw it at someone," she replied, a grin spreading on her face. "But thank you for the information. I'll make sure to use it properly next time." She turned back to the two girls, considering. "Yeah, you're probably right," she conceded. "Let's stick to the edges of the forest, hm? There's enough of them already out here... sadly."

She'd offer the rake she was carrying to Hannah, then sniffed again, her face twisting into a disgusted grimace at the smell. "Hold on, let's do something about that." Dee pointed her wand at her own head. "Aspira." If willing, a bubble would spread around her head, hopefully containing clean air. At least, cleaner than what she'd have to breathe closer to the weeds.

Casting the Bubblehead Charm at herself.

Dee's inventory: Spade, rake, wand, two vials one vial of Herbicide

Upon receiving a signal to keep the potion vial, the seventh year gave an impish shrug and pocketed the stoppered vial. "Finders Keepers, I like it," he gave the fitting response as he gave a look around the examine the situation. The weeds must have spread like crazy during the summer to be this advanced already. If it was not for the putrid smell this would have been a great Halloween decoration. However it simply did not feel healthy and he could not help but wondered how many plants and wild life got threatened by this spread of disease. Perhaps he could keep part of it and offer it to Miss Blumenthal for further research? Just to ensure this plant would not negatively affect the poor creatures inhabiting the forest.

Following Dee's example, Alan would then move on to cast two Bubble-Head Charms. One for himself and another one for Tiger, who must be suffering from the smell even worse than he was. So some clean air would probably be quite welcome. And after he got over the confusion of the Bubble, he seemed to almost caught up in a game or something, so Alan went back to focus on Dee and the other students as fresh air finally filled his own lungs. "Great idea, Dee! What procedure do you recommend? Do we just try to destroy as much as we can and then get the Herbicide on the root systems?". He found the idea was probably a good way of dealing with this, but he was worried with how effectively they could even get rid off these vines and weeds. He was sure the ordeal would take weeks of proper monitoring, both the plants itselves to ensure it wouldn't come back but also the animals and waters that could have been compromised from the sickness and vileness of this plant.

WEIRD WEEDS MOD POST

The plant did not wither, doused in poison the strange, grotesque plant seemed to continue to thrive.