Post by Roan on Jan 12, 2007 13:15:38 GMT -5
“Diffindo.”
Rip.
“Diffindo”
Rip.
Again and again the same noises could be heard inside one of the greenhouses, a monotonous voice followed by the tearing sound of a plant. The yellow of Roan’s Hufflepuff clothing could be easily seen against a sea of greens and the dots of other bright colors of the Greenhouse she was working in, One hand holding the wand to point at the plants, the other simply moving the split pieces into a pile and grabbing whole ones. It was mid-day, when most students were usually either at classes or hanging out with friends, or studying. She didn’t want to be around anyone, because she knew what would happen if she was forced to speak with anyone at all. Roan was in one of her ‘moods’ that came conveniently once a month. She had at least learned that if she was forced to talk to people things she didn’t want to say would come out anyways, and the Hufflepuff didn’t feel like cleaning up after her own messes.
So when everyone else was living the day away, she had gone to one of the Greenhouses and gotten some plants that she needed for a potion or two she wanted to work on in her free time. Instead of venturing back inside to get the plants ready, Roan had gone to one of the tables and set everything down, and was using her wand to get the plants into the size that she needed them in. “Diffindo.” She said again, watching the leaf in front of her shred in two neat and even pieces, grabbing another one off of a plant.
But being left alone, as she so preferred, was not the best thing for her either. For when this girl was left to her own devices in the worst of moods, she tended to brood. And brooding was never good, because as her mind wandered she tended to think on less then happy things. Such as her encounter at the Castille, which was something she had decided to just force away and forget about. There was no way she could even get back at Kesterel for her not so kind actions, for the woman was much too powerful for her to handle. Just the angry thought of what had happened had made Roan grip her wand much too tight as she went to shred the next leaf, and instead found the leaf exploding rather then shredding. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and tried to keep from growling.
This was not what she was in the mood for, she felt sick, she knew she was going to go through emotions faster then a small kid devoured a bag of candy. The little voice in the back of her head told her that maybe she shouldn’t be casting magic right then. Roan told the little voice in her head to shut up before she shut it up herself. Picking up her wand and wiping the tiny leaf bits off of the table, she looked at the potions book in front of her, seeing what plant she needed next. Her mind wasn’t on the text though, the traitorous thing wandered off to another harsh topic. Syrus, her enemy, who appeared to still be around. Why couldn’t these Shadows just go and die like they were supposed to.
Lifting her wand up she cast a summoning spell for the plant that she needed, but found her mind still on Syrus. The result, instead on one potted plant flying towards her she had four, and they all slid across the table, making Roan reach out quickly to keep the plants from falling and shattering. A grim and very annoyed smile was on her face as she had to take another deep breath, pulling only one of the plants towards her. Roan needed the thorns off of this one, and was using magic to slice them off neatly and put them in another pile next to the shredded leaves. “Diffindo” She said again and again, pointing to the points where the thorns met the stem of the plant.
Another face swam up into her mind, good old Fenris Fenrir. No explanation needed, as soon as Roan flicked her wand at another thorn, she found not the thorn ripping off of the stem, oh no. The entire table split in two and caved into the floor, all of it’s contents spilling and the plants that were on top of it crashing to the floor, their clay pots breaking. Mouth agape she looked at the mess, the girl lowered her wand arm to her side, not remembering to take a deep breath. “That’s it.” She said angrily, pointing her wand at the table and the mess below saying a very angry ‘Reparo’.
Her efforts were wasted. The table popped back together so fast and so hard that another crack came, not enough to break it under the weight though, in a diagonal. All of the leaves she had shredded repaired themselves sadly, and the thorns went back to the plant. The pots also slammed together so fast that they just exploded again, their dirt content flying everywhere, some landing on Roan. The Hufflepuff just threw her wand down on the table and leaned on it with her hands. “I quit.”
Oh, but it wasn’t over yet. As she had leaned on the table it groaned under the weight and snapped at the deep crack, making Roan and the contents tumble down once more. She didn’t even bother to get back up, just groaned and growled a bit.
What a day.
Rip.
“Diffindo”
Rip.
Again and again the same noises could be heard inside one of the greenhouses, a monotonous voice followed by the tearing sound of a plant. The yellow of Roan’s Hufflepuff clothing could be easily seen against a sea of greens and the dots of other bright colors of the Greenhouse she was working in, One hand holding the wand to point at the plants, the other simply moving the split pieces into a pile and grabbing whole ones. It was mid-day, when most students were usually either at classes or hanging out with friends, or studying. She didn’t want to be around anyone, because she knew what would happen if she was forced to speak with anyone at all. Roan was in one of her ‘moods’ that came conveniently once a month. She had at least learned that if she was forced to talk to people things she didn’t want to say would come out anyways, and the Hufflepuff didn’t feel like cleaning up after her own messes.
So when everyone else was living the day away, she had gone to one of the Greenhouses and gotten some plants that she needed for a potion or two she wanted to work on in her free time. Instead of venturing back inside to get the plants ready, Roan had gone to one of the tables and set everything down, and was using her wand to get the plants into the size that she needed them in. “Diffindo.” She said again, watching the leaf in front of her shred in two neat and even pieces, grabbing another one off of a plant.
But being left alone, as she so preferred, was not the best thing for her either. For when this girl was left to her own devices in the worst of moods, she tended to brood. And brooding was never good, because as her mind wandered she tended to think on less then happy things. Such as her encounter at the Castille, which was something she had decided to just force away and forget about. There was no way she could even get back at Kesterel for her not so kind actions, for the woman was much too powerful for her to handle. Just the angry thought of what had happened had made Roan grip her wand much too tight as she went to shred the next leaf, and instead found the leaf exploding rather then shredding. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and tried to keep from growling.
This was not what she was in the mood for, she felt sick, she knew she was going to go through emotions faster then a small kid devoured a bag of candy. The little voice in the back of her head told her that maybe she shouldn’t be casting magic right then. Roan told the little voice in her head to shut up before she shut it up herself. Picking up her wand and wiping the tiny leaf bits off of the table, she looked at the potions book in front of her, seeing what plant she needed next. Her mind wasn’t on the text though, the traitorous thing wandered off to another harsh topic. Syrus, her enemy, who appeared to still be around. Why couldn’t these Shadows just go and die like they were supposed to.
Lifting her wand up she cast a summoning spell for the plant that she needed, but found her mind still on Syrus. The result, instead on one potted plant flying towards her she had four, and they all slid across the table, making Roan reach out quickly to keep the plants from falling and shattering. A grim and very annoyed smile was on her face as she had to take another deep breath, pulling only one of the plants towards her. Roan needed the thorns off of this one, and was using magic to slice them off neatly and put them in another pile next to the shredded leaves. “Diffindo” She said again and again, pointing to the points where the thorns met the stem of the plant.
Another face swam up into her mind, good old Fenris Fenrir. No explanation needed, as soon as Roan flicked her wand at another thorn, she found not the thorn ripping off of the stem, oh no. The entire table split in two and caved into the floor, all of it’s contents spilling and the plants that were on top of it crashing to the floor, their clay pots breaking. Mouth agape she looked at the mess, the girl lowered her wand arm to her side, not remembering to take a deep breath. “That’s it.” She said angrily, pointing her wand at the table and the mess below saying a very angry ‘Reparo’.
Her efforts were wasted. The table popped back together so fast and so hard that another crack came, not enough to break it under the weight though, in a diagonal. All of the leaves she had shredded repaired themselves sadly, and the thorns went back to the plant. The pots also slammed together so fast that they just exploded again, their dirt content flying everywhere, some landing on Roan. The Hufflepuff just threw her wand down on the table and leaned on it with her hands. “I quit.”
Oh, but it wasn’t over yet. As she had leaned on the table it groaned under the weight and snapped at the deep crack, making Roan and the contents tumble down once more. She didn’t even bother to get back up, just groaned and growled a bit.
What a day.