Nacho really only liked Herbology, and it wasn’t because of the subject itself— but rather because it was the closest to Earth Magic he could get at this stage. He’d spent some time over the summer perusing books about Earth Magic, one actually that he’d overhead Professor Woods recommend to another student, but it hadn’t made all that much sense. Frustrated and unable to do much with his own magic unsupervised, he’d been very excited to get back to Hogwarts and try his hand here. For now, Herbology would have to do.
He looked up and down the various plants and passed right by the Valeriana. He recognized that one; his grandma was always taking it and when he was a brat she would try and give it to him too. Settling in front of a weird, shriveled looking plant, Nacho stared at it as their new professor prattled on. He poked it with the tip of his wand but it didn’t move. Once they were released unto their own, the first thing he did was make for a not fully ripened fruit bulb. The minute his fingers wrapped around it and he pulled, the fruit ejected a stream of sticky purple liquid that arced over the bench directly onto a classmate's robes. Whoops.
Distracted then by the conversation going on beside him, Nacho turned to the Slytherin girl who, privately, he agreed with. He wanted to say something to her about it, but he couldn't think of anything. Instead, he gave her a nudge in the ribs and pointed at Shacklebolt. She had purple fig juice all in her hair now. Nacho snickered.
He looked up and down the various plants and passed right by the Valeriana. He recognized that one; his grandma was always taking it and when he was a brat she would try and give it to him too. Settling in front of a weird, shriveled looking plant, Nacho stared at it as their new professor prattled on. He poked it with the tip of his wand but it didn’t move. Once they were released unto their own, the first thing he did was make for a not fully ripened fruit bulb. The minute his fingers wrapped around it and he pulled, the fruit ejected a stream of sticky purple liquid that arced over the bench directly onto a classmate's robes. Whoops.
Distracted then by the conversation going on beside him, Nacho turned to the Slytherin girl who, privately, he agreed with. He wanted to say something to her about it, but he couldn't think of anything. Instead, he gave her a nudge in the ribs and pointed at Shacklebolt. She had purple fig juice all in her hair now. Nacho snickered.
ATTN: Chiara di Visconti / Georgianna Shacklebolt
(of course this little bully likes the mafia daughter, why wouldn't he?)
(of course this little bully likes the mafia daughter, why wouldn't he?)