Post by Rezna Lardale on Jul 23, 2009 13:56:11 GMT -5
What a strange feeling it is to walk in the footsteps of an old life. Two years had passed since Rezna Lardale had last seen Firefox, three since she graduated. Now the young nurse was back at the University for good, yet she was having difficulty picking up the threads of the life she had left behind.
It was a perfect day for a mindless walk about the grounds. It was cool, sunny, and most importantly quiet, for the multitude of students had yet to arrive for the start of term. Yet her feet kept walking past the Quidditch Field and the Shining Lake, two of her most beloved spots on campus. Instead, coming to a halt at the top of a grassy slope, the woman's green eyes fell on the long rows of glass buildings that made up the Greenhouse complex. Rezna took in the site with a smile. As a student, she had never really spent a great deal of time here, still there were a few fond memories associated with the place.
Pulling up her healer's green robes, the witch half walked, half ran down the hill to the greenhouses. To her pleasant surprise, the door to the nearest building was unlocked. Without a second's hesitation, the blond haired woman let herself in.
One minute she was out on the green lawn, the next she was inside a rainforest. Her nose wrinkled involuntarily as she breathed in the stale and humid air which gardeners found ideal for the cultivation of rare and magical tropical plants. The young woman walked aimlessly down the aisles while her lungs adjusted to the atmosphere of the jungle within. She lingered by the prettiest of flowers and gave a wide berth to the more dangerous vegetation. It was not until the nurse passed a row of potted asphodels that a rather obvious idea finally came to mind. She could use this impromptu visit to collect some of the ingredients she needed to finish restocking the Hospital Wing potions supply.
After rummaging around in the various pockets of her robe, the witch pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment. It contained an intimidating list of potions ingredients written in Rezna's neat, cursive hand. "Fluxweed, wormwood, dittany, wolfsbane, knotgrass, Molys, dried nettles, - Molys!" her litany was interrupted as suddenly as it began. Rezna spun about with a pleased smile; she remembered seeing the white flowers with black stems on her way in.
It was a perfect day for a mindless walk about the grounds. It was cool, sunny, and most importantly quiet, for the multitude of students had yet to arrive for the start of term. Yet her feet kept walking past the Quidditch Field and the Shining Lake, two of her most beloved spots on campus. Instead, coming to a halt at the top of a grassy slope, the woman's green eyes fell on the long rows of glass buildings that made up the Greenhouse complex. Rezna took in the site with a smile. As a student, she had never really spent a great deal of time here, still there were a few fond memories associated with the place.
Pulling up her healer's green robes, the witch half walked, half ran down the hill to the greenhouses. To her pleasant surprise, the door to the nearest building was unlocked. Without a second's hesitation, the blond haired woman let herself in.
One minute she was out on the green lawn, the next she was inside a rainforest. Her nose wrinkled involuntarily as she breathed in the stale and humid air which gardeners found ideal for the cultivation of rare and magical tropical plants. The young woman walked aimlessly down the aisles while her lungs adjusted to the atmosphere of the jungle within. She lingered by the prettiest of flowers and gave a wide berth to the more dangerous vegetation. It was not until the nurse passed a row of potted asphodels that a rather obvious idea finally came to mind. She could use this impromptu visit to collect some of the ingredients she needed to finish restocking the Hospital Wing potions supply.
After rummaging around in the various pockets of her robe, the witch pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment. It contained an intimidating list of potions ingredients written in Rezna's neat, cursive hand. "Fluxweed, wormwood, dittany, wolfsbane, knotgrass, Molys, dried nettles, - Molys!" her litany was interrupted as suddenly as it began. Rezna spun about with a pleased smile; she remembered seeing the white flowers with black stems on her way in.