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 Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 10:58 am
The Herbology greenhouses are 5 glass rooms in a row, with a long table running through the middle and shelves lining the outsides. There are plants everywhere, some safe, and some... Not so much.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 10:19 am
Sam walked into the Herbology class. The greenhouse was boiling and within seconds she was sweating. Sam performed a quick personal cool down charm, and sat down at the empty table. She was the only one there. Now, all she had to do was wait. Her class wasn't due to start for another five minutes. Might as well revise. She took out her book and opened it to the chapter she'd just started.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 2:06 pm
Cashile Agro Slytherins are here for a reason...
Cashile ran up to the Greenhouse and panted until he got his breath back before walking in smoothly. Then he scowled when he saw Sam. "Why are you the only one here?" he looked at the watch his dad had made + sent to him recently, telling him which lesson he was supposed to be at. It was almost touching Herbology. "Oh, we're early." he scowled again as he sat down on a stool. "Great." He looked over at her "When are we actually going to use the password you're so eager to boast about?" he demanded.
...To make sure you don't grow up gullible...
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 10:45 am
"Hmm... How about tomorrow (26/9/2012)? I'll n** to the common room during break and send out an announcement, and voila! We have us date and a plan. Ok?" said Sam. Cashile looked and nodded. "Fab! I'll see you later." Sam turned away, back to her book, and carried on revising. Oh God. I'm crushing on him! Oh my God! She tried to hide the blush creeping up onto her cheeks. Oh hell
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 12:04 am
Cashile Agro Slytherins are here for a reason...
Cashile sighed as he pulled on his dragon hide gloves. "Tomorrow, huh?" he snickered. Yeah right. Cashile looked through the plants with interest. He liked Herbology, it was something he enjoyed. Moving over to a pot of Valerian Sprigs and Lavender, he pushed them aside and pulled out a tiny little pot with nothing inside. He grinned. So it seemed.
...To make sure you don't grow up gullible...
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