Post by Chillum on Aug 18, 2012 1:10:15 GMT -5
(first post to micha plox)
Hufflepuff was in last place in points in the house competition. Supposedly this was a common occurrence. But this led for a call for more of his house to do classes. Chillum sighed and took a drag on a joint. Why was it so hard for the Puffs to just stay out of trouble?
And why did they have to lock greenhouses? Were they really worried about plants escaping? Or students randomly grab plants from there and playing with them? Eh, let the students experiment with the plants! You never know what might happen!
Muttering about blocking energies, Chillum reached in his bag and found his charms book. Scrolling through it, he found the spell he was looking for. Pulling out his wand, he tapped the lock with it and mumbled, "Alohomora." The lock opened, but not without seeming awfully reluctant about it.
Jeez. If this entire assignment is this difficult, he might as well plan on smoking everything he had.
Chillum had wisely chosen to come to the greenhouses at sunrise on a weekend. No one was awake yet. He'd be undisturbed for quite awhile. And that meant it was smoketime.
Replacing his charms book in his bag, Chillum took another long drag on his joint before heading into the greenhouse. Might be slightly rude, smoking a flower in the presence of the other plants, but he figured they'd understand. It helped him connect with them.
Still though, Chillum's affinity for plants did not prepare him for what was inside. He was stopped, slack-jawed, in the doorway when he saw all that was in there. He only closed his mouth when he realized he was about to lose his drugs.
Shit.
That's a lot of plants.
Shit.
Pulling out the Care of Magical Creatures text, he flipped to the section for the assignment. That few herbs? In this forest? He's gonna be here forever!
Hufflepuff was in last place in points in the house competition. Supposedly this was a common occurrence. But this led for a call for more of his house to do classes. Chillum sighed and took a drag on a joint. Why was it so hard for the Puffs to just stay out of trouble?
And why did they have to lock greenhouses? Were they really worried about plants escaping? Or students randomly grab plants from there and playing with them? Eh, let the students experiment with the plants! You never know what might happen!
Muttering about blocking energies, Chillum reached in his bag and found his charms book. Scrolling through it, he found the spell he was looking for. Pulling out his wand, he tapped the lock with it and mumbled, "Alohomora." The lock opened, but not without seeming awfully reluctant about it.
Jeez. If this entire assignment is this difficult, he might as well plan on smoking everything he had.
Chillum had wisely chosen to come to the greenhouses at sunrise on a weekend. No one was awake yet. He'd be undisturbed for quite awhile. And that meant it was smoketime.
Replacing his charms book in his bag, Chillum took another long drag on his joint before heading into the greenhouse. Might be slightly rude, smoking a flower in the presence of the other plants, but he figured they'd understand. It helped him connect with them.
Still though, Chillum's affinity for plants did not prepare him for what was inside. He was stopped, slack-jawed, in the doorway when he saw all that was in there. He only closed his mouth when he realized he was about to lose his drugs.
Shit.
That's a lot of plants.
Shit.
Pulling out the Care of Magical Creatures text, he flipped to the section for the assignment. That few herbs? In this forest? He's gonna be here forever!