Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jun 14, 2009 14:59:14 GMT -5
((Felix has asked for the first post.))
Morgan was in the greenhouses again. She'd been going there a lot in the past week weeks. She was determined to teach herself Herbology, if no one else would. She had brought with her a notebook, and was making notes about today's subject, scurvy-grass. She was trying to sketch in the tiny cross-shaped flowers next to her notes, in her tiny, neat handwriting. But she had never been much of an artist. She set down her quill, and tapped the page with her wand, clearing the drawing.
She groaned in defeat. She'd never accurately draw anything. She'd have to make do with the procedure she'd been using with her other specimens, and take a picture. Too bad she'd forgotten her camera back in Ravenclaw Tower. She really wanted to get this done, too. She had an idea that she might be able to turn her notes into a Herbology book once she was finished.
Ugh. Whatever. She'd just have to come back later with her camera. What she really needed now was for Selly or Willow to show up. Both of them were fantastic artists. Of course, Willow was probably in trouble with Fenrir for being Morgan's friend, if the great lycan was as angry with Morgan as the prefect thought he was. For now, she left the quill down, letting her hand rest its muscles, cramped from writing so much for so long.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Jun 14, 2009 17:12:17 GMT -5
((Mehh... sorry, lots of muse but no style at all =P))
It was about 17 months ago that Felix decided to teach himself herbology seeing how there was an apparent major lack of professor. After digesting the 'Herbology' section in the school Library, Felix decided to take a hands on approach to the actual greenhouse. Felix soon found out that Firefox didn't hire a gardener so the job of attending the many magical and mundane plants of the greenhouse was left to the Herbology professor, which was at the moment, didn't exist.
How tragic.
Felix took on the task, and now it was a almost new hidden hobby of his. The overly ambitious kid seemed to find no end of possible interest and no end of empty space in his head to learn new things. It took many months, but eventually Felix got the greenhouse under control.
Surrounded by the a bricolodge of odd plants, Felix had a single flower in front of him. It was a beautiful hydrandrea bouquet with a zebra striped pattern of sparkling golden and yellow. Felix had a stack of paper in front of him and he was furiously using a pencil while flipping through the many pages. On each and every page was a picture of a flower --with a detailed color drawing of the insides of the plant-- but every one was of a different layer of the specimen. Felix, the perfectionist, had been working on the work of art for a day and a half, and although it could have been finished hours ago he was determined to make every line perfect.
His pencil finally broke, shattering in pieces. Reaching for his wand Felix was about to repair it when he glanced down at what he had make. It was... perfect. every layer looked like photo, every color matched to reality. Pausing to tilt his head at an angle, Felix swept the wooden and graphite remains of his writing utensil and held his wand with a firm grasp. Carefully picking up the stack of papers Felix waved his wand, tapping the paper, while muttering a spell. All the parchment slowly vanished, turning perfectly clear, leaving only his careful markings suspending in mid air.
It was beautiful. The three dimensional drawing he held in his hand, each layer visible, held no differences between the real bouquet that lay in front of him. Smiling, Felix placed the drawings on the ground carefully and moved all his supplies into his small leather messenger bag. Swinging it over his shoulder Felix stood up and asked the surrounding foliage to part. (He charmed them to respond to sound wave vibrations) Grabbing his replica Felix stepped through to be quite shocked to see someone in front of him.
"Morgan!!"
The Ravenclaw prefect was one of the very first people Felix every meet. Someone who at times wanted to kill Felix, and at times thought he was her son. Morgan was absolutely the 'big sister' type and at times Felix almost forgot they weren't related. More recently Morgan had switched boyfriends (what seemed like) five times and now Felix was even confused as to who she was hopelessly in love with now. Morgan was one of the smartest people Felix knew, yet when Morgan fell for a guy it was as if every rasional part of her brain turned off.
How tragic.
Of course, Felix taggled her. "Haven't seen you in ages! Here," holding out the 3D bouquet Felix grinned like a little kid who had just make a mud pie "Happy--uhh... not for any occasion in particular!"
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Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jun 16, 2009 8:08:10 GMT -5
Suddenly, Morgan was battered out of her dejected mood by someone hugging her violently. "Felix?" She asked, when she determined whose voice it was that had shouted her name. Felix was the epitome of the annoying younger brother. At times he was brilliant and kind, and Morgan adored him. Other times, he was flashy, cocky and insane, and Morgan adored him, but at the same time wanted to murder him.
Right now, Morgan adored him.
She eagerly accepted the flower drawing he held out. She even peeled bck a few of the layers. This was brilliant. She could see the book now. Each plant done like this, with her carefully documented and heavily researched notes around the drawings. Each only visible on it's own proper layer, of course. Perhaps even some in-depth history and notes to seperate drawings. It would be a godsend to healers, potion-makers and herbology enthusiasts everywhere. The ultimate and definitive work on the subject.
"Say, Felix," she said, looking back to the Gryffie. "How would you like to help me with a little project of mine?" Of course, Morgan would have to share credit for the book with Felix, but she was okay with that. After all, by virtue of her Father's library, she had access to many volumes with which he was unaquainted, some of them penned by her own ancestors.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Jun 20, 2009 8:47:01 GMT -5
Who ever said money is power must now have really known the real equation of life: Knowledge is power! But of course they didn't know it, because if they had know they would have had knowledge. When Felix is not thinking of perpetual equations he was trying to gain knowledge. Right now he was offered an offer he could not refuse.
Dying with anticipation and not wanting to commit to anything without knowing what it might entitle, Felix peeking into Morgan's brain only to be blown away. At that moment Morgan was reminiscing about her fathers library which opened the door to Morgan's subconscious connected to everything she had ever read within that master building. Although Morgan was only contemplating probably a couple books, Felix was flooded with every single word that she had read ingrained within her head. It was completely useless, seeing how it was all connected and Felix could in now way read all of Morgans subconscious at one time, but that much knowledge, unreadable or not, in about 1.3 seconds made Felix's entire brain to shut down of the overload. Eyes rolling back into his head, Felix's muscles decided to stop working and Felix found himself flat on his back staring up disoriented at his 'Big Sister'.
"...little project?..."
Morgan would have felt absolutely nothing. For all she knew, Felix just fainted for no apparent reason.
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