Greta tried and failed to hide her smile behind her hand at Anne's proclaimation of a Pyrofig. That was Anne all over. Of course she would be suggesting something like that. She bet it was going to explode as well - she could already picture flaming fig fragments being shot into the sky to fall on the earth and start sprouting into more flaming fig plants that would then later explode and repeat the process. They've be overrun in days and lose yet another Greenhouse. Billie's Puffapod and Bouncing Bulb combo only added to the imagined chaos.
But picturing everyone else’s botanical mayhem wasn’t helping Greta solve her own lack of a project idea. She wished Herbology wasn’t required for most of the hospital roles she’d been researching. Over the summer, she’d decided to become a Healer - following in her older brother’s footsteps, much to his annoyance. Annoying him was, after all, one of the perks of being the younger sibling. She could just imagine walking into the hospital each day and his annoyed sigh. Maybe he would even have to ask for her help. He said she'd never become a wizard and she was never going to let him forget it. She was going to be the best damn wizard she could be.
Their father, a doctor she’d never known, would surely be proud to see both his children pursuing a profession built around helping others.
That probably meant it would be beneficial if she came up with some sort of hybrid that would be of use to people and help others as well.
She scanned the list of available plants.
Gillyweed? Absolutely not. She quickly passed by that one. She would not be creating any sort of hybridisation with Gilleweed.
If she did and James Fletcher - who was right there with his stupid face - found out, she’d never hear the end of it!
She practically heard the word pronounced in his stupid voice as he called out to her and his stupid smirk as she turned around knowing he was calling her. Cause she knew he was calling her even though her surname was Gillenwater which was completely different. Stupid James Fletcher and his stupid smirky face. Stupid James Fletcher who was back this year despite the fact she severely doubted that he'd received good enough grades to earn a scholarship for his NEWTs. Anne had been worried and she had academic parents and what did James Fletcher even have? She wondered if some Quidditch official was bankrolling him because despite everything he could fly, somewhat decently, and the both of them had flown Gryffindor to victory to earn the Quidditch Cup two years in a row and if they were lucky they would for the next two years as well.
If he had she felt mildly offended that she hadn't been offered one. Not that she needed it. But the offer would've been nice.
Speaking of which - she made a mental note to reserve the Quidditch pitch for tryouts when she went to reserve pitch time for the Flying Club because she doubted Jimmy Stupid Face Fletcher had gotten around to it and if she left it up to him the team would be short one beater come game time. She suspected that Charles Hutton from Flying Club was a shoe in for the position - Pip Manwaring was another one from Flying Club she suspected might make an attempt at it but as he had yet to grow into his limbs yet or figure out how they worked togther he was so bad at flying that somedays she felt worried enough to packed her first aid kit just encase he accidentally collided with the goal post. Or the stands. Or fell off his broom 30ft up in the air.
First aid kit. That brought her back to the assignment.
Maybe she could create something useful for that she could use as stock in her kit—Dittany for wounds and scarring, Hellebore to calm someone down, Rue to counter toxins. Puffapods to help with propagation? Her head was starting to ache. She was definitely overthinking it.
"What are you going to do Millie ?' " She asked hoping to get out of her own head and maybe talk it over with the more plant minded girl. She most certainly wouldn't be doing something so spectacularly showy as Anne's flaming figs or Billie's gigantic defensive blooms.
But picturing everyone else’s botanical mayhem wasn’t helping Greta solve her own lack of a project idea. She wished Herbology wasn’t required for most of the hospital roles she’d been researching. Over the summer, she’d decided to become a Healer - following in her older brother’s footsteps, much to his annoyance. Annoying him was, after all, one of the perks of being the younger sibling. She could just imagine walking into the hospital each day and his annoyed sigh. Maybe he would even have to ask for her help. He said she'd never become a wizard and she was never going to let him forget it. She was going to be the best damn wizard she could be.
Their father, a doctor she’d never known, would surely be proud to see both his children pursuing a profession built around helping others.
That probably meant it would be beneficial if she came up with some sort of hybrid that would be of use to people and help others as well.
She scanned the list of available plants.
Gillyweed? Absolutely not. She quickly passed by that one. She would not be creating any sort of hybridisation with Gilleweed.
If she did and James Fletcher - who was right there with his stupid face - found out, she’d never hear the end of it!
She practically heard the word pronounced in his stupid voice as he called out to her and his stupid smirk as she turned around knowing he was calling her. Cause she knew he was calling her even though her surname was Gillenwater which was completely different. Stupid James Fletcher and his stupid smirky face. Stupid James Fletcher who was back this year despite the fact she severely doubted that he'd received good enough grades to earn a scholarship for his NEWTs. Anne had been worried and she had academic parents and what did James Fletcher even have? She wondered if some Quidditch official was bankrolling him because despite everything he could fly, somewhat decently, and the both of them had flown Gryffindor to victory to earn the Quidditch Cup two years in a row and if they were lucky they would for the next two years as well.
If he had she felt mildly offended that she hadn't been offered one. Not that she needed it. But the offer would've been nice.
Speaking of which - she made a mental note to reserve the Quidditch pitch for tryouts when she went to reserve pitch time for the Flying Club because she doubted Jimmy Stupid Face Fletcher had gotten around to it and if she left it up to him the team would be short one beater come game time. She suspected that Charles Hutton from Flying Club was a shoe in for the position - Pip Manwaring was another one from Flying Club she suspected might make an attempt at it but as he had yet to grow into his limbs yet or figure out how they worked togther he was so bad at flying that somedays she felt worried enough to packed her first aid kit just encase he accidentally collided with the goal post. Or the stands. Or fell off his broom 30ft up in the air.
First aid kit. That brought her back to the assignment.
Maybe she could create something useful for that she could use as stock in her kit—Dittany for wounds and scarring, Hellebore to calm someone down, Rue to counter toxins. Puffapods to help with propagation? Her head was starting to ache. She was definitely overthinking it.
"What are you going to do Millie ?' " She asked hoping to get out of her own head and maybe talk it over with the more plant minded girl. She most certainly wouldn't be doing something so spectacularly showy as Anne's flaming figs or Billie's gigantic defensive blooms.
Tag Millie Potts you are it. Sorry for the missive.
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Thanks go to the marvelous MJ for her sensational set.
Clubs: Flying, Charms, Potions and Transfiguration.
NEWT Subjects: Charms, DADA, Potions, Transfig, Herbology, Ancient Studies, Alchemy.
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