Post by Sabrina Eckhart on Oct 19, 2017 18:33:55 GMT -7
FIRST YEARS THREAD*
Okay, so this is your typical rapid-fire, anything goes (within reason,) get to know everyone's characters sort of thread. It's set at the Black Lake during a Herbology lesson, and the task given for the is below. Overall, just have fun with it, get to know everyone and we'll see where the mischief leads us.
*This is mainly a first years thread but if there are few students that have bunked who want to wander in, so be it.
TASK: 'In groups or pairs correctly locate gillyweed from the numerous water-dwelling plants, collect a sample, and then write up all you have learned about gillyweed.'
Post by Sabrina Eckhart on Oct 19, 2017 18:36:29 GMT -7
It had come as some surprise to Sabrina when she first arrived at Hogwarts - baring in mind that she was a muggleborn - to find out that some classes contained no real magic at all. Of course while she felt understandably cheated since she had be reliably informed this was a school of witchcraft and wizardry, she did feel some smug satisfaction to learn that those who happened to have been brought up in the magical world would not have any advantage over her in some lessons.
Herbology as she understood it was basically weird, sometimes sentient gardening, and there was nothing more English or 'mugglish' than a good spot of gardening. Sabrina had spent many springs and summers de-weeding her Grandfather's large garden so she was quite confident she was the most skilled and accomplished person in the class already. Or she had been until the class had been led to the Black Lake for a session on gillyweed.
Travelling down to the lake on a cold, autumn morning was not what Sabrina had envisioned, but for the sake of doing well she kept her mouth closed and scowled at the other students who were moaning. She was entirely on the professors side right until they were all given their task. Glancing down at the piece of parchment that had been handed to her, the Slytherin rejected the urge to scream.
In groups or pairs! This was not acceptable. There wasn't even any extra credit work, but that was besides the point how was Sabrina ever supposed to find someone tolerable who would agree to work with her? It was like her professor wanted her to fail.
ELEVEN | MUGGLEBORN | POLIOSIS | PROBABLY SMARTER THAN YOU
Herbology? Roarke couldn't believe it was an actual, in real life class, after having gone through actually useful classes in regular public school like science, math, english, history.. what was the use in learning about plants, exactly? Sure, it made for a decent unit in science class, but it didn't justify an entire bloody subject on it. Despite the fact that most people in his house seemed to enjoy the subject, Roarke continued to be skeptical about it from the day he started it, and it certainly wasn't waning now as they were sent off from their usual greenhouse with instructions to collect gillyweed with a partner, or in groups.
"You're going to be my partner, right? Good," he said, clapping Bianca on the back lightly. He was almost always at her side in classes they shared, too conservative to try to make himself comfortable with anyone else. Once, he had been hesitant in touching her, as all touch made him blush impulsively, but she was his friend, and there was no better person to practice his confidence with than her. "What the everloving hell is gillyweed anyway?" he asked, wondering if she'd have any better idea, but then - she was a muggleborn too.
Dodging a look across the path, he noted Sabrina Eckhart near the lake already, no one at her side, as everyone else seamlessly divided into groups or pairs. He didn't bother hiding his snicker; what a surprise, she wasn't well-liked enough to find a partner. She wouldn't find someone to cry a river out of him, that was for sure.
THIRTEEN ⌘ MUGGLEBORN ⌘ STUBBORN ⌘ PROBABLY HATES YOU ⌘ GOES BY "ROARKE"
Post by Jeremiah Day on Oct 19, 2017 20:04:45 GMT -7
Jeremiah was nervous about today's herbology lesson to say the least. The boy really enjoyed reading about the subject. It was fascinating. But the application of it? Well, like potions, it wasn't his strongest suit. He always managed to do something off, missing a step or getting a measurement wrong and then catastrophe. And points lost for Ravenclaw.
But that wasn't his only concern for this little field trip. His biggest concern was the lake. He'd been avoiding it like the plague ever since he'd been forced to ride a boat across it his first night in the castle. It wasn't until after that a fourth year informed him that there were evil mermaids, creepy creatures, and a giant squid. Why they allowed first years across the inky black water was beyond him and he wasn't looking forward to going near it again. What if something were to pull him in?
Letting out a shaking hand, the boy played anxiously with the hem of his Ravenclaw robes, tailing the group of students. Maybe Professor Harker wouldn't notice that he wasn't going near the water if he found a partner that would do it for him and bring back the sample. But then again, he was too nervous to ask anyone to be his partner. He figured he'd either be the odd number out or be left with whoever else didn't have a partner when all was said and done.
Post by HANNAH S-2 on Oct 19, 2017 20:31:03 GMT -7
Herbology wasn't one of Fletcher's favorite classes, but it was still a necessary one. Unlike Charms or Transfiguraiton, he couldn't really do anything to read ahead. Their textbook was basically a list of plants and their properties, and he had no reason to believe they would learn about all of them in the span of a term. Besides, he had to leave some classes for other people to excel in. Fletcher was a know it all, and a nerd, but he wasn't an attention hog. At least not all the time.
Their task was simple, at least it seemed to be to him. They all wandered down to the lake in a group, Fletcher looking carefully at his feet the entire time (or occasionally over at Nevaeh Winters). He didn't really need a partner, but he figured he'd have to get one to follow the rules. The instructions were clear, pairs or groups. The boy looked around, his back straight as he stood at the edge. He couldn't help but scoff at Boniface Roarke. "You should like it. It's a weed, and you can actually call it that." He recalled the last conversation they'd had that somehow ended up with Roarke calling people seaweed, and Fletcher claiming he was instead a seaflower. Classic.
"How big are groups supposed to be?" It didn't specify whether they were to be in small groups, or whether their faceless mass could all combine efforts. He looked to Sabrina Eckhart for her input on the task, though figured she'd rather go for a swim or otherwise break the rules.
Post by Theodosia Eaton on Oct 19, 2017 22:45:02 GMT -7
Theo and Herbology were not a good match. She understood the theory behind the subject; anyone who couldn't not grasp the concept of magical plants was completely and utterly stupid. However, what she did not enjoy was the actual participating that was required for the class. "I'm not going into the water," she said softly. In no way did she want Harker to hear her small gesture of rebellion, considering her grade was dependent on what she did today. If she was able to give the appearance of doing the dirty work, maybe she could still receive some marks for the assignments.
To achieve this, she knew she had to piggyback off someone else's group. "Let's get to it," she demanded out of no one particular. By making the announcement, Theo hoped the someone would rally behind her. "And don't think about eating it. Merlin knows Harker doesn't want to fish any dimwits out of the Black Lake."
The last time the class of Herbology involved a hands-on activity, circumstances had led Aleksandra and Eliana Silverstein into the Forbidden Forest. Of course, that incident wasn't part of the Professor's intention, it was just her being stupid enough to follow her reckless partner. But this time was a case of being officially asked to step into the Black Lake with her entire year—the sight of the lakeside teeming with hundreds of students bringing a wave of anxiety—causing her to assume that their teacher was not the biggest fan of common sense. Group tasks were always inefficient; and tasks that involved an entire class was nothing but a disaster in the making.
It would get her marks, though. Which made it important enough to participate in. The Slytherin's first reaction to the announcement was to walk around and try to find a familiar face to pair up with. Nevaeh Winters should've been close-by, but it seemed as if Alex had lost track of her dorm-mate in all the commotion, and Elizabeth Adeline McHenry was always difficult to pin down owing to her silly Sorting. She would have to settle down with some stranger. But who...?
"Let's get to it,"
Alex turned to face the source of the voice, finding herself next to some random Ravenclaw girl. Well, here was one willing to get right to the task; unlike most of their peers who were still discussing what Gillyweed was. All numbskulls bound for scoring a T in Herbology. "Sure. Do you want to team up?" she asked, trying to be both polite and direct. Completing the activity faster would hopefully gain them better grades, so there was no point in dilly-dallying around the conversation.
"I hope somebody does eat it. It could be an incentive for Harker to not give us any other task that involves getting dirty," she replied to the girl's next comment while stealing a solemn glance at her own clean hands. Not for long.
Post by Diana Soper on Oct 20, 2017 8:38:47 GMT -7
Down, down by the water we find ourselves together but lost in translation. We're all first years, but we're all so vastly different. I shoot a glance over at the boys and the girls in my year and I'm not sure I fit in with any of them; sure, everyone feels like that. My mother told me about how it takes a few weeks for someone to find their feet when they start a new class but it's been... a while and I'm not sure whether I'm ever going to find my feet and extend up to pointe technique like I want to.
But here I am. Cold and if I don't make a move sooner rather than later, most definitely alone. Strange faces and people flaunting robes of different colours to the Slytherin emerald green; that is what I have come to know and love. But bridges don't build themselves, and if I don't start now, it'll be too late and I'll have to find a spark to burn everyone else's and force them to build towards me. I don't want to be that kind of burden, no, I want to be someone's proper, real, good friend. Perhaps this is an opportunity—yes—an opportunity to show the rest of my year what I'm capable of.
And whilst Herbology isn't exactly my specialist subject, it is still something I want to do well in. My mother's eyes will light up at the news of my success and it'll be a spectacle for the whole family to see. That's what I want from this experience, second only to friendship, of course. Finding a place in this big fat ocean, full of fish who will eat me alive if I don't show them I'm worth keeping alive.
I rock back and forth on my heels behind mousy hair, drawn to the green that matches my own robes. She's talking to a Ravenclaw girl; short hair, bright eyes—she opens her mouth to speak and her words come out stronger than iron.
"Let's get to it."
That's the kind of determination that gets you somewhere. I've read the autobiographies of all the stars: I know how important it is to be driven and not be distracted by the little things when there are big things at stake. That's how the legends all make their fortune and become cemented in history. People don't play around, people dedicate themselves to a cause.
Half a smile curls onto my face when I look at the girl, I open my mouth to speak, but the voice I hear is not my own.
"Sure. Do you want to team up?" Oh, I think. "I hope somebody does eat it. It could be an incentive for Harker to not give us any other task that involves getting dirty." A Slytherin girl, the familiarity I yearn for. It seems perfect, that is, if they want me.
"Life is too short to always have clean fingernails. Come on, dirt isn't that bad." I say, choking on a little laughter. I remember turning my grandparents' back garden into a mud slide once, that was fun. Head tilted towards the girls, I stand before the two of them with awkwardly wide smile on my face. "I'm Diana, I'd like to take on the role of your team member."
"If you'll have me, of course." I don't know much about gillyweed but it can't be that hard to find. Weeds are plentiful, that is why they are weeds, after all. As long as someone hasn't laid down some weed killer—do they have that in the wizarding world?—we should be fine.
Post by Niobe Sakhum on Oct 20, 2017 12:56:53 GMT -7
Herbology wasn't Niobes best subject. In fact, she was only mediocre in it, safe for the useful plants you could need for Potions. Still, activity was activity and so she had dressed accordingly to the task. She wasn't good at the subject but when she heard about the task before they went down to the lake a small grin was plastered on her face. Gillyweed was a useful plant, used in some potions for their abilities. So when everyone went their way to the lake she already prepared her cause of actions. The exotic Slytherin girl was not a team player, not in the slightest. She prided herself on the fact that she had done everything without the help of other people. Still, group work meant that she must obey the rules. She separated herself a bit from the rest of the morons who would rather trample the plant then finding it. To her not so small surprise she wasn't the only one with this idea in mind. She turned to the girl, what was her name again? Ah right, Sabrina Eckhart one of the rare distinctions of muggleborns within the house of Slytherin. Interestingly enough she had acted more cunning today then the rest of the lot. " You know that's a group activity." The dark skinned girl mustered her counterpart. " Don't think I introduced myself properly yet, Niobe Sakhum. You're on the right way, by the way, the west side of the lake has fewer nuisances than the south. Though I doubt that the Grindylows will mind a bunch of pestering first years that are playing with the plants they are living in."
Bianca had to admit that when it came to plants, if it wasn't a rose, she had no idea what it was. The same could be said when it came to magical plants. Herbology was a cool class, but the Hufflepuff could never remember the plants she was supposed to identify. Plant wasn't exactly a topic of discussion while going through public school. Drawing in a deep breath, Bianca looked to the edge of the lake, her dark eyes scanning the ground and surface of the water for anything that could possibly resemble gillyweed. Since she had no idea what it looked like it was a lost cause.
"It's not like you left me much of a choice," she replied, rolling her eyes at the boy beside her. Bianca was used to being partners with Roarke in the classes they had together. Not that she really wanted to be partners with anyone else. In the few months they had been in school, the brunette had grown closest to the Hufflepuff and spent most of her time with him. He was also the boy she wrote home to about on a daily bases. "Heck if I know," she said while shrugging her shoulders as she took a few steps closer to the water's edge. "It's a water plant, so do you think it's actually in the water?" she questioned with a raised brow. Merlin, she hoped not. She wasn't about to go into the water just for a plant.
"I nominate Roar-eeeee to go into the lake and see if there's any gillyweed," she grinned, her dark eyes flickering towards the Hufflepuff.
HER EYES WERE ALWAYS SPARKLING TWELVE | HUFFLEPUFF | SECOND YEAR | MUGGLEBORN | FIESTY | DANCER | CAREFREE
Post by Nevaeh Winters on Oct 20, 2017 18:41:54 GMT -7
Nevaeh Winters was not exactly excited about going to the lake. Sure, she didn't mind herbology and she had gotten rather good at getting her hands dirty. If anything, herbology and perhaps even potions were becoming one of her favorites. She looked around, wondered if she would get a partner, and she had hoped to possibly gain a group with HANNAH S-2, but it seemed that he had already run off with Boniface Roarke to get it done. Even then so, Bianca Martinez was on it with nominating Roarke to go into the lake himself. The dark haired Slytherin let out a sight. She didn't want to work alone, but if she had to, she wasn't going to say no. She had prove that she was going to do well in this class, and no one was going to stop her. Pulling her hair up, she looked into the water on her knees, trying to see if she could see any water below. She was not going to let anyone push her in though.
Post by Elizabeth Adeline McHenry on Oct 20, 2017 19:54:02 GMT -7
It wasn't that Elizabeth didn't appreciate the necessary applications of herbology in the wizarding community. It just didn't stand out to her as one of those classes she was dying to attend every week. Not like studying the dark arts or wandlore.
Still, her own desires had to be set aside if just for the sake of maintaining the family name. After this many generations of pureblood McHenry's, Elizabeth was not going to be the weak link in the chain.
The students gathered by the lake were grouped into small clusters, many by House or by friendships already made. Yet the girl didn't fit those molds - she knew in her core she'd been sorted into the wrong House and had no interest in furthering that mistake by forming relationships there, which had left her a bit isolated as she tried to find her nitch.
Yet there was one light in the tunnel of mundaneness. Over to the side she saw Aleksandra Fray and grinned a mischevious grin. Ah, a kindred spirit.
But then she paired off with the Ravenclaw girl that Elizabeth had met shortly after the Sorting. After the night it had gone all wrong. Well there was nothing to be hard for it. They'd just have to form a trio.
Or a foursome as a girl she didn't know joined up. Merlin's beard.
"Alek!" she yelled out a bit louder than she meant as she pushed past some of the others to get over to where the two girls stood. "Hi Theo, you need another?" she asked desperate to be paired with people she knew and didn't despise.
Post by Jeremiah Day on Oct 21, 2017 15:58:07 GMT -7
Still alone, Jeremiah lingered towards the back on the group, hoping he could avoid going near the water for as long as possible. But that still didn't do much to solve the fact that he didn't have a partner. Most students were pairing off in groups and partners now, though some were without. And while Jeremiah did have a few friends at Hogwarts so far, he lacked the confidence to ask them. They probably had friends that they liked more than him. Or were cooler than him.
Getting out his notes and textbook, the boy sat down and began to flip through the pages in attempt to get his information from what was written, rather than first-hand experience. Why couldn't he learn from books? Why did he have to touch things?
Post by Eliana Silverstein on Oct 21, 2017 20:35:07 GMT -7
EVEN NEWBORN BIRDS,
WILL SOMEDAY FLUTTER INTO
THE SKY ON THEIR BIG, STRONG WINGS
Herbology was not Eliana's best subject. It's not that she didn't study it-- She did! She could tell you what different plants were and what they did, but when it came to growing them? Let's just say that neither of her thumbs were green. She thought it was easy: Give it fertilizer, water it, and sunlight. But somehow her great knowledge of caring for animals did not transfer over to plants. Go figure. She always cringed and squirmed in her seat when they were told they were doing something with plants in class. Somehow, she always managed to kill anything they attempted to care for. Today she was in luck. Retrieving plants-- especially in places others didn't want to go-- was her specialty.
What was not fortunate for her was the groups already gathering before she could take a breath. She smiled all the same and ignored the pesky voice in the back of her head saying you don't really have friends, you know. Even if she felt that was true, right now it didn't really matter. The girl dropped her bag to the ground and took off the black robe as not to get too water logged. "I do think it would be a better and quicker idea to do it all together," She pestered aloud, to no one in particular, "there's no rule against that!" And then the people who didn't mind going in and those who did would be able to sort it out among themselves, but it seemed most were decided.
Untying her shoes to slip them off she glanced around and noted the two not quite standing around the edge. "Jeremiah!" She called, voice softening as she turned to face the girl, "and Nevaeh? Do you want to give it a go?" A beat passes and she adds on, "And anyone else who needs a partner!" Even if there were obvious groups, she wasn't of the mind to let anyone feel alone or be left out.
"Let's find it first," She continued, easily, having no trouble with stepping into the lake. She knew a little about the plant from her text, but it was the creatures near it she knew a lot more about. Pushing up her undershirt she huffed and glanced around.
Roarke didn't like to be discriminant since his mums had raised him quite the opposite, but honestly - Slytherins sucked. Sabrina was a shining example, and HANNAH S-2 was another. "Somehow I sorted out that much myself, thanks," he retorted. "Speaking of things you can call weeds, you should find yourself at home with the rest of these lying about." He didn't care he sounded rude. Fletcher bloody looked like a weed, and that was that.
"Why, what happens when you eat it?" he asked, turning his attention to Theodosia Eaton as she spoke up. He also didn't care that he sounded like a clueless normal person - okay, muggleborn. Muggle still sounded like a joke word.
Looking back at Bianca as she kept pace with him, he looked a little alarmed at the idea of having to even step closer to the water than they already were. "Bee, it's the middle of bloody October, and everyone says that lake is colder than the eighth layer of hell." It occurred to him he might've sounded a little harsh and though the other Hufflepuff was surely used to it by now, he added, "Because, you know.. I doubt gillyweed is actually in the water." He glanced around for support on that idea, and spotted Jeremiah Day sitting on the ground, his textbook open in his lap. What was he doing? He wasn't grouping off like the rest of them. About to stride forward and drag him into their group, he halted as someone else approached him. That brighter than sunshine Gryffindor girl. Roarke could only handle one of those in his life, and she was standing right next to him.
"Besides, we're the clever ones," he told Bianca smugly, "we can afford to lose the less gifted ones to the lake. Like someone who's name starts with Sa- and ends with -bitch--I mean, -brina."
THIRTEEN ⌘ MUGGLEBORN ⌘ STUBBORN ⌘ PROBABLY HATES YOU ⌘ GOES BY "ROARKE"