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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Books Of Mystery' / Wednesday, October 19th, 2005 / 5 p.m.
Location: Greenhouses
Open To: Anyone! Preferably Trent or Erik -- she needs someone who is GOOD AT TROUBLE!
Currently Involving: Andra
Andra peeked around the corner of greenhouse number two, hands gripping the doorframe so tight that her knuckles twinged white. She swallowed hard, eyes glancing around nervously for the Herbology professor -- the last thing she wanted was to get caught.
The fact of the matter was that Patrick's little story about the Whomping Willow had really made her think. Okay, so not so much the story, but her suggestion to plant a seedling, then owl Professor Bowen. She'd spent three days telling herself that she couldn't do it, because she was -- to put it simply -- a coward. She'd nicked an ingredient from Snape's stores before, but that was different. That was Potions, her passion... The desire to make the potion outweighed the fear of getting caught.
But this? This was so different.
Taking a seedling. Not only taking it, but then being out and about in the wide open, long enough to plant the seedling. Then she'd no doubt have to water it, and it would be obvious that she was the theif!!
Furthermore, were there even any innocent plants like Willows in the greenhouses!? She seriously doubted it. But perhaps another of the same family as THE Whomping Willow? Or perhaps it was a plain willow, charmed? Who knew!
Andra fidgeted, biting her lip. Now or never, Owen. She took a deep breath, released her grip, then immediately flailed and gasped as she heard someone behind her. I'm caught!!!!
Location: Greenhouses
Open To: Anyone! Preferably Trent or Erik -- she needs someone who is GOOD AT TROUBLE!
Currently Involving: Andra
Andra peeked around the corner of greenhouse number two, hands gripping the doorframe so tight that her knuckles twinged white. She swallowed hard, eyes glancing around nervously for the Herbology professor -- the last thing she wanted was to get caught.
The fact of the matter was that Patrick's little story about the Whomping Willow had really made her think. Okay, so not so much the story, but her suggestion to plant a seedling, then owl Professor Bowen. She'd spent three days telling herself that she couldn't do it, because she was -- to put it simply -- a coward. She'd nicked an ingredient from Snape's stores before, but that was different. That was Potions, her passion... The desire to make the potion outweighed the fear of getting caught.
But this? This was so different.
Taking a seedling. Not only taking it, but then being out and about in the wide open, long enough to plant the seedling. Then she'd no doubt have to water it, and it would be obvious that she was the theif!!
Furthermore, were there even any innocent plants like Willows in the greenhouses!? She seriously doubted it. But perhaps another of the same family as THE Whomping Willow? Or perhaps it was a plain willow, charmed? Who knew!
Andra fidgeted, biting her lip. Now or never, Owen. She took a deep breath, released her grip, then immediately flailed and gasped as she heard someone behind her. I'm caught!!!!