Post by Leseur Follet on Nov 26, 2010 3:17:55 GMT -5
Talon had recovered from his grievous injuries from battle which meant the local Frenchman and Herbology professor was forced free to begin a new class which would hopefully contain some semblance of what it was supposed to be.
The greenhouse had received another beating by some fools who had to sneak in and cast magic all over the place. He couldn't be all too angry though. There wasn't a single sign around the greenhouse that said, "Use of magic prohibited." This was something Leseur was aiming to fix. Not to mention, he was tired of trying to piece together his greenhouse over and over. He would have to ask Talon about that sign...
Despite the condition of his greenhouse, Leseur's strong will had yet to falter. Even with the short amount of time he had to prepare a class between monitoring the Headmaster and tracking down annoyingassholes little pricks ruffians who decided not to heed his words to stay away from Talon, he had scraped together some material for a class. He had also decided it would be best, with the influx of new students to at least give them a warning about magic use in the greenhouse.
The outer edges of the greenhouse teaching area had been decorated with plants-a-plenty, along with a circle of osmosis bulbs in planters. In the middle of the greenhouse was an open space surrounded by the bulbs. Within the space were a few desks for the students to sit and listen as the Frenchman lectured.
Leseur Follet had changed his style drastically. While he used to be clean cut and seemed more put together, his white hair was growing longer and a bit more shaggy. The young man, instead of wearing his very stylish array of clothes now wore a less shique outfit. A simple black muscle shirt and a dirt-covered pair of jeans was all he wore today. He was, indeed, barefoot and looking more rugged with stubble appearing around his lower jaw.
He was wild and he stood at one end of the circle of open space looking upon all the desks and chairs situated amongst the inner part of the circle. He was ready to teach the students about all the wonders of plants and their purposes, medicinal or otherwise.
The greenhouse had received another beating by some fools who had to sneak in and cast magic all over the place. He couldn't be all too angry though. There wasn't a single sign around the greenhouse that said, "Use of magic prohibited." This was something Leseur was aiming to fix. Not to mention, he was tired of trying to piece together his greenhouse over and over. He would have to ask Talon about that sign...
Despite the condition of his greenhouse, Leseur's strong will had yet to falter. Even with the short amount of time he had to prepare a class between monitoring the Headmaster and tracking down annoying
The outer edges of the greenhouse teaching area had been decorated with plants-a-plenty, along with a circle of osmosis bulbs in planters. In the middle of the greenhouse was an open space surrounded by the bulbs. Within the space were a few desks for the students to sit and listen as the Frenchman lectured.
Leseur Follet had changed his style drastically. While he used to be clean cut and seemed more put together, his white hair was growing longer and a bit more shaggy. The young man, instead of wearing his very stylish array of clothes now wore a less shique outfit. A simple black muscle shirt and a dirt-covered pair of jeans was all he wore today. He was, indeed, barefoot and looking more rugged with stubble appearing around his lower jaw.
He was wild and he stood at one end of the circle of open space looking upon all the desks and chairs situated amongst the inner part of the circle. He was ready to teach the students about all the wonders of plants and their purposes, medicinal or otherwise.