1 Oct 2023, 11:11
Doing my part
As much a Flynn loved to wander the grounds of Hogwarts he knew the beauty wouldn't come free and after hearing a request to help remove some weeds Flynn thought the least he could do was maintain the elegance of the grounds so with barely any prior knowledge to what the weed was out he went with a spade and bag ready to dive head first into pest control.
As Flynn crested the hill that stood between him and the edge of the forbidden forest he quickly realised he was a little late to the party as no fewer then 10 people all on their hands and knees plucking various sized plants from the grounds. As Flynn neared his desired spot he passed a few students who seemed to be muffling gags of disgust and pinching their noses. A little weird but maybe they just aren't used to the outdoors. With the forbidden forest looming over him Flynn took a knee next to a cluster of crimson weeds who's pustules were oozing a strange sour smelling liquid. While most heard the chilling wind and various snaps and cracks and understandably be scared (it wouldn't be called the forbidden forest without a reputation) Flynn on the other hand was encapsulated from what lay within and while there was an imaginary barrier between him and the weird and wonderful beasts from within the sounds and colours still intrigued Flynn as the stillness and chill from the forest contrasting the warm and homey feel of the forest where he currently resided made the few feet between them feel like completely seperate worlds.
As he snapped out of his invasive fantasies he places his mind on the invasive weeds in front of him. As Flynn started proding at the dirt to try and locate the edges of the roots he accidentally sliced a root that released a foul smelling odour that even Flynn wasn't ready for. As the stench stained his nostrils he wondered how such a smell could be protruding from a natural source. Once the smell had faded he returned to more delicately pry the plant free of its earthly restraints and as the smell started to ooze more from the plant Flynn carelessly flung it into the bag without thinking twice. Returning to his humble cluster Flynn was slowly getting memories of spring cleaning with his parents and the weeds that grew around their humble abode. While none resembled anything like the mess that laid before him he still took a little solitude in feeling like he was back home with his family for even a brief moment. While he loving the lavish lifestyle of Hogwarts and the world of magic the feelings of homesickness would set in from time to time but Flynn could always take moments like this to remind himself of home to help alleviate the burden a little more. As the hours passed by and the film of sweat had developed into a few beads dripping from his forehead, even though his forearms ached through the labour of stabbing the half baked soil Flynn endured the struggle to bear the fruits of his labours and by the end hopefully end up with a bag or two full of weeds. If nothing more Flynn can look back on today and say "I was just doing my part"
As Flynn crested the hill that stood between him and the edge of the forbidden forest he quickly realised he was a little late to the party as no fewer then 10 people all on their hands and knees plucking various sized plants from the grounds. As Flynn neared his desired spot he passed a few students who seemed to be muffling gags of disgust and pinching their noses. A little weird but maybe they just aren't used to the outdoors. With the forbidden forest looming over him Flynn took a knee next to a cluster of crimson weeds who's pustules were oozing a strange sour smelling liquid. While most heard the chilling wind and various snaps and cracks and understandably be scared (it wouldn't be called the forbidden forest without a reputation) Flynn on the other hand was encapsulated from what lay within and while there was an imaginary barrier between him and the weird and wonderful beasts from within the sounds and colours still intrigued Flynn as the stillness and chill from the forest contrasting the warm and homey feel of the forest where he currently resided made the few feet between them feel like completely seperate worlds.
As he snapped out of his invasive fantasies he places his mind on the invasive weeds in front of him. As Flynn started proding at the dirt to try and locate the edges of the roots he accidentally sliced a root that released a foul smelling odour that even Flynn wasn't ready for. As the stench stained his nostrils he wondered how such a smell could be protruding from a natural source. Once the smell had faded he returned to more delicately pry the plant free of its earthly restraints and as the smell started to ooze more from the plant Flynn carelessly flung it into the bag without thinking twice. Returning to his humble cluster Flynn was slowly getting memories of spring cleaning with his parents and the weeds that grew around their humble abode. While none resembled anything like the mess that laid before him he still took a little solitude in feeling like he was back home with his family for even a brief moment. While he loving the lavish lifestyle of Hogwarts and the world of magic the feelings of homesickness would set in from time to time but Flynn could always take moments like this to remind himself of home to help alleviate the burden a little more. As the hours passed by and the film of sweat had developed into a few beads dripping from his forehead, even though his forearms ached through the labour of stabbing the half baked soil Flynn endured the struggle to bear the fruits of his labours and by the end hopefully end up with a bag or two full of weeds. If nothing more Flynn can look back on today and say "I was just doing my part"
2 Nov 2023, 16:42
Doing my part
WEIRD WEEDS MOD POST
The plant was not easy to remove. The thick stalk went deep into the ground and it would require two hands and a mighty (actually several mighty) yanks to extricate the plant from the ground. The roots went deep and seemed to wrap around rocks and other plants. The remains of a dead woodland creature apparently strangled by the roots of the plant came up with it.
"I’m Bean."
STA 10 | EVA 7 | STR 5 | WIS 20 | ARC 15 | ACC 13
STA 10 | EVA 7 | STR 5 | WIS 20 | ARC 15 | ACC 13