Post by Andrew Poleyn on Sept 23, 2009 22:39:18 GMT -5
OOC: First to Mo
IC:Andrew was curious. He hadn't heard anything about herbology being on a list of classes...but they had a greenhouse. Good place for me to hide if things get bad. Because they can. I've no doubt of it. Three lycans inside of a minute in town? Yeah. If I go there, I've gotta have a purpose, go in there and do it, and get out. Was worth a try, though. I'm into the whole not-dying thing.
As he was on his way to the greenhouse, Andrew began to think. Herbology. Potions. Why am I so good and comfortable with these? He strolled through the hallways, overhearing an argument about Quidditch players. Beater's still the most important player on any team. Hard for chasers to play, keepers to stop, or seekers to find the snitch if they're all getting bludgered to death. They also tend to get the least press. But it's the most fun. Because you get to hit things and make them hit people. And it's legal. All that paranoia and fear and violence had to find an outlet somewhere.
He strode out through the courtyard. A couple of people laughing at a joke, but still not his worry. If anybody asks, I'm going to study Herbology. Maybe grab a couple of things for Potions. So he found his way to the greenhouse and opened it up. A deep breath, a relaxed sigh. I know why. Why I'm so good at Herbology and Potions. Nothing out to kill me. Stuff is alive, but not out to kill me. CoMC isn't too bad either, provided it doesn't want to kill me--but that's half of them. Other things, eh, I'm okay, but Herbology and potions...yeah.
He started walking through the greenhouse, naming plants and their uses. "Dittany. Restorative, useful in the Wiggenweld potion and assorted healing. Flammable." He dropped out of encyclopedia mode long enough to have a laugh. "But aren't most plants, if you've got enough fire?"
When he heard a chuckle, it was then he realized he wasn't alone. "Well, aren't they?"
IC:Andrew was curious. He hadn't heard anything about herbology being on a list of classes...but they had a greenhouse. Good place for me to hide if things get bad. Because they can. I've no doubt of it. Three lycans inside of a minute in town? Yeah. If I go there, I've gotta have a purpose, go in there and do it, and get out. Was worth a try, though. I'm into the whole not-dying thing.
As he was on his way to the greenhouse, Andrew began to think. Herbology. Potions. Why am I so good and comfortable with these? He strolled through the hallways, overhearing an argument about Quidditch players. Beater's still the most important player on any team. Hard for chasers to play, keepers to stop, or seekers to find the snitch if they're all getting bludgered to death. They also tend to get the least press. But it's the most fun. Because you get to hit things and make them hit people. And it's legal. All that paranoia and fear and violence had to find an outlet somewhere.
He strode out through the courtyard. A couple of people laughing at a joke, but still not his worry. If anybody asks, I'm going to study Herbology. Maybe grab a couple of things for Potions. So he found his way to the greenhouse and opened it up. A deep breath, a relaxed sigh. I know why. Why I'm so good at Herbology and Potions. Nothing out to kill me. Stuff is alive, but not out to kill me. CoMC isn't too bad either, provided it doesn't want to kill me--but that's half of them. Other things, eh, I'm okay, but Herbology and potions...yeah.
He started walking through the greenhouse, naming plants and their uses. "Dittany. Restorative, useful in the Wiggenweld potion and assorted healing. Flammable." He dropped out of encyclopedia mode long enough to have a laugh. "But aren't most plants, if you've got enough fire?"
When he heard a chuckle, it was then he realized he wasn't alone. "Well, aren't they?"