The Second Task
I believe I have, finally if not completely, healed from my second task. One does not usually expect to need a mediwizard due to gardening, however one rarely has to face the task of pruning my Mother's favorite plants.
Clipping back the Fanged Geranium when the fanged geranium is not quite partial to being clipped is much of a task. Luckily it is not poisonous so the repeated bites did little more then bleed and sting. Unfortunately, while carefully plucking an array of puffapod seeds, the scent of spilled blood had been picked up by a much more devious plant. Being I was fairly covered in bites, I would imagine I must have seemed the tasty wounded wizard.
I do not believe Mother was aware that her Venomous Tentacula had finally matured, since I am not of the belief that my mother had set out to kill me. Even so, I was yanked right off my feet by its sly tentacles and stunned in a hundred places with the nasty venom. I lay quite helpless, paralyzed, and in an amount of pain I'd not known to exist for some time before the house elf who'd been sent to accompany me realized what had happened and ran to alert my parents of my predicament. This is where the details become hazy as the poison had truly begun to do me in, but I do hazily recall both of my parents quite thoroughly scolding the attacking plant. I do believe there was some cane whacking as well, until it let me free.
The next thing I knew I was waking up a day later in my bedroom, being hovered over by a disappointingly old and McGonnagal-esque mediwizard.
I would say this experience has softened me the the plight of house elves and the duties they must perform on a regular basis .... HAD THE BLASTED HOUSE ELF NOT LEFT ME HANGING, BLEEDING, AND POISONED FOR OVER FIFTEEN MINUTES BEFORE IT FINALLY NOTICED MORE THEN THE PARTICULAR BOGIE STAIN ON IT'S RAG OF A GARMENT!
I still remain rather weak, and the anti-venom potions I've been taking have put me off my food quite effectively. I mourn how this may effect the cut and fit of my clothing come time for school. Especially as I must owl-order - on a used parchment, no less - my supplies and wardrobe for the coming year.
However, I remain stoic and resolved to finish out this punishment with the dignity of a Malfoy.
Even if I am now bedridden and sickly.
P.S. Axe to Artwork. It is the new speech.
Clipping back the Fanged Geranium when the fanged geranium is not quite partial to being clipped is much of a task. Luckily it is not poisonous so the repeated bites did little more then bleed and sting. Unfortunately, while carefully plucking an array of puffapod seeds, the scent of spilled blood had been picked up by a much more devious plant. Being I was fairly covered in bites, I would imagine I must have seemed the tasty wounded wizard.
I do not believe Mother was aware that her Venomous Tentacula had finally matured, since I am not of the belief that my mother had set out to kill me. Even so, I was yanked right off my feet by its sly tentacles and stunned in a hundred places with the nasty venom. I lay quite helpless, paralyzed, and in an amount of pain I'd not known to exist for some time before the house elf who'd been sent to accompany me realized what had happened and ran to alert my parents of my predicament. This is where the details become hazy as the poison had truly begun to do me in, but I do hazily recall both of my parents quite thoroughly scolding the attacking plant. I do believe there was some cane whacking as well, until it let me free.
The next thing I knew I was waking up a day later in my bedroom, being hovered over by a disappointingly old and McGonnagal-esque mediwizard.
I would say this experience has softened me the the plight of house elves and the duties they must perform on a regular basis .... HAD THE BLASTED HOUSE ELF NOT LEFT ME HANGING, BLEEDING, AND POISONED FOR OVER FIFTEEN MINUTES BEFORE IT FINALLY NOTICED MORE THEN THE PARTICULAR BOGIE STAIN ON IT'S RAG OF A GARMENT!
I still remain rather weak, and the anti-venom potions I've been taking have put me off my food quite effectively. I mourn how this may effect the cut and fit of my clothing come time for school. Especially as I must owl-order - on a used parchment, no less - my supplies and wardrobe for the coming year.
However, I remain stoic and resolved to finish out this punishment with the dignity of a Malfoy.
Even if I am now bedridden and sickly.
P.S. Axe to Artwork. It is the new speech.