Post by Micha Volkov on Jul 13, 2012 1:00:13 GMT -5
Micha was not a stupid girl. Anyone who had ever met her ever knew that, and so when she saw she had two choices as to where to obtain items for the assignment, Fenrir's Wood or the castle ground, she did not even have to think. Unlike some students, or, apparently, their Professor, she knew what lay in those trees, and even if they had been much quieter of late, she had no desire to go tromping all over their territory. The girl charmed a small bag to keep its insides fresh, threw her robes on over her clothes despite the heat of the day, clicked her fingers for the cat Aleksei, and set out.
First things first, upon setting foot outside the castle, she had to add a Cooling Charm. Spain was ridiculously warm at this time of year -- or, actually, at any time of year. It was times like these she missed Petrozavodsk. She applied a lighter one to Aleksei, who was no doubt miserable in his shaggy coat, and then actually went looking for the damned plants.
Fifteen minutes later, out near the Quidditch Pitch, she found her first patch. It did not look that scary, but she recalled the teacher's warnings and approached with caution. Aleksei, being a cat, was not so concerned. He pounced the first leaf he saw, and barely was able to dart out of the way before the root exploded in his face. Covered with plant juice, the cat took a swift retreat, and sat a distance away, furiously cleaning himself. Micha deigned to comfort the cat, but she did eye the plants with a tad more respect. She'd have to be careful, then. Considering this was Micha Volkov we were talking about, that was really no problem.
Slowly, she approached. One hand slid down the side of her skirt, wiping off sweat, and she knelt next to the small patch of Valerian. That same hand drifted out, wary as if the plant were a snarling animal, and gently, she tugged one, two, three loose. They shuddered but did not explode. The girl smirked over her shoulder at Aleksei, who expressed his own feelings with a flick of his fluffy tail. So she'd gotten the Valerian, right? That was all the assignment asked, but there was also the extra credit...
No, fuck that. Storing the plants determinedly in her pre-designed pouch, Micha stood and walked the fuck back inside. She hated potion-making. That was Larkin's thing, anyway.
First things first, upon setting foot outside the castle, she had to add a Cooling Charm. Spain was ridiculously warm at this time of year -- or, actually, at any time of year. It was times like these she missed Petrozavodsk. She applied a lighter one to Aleksei, who was no doubt miserable in his shaggy coat, and then actually went looking for the damned plants.
Fifteen minutes later, out near the Quidditch Pitch, she found her first patch. It did not look that scary, but she recalled the teacher's warnings and approached with caution. Aleksei, being a cat, was not so concerned. He pounced the first leaf he saw, and barely was able to dart out of the way before the root exploded in his face. Covered with plant juice, the cat took a swift retreat, and sat a distance away, furiously cleaning himself. Micha deigned to comfort the cat, but she did eye the plants with a tad more respect. She'd have to be careful, then. Considering this was Micha Volkov we were talking about, that was really no problem.
Slowly, she approached. One hand slid down the side of her skirt, wiping off sweat, and she knelt next to the small patch of Valerian. That same hand drifted out, wary as if the plant were a snarling animal, and gently, she tugged one, two, three loose. They shuddered but did not explode. The girl smirked over her shoulder at Aleksei, who expressed his own feelings with a flick of his fluffy tail. So she'd gotten the Valerian, right? That was all the assignment asked, but there was also the extra credit...
No, fuck that. Storing the plants determinedly in her pre-designed pouch, Micha stood and walked the fuck back inside. She hated potion-making. That was Larkin's thing, anyway.