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Post by neville on Jul 25, 2011 0:34:06 GMT -5
Neville sat on the small wooden bench, his elbows leaning against the table in front of him. He was staring at a very large cactus almost as big as Neville himself. It was a gruesome green color, and some slimy muck was covering the plant. There was also an opening at the top which somebody could dive into if they wanted to. And that's exactly what Neville was going to do.
Their Herbology class the hour before had been a disaster for everybody, even Neville, which was a very rare occasion. Deep down in the cactus's opening, there was some water that the plant produced. It was a very useful water that could cleanse wounds better than any magical potion around. Professor Sprout wanted each of them to obtain the water for that day's grade. The only way to get it, however, was to dive into the opening of the cactus and collect some of the water way deep down at the bottom.
Neville had an advantage; he was bigger than most of the 5th years in his class. Small people, however, were having a very hard time. You basically had to stick you're entire head inside the plant and dive after the water. What's worse; the plant was alive. Well, all plants are alive actually, but this one would wither when you dove inside of it. And it would attack too. Most people during class didn't even attempt to go after the water. Why risk you're life for one day's grade?
Neville had tried getting the water, though. It hadn't turned out well. He was attacked by the cactus, and by the time class was over he had no water, his clothes were shredded to pieces, and his face was covered in slimy muck. He was determined to get the water though. This was Herbology, his class! He couldn't just fail for the day, it wasn't like him. He was going to get the water, and then show it to Professor Sprout to get his grade.
So, during their break for lunch, Neville had ran outside to the greenhouse. He took a deep breathe, stood up on the bench so he towered over the plant, and dove inside, holding a cup so he could collect the water. The plant started to attack him again, but this time Neville was doing better. Inside the plant, which was a disgusting green inside, he could see something sparkling; the water? He reached out his arm, stretching, trying to get the cup down to the bottom of the plant. It must have been a very strange scene on the outside. Neville's head, chest, and arms were engulfed by the plant, and the plant was thrashing about also. |
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Post by GINEVRA WEASLEY on Jul 25, 2011 1:20:59 GMT -5
ginny had had a tough time in herbology today. even her good friend neville, who was the star pupil in that class, failed to do today's assignment. so therefore, she had obviously failed to do the assignment. who needed magical water out of a plant anyway? she had the hardest dang time attempting to get the water because she was one of the smallest people in the class at five feet two inches and only about 100 pounds. ginny reached in to get the water and literally almost fell in. after that she gave up rather quickly. she wasn't going to be stuck in a cactus for the rest of her life.
not wanting to take a another failing grade for the day, she agreed to go to the greenhouse during her lunch break. so much for spending some time with her brothers she didn't get to see that much, hermione, and harry. there would be other days for mingling, although, and not other days for raising her grade in herbology. ginny literally walked over to the gryffindor table, stuffed some rolls her on pockets, and took a chicken wing in each hand and running out the door without an explanation to any of her friends. must of looked silly, but there was time for explanations later.
ginny arrived at the greenhouse a few minutes later. by then she had already finished her chicken wings and one of her rolls, and was still starving. she shoved the last roll in her mouth, it was literally half sticking out of her mouth as she clamped down on it like a dog. she walked into the greenhouse to see neville looking like he was in a bit of trouble. how was she supposed to know that he really wasn't? the roll fell out of her mouth and she ran to him, yanking on his sweater and sides, trying to pull him out. "hold on neville, i've got you!"
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Post by neville on Jul 25, 2011 12:00:31 GMT -5
Neville, who was still struggling inside the cactus, had gotten both of his arms through the hole. Now he was fumbling around with the cup, trying to keep his hands still so he could scoop up the water. He kept thinking how proud Professor Sprout would be of him. Not many teachers praised Neville that much, but she was the only one. It felt really good to be the star pupil, even if it was only for Herbology. So he wanted to keep it that way.
Neville had just gotten the water in the cup when he heard something from outside the room. It sounded like... somebody was shouting? Then, all of the sudden, two small yet strong hands were yanking on him, trying to force him out of the plant. Neville jumped, taken by surprise, and dropped the cup. Gasping, he tried to reach for it, but whoever was pulling on him from outside was pretty strong. And to top it all off, now the plant was trying to force Neville out too. It could feel that somebody was trying to pull Neville out, so now it was helping, desperate to be rid of the nuisance inside of it.
"Wait, wait, stop! Neville tried to call out, but it was a bad idea. Something disgusting and green was squirted inside his mouth, and Neville started coughing. It was the muck! Disgusted, Neville tried once more to reach out for the cup, not daring to open his mouth again. His fingers had just brushed the smooth glass when the combined force of the person and the plant was too much; Neville was yanked once more and his head and arms came flying out of the cactus. He fell back, hard, onto the floor in front of the table.
"No!" Neville cried, rushing toward the plant, but it was too late. The plant, trying to avoid another situation like that, had sealed it's opening firmly shut. Neville tried to pry it open, but it wouldn't budge. Great. He had lost the water, and his cup.
Sighing, Neville turned around, wiping his eyes so he could clear his vision. The muck covered his entire face, and he probably looked quite revolting. When his vision cleared up he saw Ginny standing in front of him. He should have known; small but strong? That had Ginny written all over it.
Neville wasn't mad; she probably thought he was dying inside of there. Still, he plopped down onto the wooden bench, a little dejected. |
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Post by GINEVRA WEASLEY on Jul 25, 2011 14:57:01 GMT -5
ginny yanked and yanked and yanked, just realizing how large neville actually was compared to her(tall, really), and how far down he was in that thing. she pulled as hard as she could, which was pretty hard for someone her stature. ginny was starting to get freaked. was there a teacher nearby? would he be stuck in this plant forever? she didn't know anything about plants, for all ginny knew, it could eat him right up. them she heard some kind of noise from inside the plant sounded like neville's freaked out/nervous voice. "don't worry, i am going to get you out!" at least she hoped she would. with one final tug, neville came flying out, right onto her.
ginny fell under his weight, a little stunned for a second, but then recollected herself, and stood up, wiping some green gunk off of her. then she saw neville, and held back a giggle. his whole face was covered in green slime. for the sake of not embarrassing him any further, she kept a straight face. "are you alright?!" she asked, nervously, looking him over for any injuries. he seemed fine except for the green stuff on him. gin fumbled through her pockets, pulling out a handkerchief she had grabbed along with her food in the great hall. it was clean, but not for long. "come here." she said, holding up the handkerchief. when instead he started freaking about the plant, she went over to him, turned his face towards hers, and started wiping the green off his face like a mother wiping her three year old's face.
once most of the green was off, and the new handkerchief was now garbage, she threw it off to the side of the room with her bag. "that plant almost killed you!" she said, still misunderstanding the whole situation. ginny sat next to him on the bench, wondering why a look of sadness crossed his face. she was confused. "what's wrong?" she looked back at the plant. it closed up, but he could always use another. that is, if he wanted to go near another. "it's okay, i'm sure madam sprout won't make you do that again if she was aware the thing almost just killed you right now." ginny said and gave him a little pat on the back.
she got up and searched for a cup and stood near her own plant she had been trying to get the water out of. ginny grimaced at how large it was and how disgusting it looked. oh, how she hated herbology.
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Post by neville on Jul 25, 2011 15:21:31 GMT -5
"Thank you," Neville said sadly as Ginny tried to wipe the gunk off of his face. He felt like a child when she did this, but at that moment he didn't care. It had been hard enough to work up the courage and dive into that thing in the first place. Plus, he had been so close! The water had been in the cup! That's something that nobody had been able to accomplish during their class. He didn't blame Ginny, of course. She was trying to help. He probably would have needed help getting out of the plant, now that he thought about it. If he had just held onto the cup...
He looked up when Ginny joined him on the bench. She had some of the muck on her clothes too, thanks to Neville falling on her. He tried to force a smile. "Hey Ginny," he said quietly. "The plant really wasn't killing me, he explained. "I was trying to get some of the water from the plant. I had the cup and everything... And I was so close... but you know, just bad luck I guess... Professor Sprout didn't send me to do this, I came on my own. I know it sounds like I'm bragging, but I really wanted to do the best in the class, even if that meant staying after and trying again." He kept rambling as he stared at his plant behind him, which was still shut tightly. "Thanks for helping me get out of that thing, though... I wouldn't have been able to gotten out on my own."
(OOC: Eww, this is ridiculously short and it lacks muse. -.-)
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Post by GINEVRA WEASLEY on Jul 25, 2011 17:51:13 GMT -5
after getting off most of the stuff off on his face (comon, you can't get every little bit off with a handkerchief), and resisting the urge to lick her finger and try to scrub the rest off (it would be too much like her mother), she shook her head and returned her hands to her pockets "was that overly motherly? my apologies, neville." she said with a smirk. "i must say i was tempted to lick my finger and scrub the rest of it off. but the handkerchief had to do." ginny still couldn't believe that they went to the yule ball together. they were obviously just good friends, and ginny was very protective of him, even though he was a year older. there was no way they would ever work out as a couple. "you have to be more careful."
while she put on her apron and goggles and washed out her cup, she listened to neville intently. that's when ginny realized that all of it had been a big misunderstanding. "what?!" she dropped the cup and it shattered, scraping at her exposed ankles. "yow!" she interjected as she backed away from the broken mess. "oh neville, i'm sorry. i thought you were stuck!" she was embarrassed now, her pale cheeks turning as red as her hair. "i'm so so sorry. i should have known." she felt really bad now for screwing up his grade, especially since she knew he could have gotten the water. "i came here...because i can't fail another assignment in this class. i'm useless when it comes to anything about plants." she explained. "maybe we can help each other get a cup of the water, eh?" ginny looked down at her ankles. "after i stop bleeding." she said with a slight chuckle, referring to the streaks of red running down to her shoes.
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Post by neville on Jul 25, 2011 20:11:08 GMT -5
Neville chuckled when he saw the look in Ginny's eye. She had tossed her handkerchief aside and was now eying the spots where there was still muck left on his face. When she said that she resisted the urge to lick her finger and try to rub the stuff off, he laughed harder. Neville had only met Ginny's mother a few times, but Ginny often reminded him of her. Ginny was very protective, especially of Neville. It was probably because he couldn't really stand up for himself. Well, not in his early years at Hogwarts he couldn't. But lately, something was changing... He seemed more confident in himself. Of course, it could all just be in head.
Neville jumped when Ginny dropped the cup and it shattered on the ground. He was able to avoid getting hit with the glass, but Ginny wasn't so lucky. She squealed in pain, and instantly blood was already dripping down her ankles. Neville was about to run over and help, but then Ginny started going on about how she had no idea he wasn't really in trouble. She seemed awfully embarrassed, and instantly Neville felt guilty. Even if she had been the reason why he didn't get the water, he wasn't going to tell her that. That would just be out right mean!
"H-hey, don't feel bad, seriously," Neville said, jumping up to his feet and walking over to her. "It wasn't you're fault at all. I was stupid to try and get the water by myself; remember how Professor Sprout was pulling kids out of the plants today because they were stuck? Well, that could have been me. And if you didn't come, I probably never would have gotten out." Neville hoped he sound convincing enough. This was a special gift Neville had. He was usually able to make people feel better about things. When somebody was ever feeling down in the Gryffindor common room, well, Neville had ways of cheering them up.
Neville grinned when Ginny mentioned how she had come to give her plant another go too. And them working together? It was a brilliant idea. Professor Sprout never said they couldn't work together, after all. "That's a great idea. I bet if we both work together, it'll be twice as easy to get the water!" Neville wasn't a whiz at math, but he at least knew that much. "Oh, and those cuts on your ankles? Hold on one second." Neville ran over to the supply cabinet in the back of the greenhouse and took a small vile from the highest shelve. He returned to Ginny, opened the vile, and poured some of the clear water onto her ankle. Instantly the wound healed up, and in a few seconds there was no trace of a cut left at all. He held up the vile, grinning. "This is how well the water works, so that's why it's so hard to obtain." |
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Post by GINEVRA WEASLEY on Jul 26, 2011 14:43:28 GMT -5
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Ginny frowned at Neville laughing at her. She supposed she was being too much like her mother. "Hey, I could have left the gunk on you until it dried. Then I would have to use my spit to take it all off!" Or water, but she wasn't going to say that. It was much more fun making it as disgusting as possible. Then, she eyed the gunk that was on her robes. "Oh, ew. What is this?" She wiped some off with her fingers and made it splatter on the floor. Great, then she could trip on it later. There should be warning signs around this place, indicating if a disgusting, sticky green muck covered part of the floor. Hopefully she wouldn't be the one to clean it off. Instead of fumbling with her green-covered robe, she took it off. It was easier to get the apron on that way. Not to mention it was warm in the greenhouse. Must be for some of the plants.
Ginny would ignore her bleeding self and go on about something else. She kept babbling as Neville was off getting something. Madam Sprout would never let them back in the greenhouse with the mess they were making. "How are we going to clean this up?" she finally asked after her long apology. Ginny paused for a second. She could use the spell she used on the train to Hogwarts when Neville poked his plant in the wrong place. It squirted out a similar substance all over herself, Neville, Harry, and Luna. She wasn't sure if it would clean up the glass, however. "Scourgify!" she yelled at the green substance that had taken over the room. Ginny's wand was a little worse for wear since Fred had sat on it, (the black tip was breaking off), but hopefully still worked correctly. In an instant, the green gook disappeared. But the glass remained.
"Guess we're going to have to clean that up the muggle way." She said with a grin. Ginny's grin turned back into a straight line when he spoke again. "But it WAS my fault. You don't have to try to make me feel better." She said with a sigh. Whatever, they could work together now and both do good on this assignment. Ginny knew when people were buttering her up or lying to her, since she was good at both of those things herself. She didn't have such bad feelings anymore, being around Neville lowered her stress level to about a four instead of the usual eight or nine. "Thanks for trying though." she said with a small smile this time.
"Great, better get your equipment on!" she chuckled at the word equipment. That's what Sprout always called it, and it seemed weird to use it, referring to an apron and goggles. Ginny pulled back her hair in a ponytail, and took a step towards the plant. The bleeding continued as she moved. "And the funny thing is, I don't even feel it." she said, wiggling one of her ankles around. She watched Neville run over to get something. "No, it's fine. They're just some little scratches." Ginny, the stubborn one. Even if her foot was falling off, she'd try to ignore it.
Neville came back with some kind of liquid in his hands. Ginny held up her ankle to him to pour the stuff on it. He poured it on the cuts, her expecting it to sting like most other medicines such as this did. But, brilliantly, she didn't feel a thing,and the cuts disappeared right before her eyes. "Wow, that's brilliant! Thanks Neville!" She chuckled. "Harry could use some of this stuff. He's always got some type of blood on him, whether it's his or not." Ginny was mesmerized by how well the liquid worked. She took the bottle from Neville and examined it closely, swishing the liquid back and forth. "Well, shall we get this started? Get our own cups full?" She was actually starting to get excited.
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Post by neville on Jul 31, 2011 19:56:26 GMT -5
Neville was amazed as he watched Ginny use the spell to get rid of the plant gunk. It was a really simple spell, actually. And the glass didn’t even vanish. Still, it was a spell that Neville would have to repeat three or four times to get it right. Ginny had only done it with one swish of her wand, so therefore, Neville was awed. “Good job!” He exclaimed, hoping Ginny would understand why he was praising her. Neville praised almost everybody when they did a successful spell. It helped him forget how horrible he was at casting them.
“Oh no, the muggle way?” Neville groaned, rolling his eyes. “That takes so long! But I guess if Harry and Hermione could do it for years, so can we.” He knew there were brooms in the supply cabinet, but he was just too lazy to run over there again. Besides, he was ready for another go at the plant.
He grinned when the water cleaned up the wounds and magically healed them. His grin widened when he saw Ginny’s expression. She was amazed by the water, and for some reason he swelled with pride. He knew it was ridiculous; anybody could obtain the water if they wanted too. It wasn’t like it was some magical brewed potion that took extreme skill to make. It was just water from a wild plant. Still, he was the Herbology nut. He knew so much about these plants, and this water, and anything that was green. It was kind of like this amazing water was from his domain, so this made him extremely proud.
“Yeah, we should get started,” he said, nodding in agreement. Neville already has his protective goggles on from before, but he was considering adding something for his mouth as well. He could still taste the disgusting gunk from before on his tongue. Neville scurried over to his bag and pulled out a spare cup before heading over to Ginny’s plant from class. His plant was still refusing to open. |
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Post by GINEVRA WEASLEY on Aug 6, 2011 15:16:44 GMT -5
Neville was much too excited about her cleaning up the plant gunk, but it gave her some self confidence that she had been lacking recently. She let out a small and chuckle. "Thanks, Nev." She put her wand on the table in front of her and stared at the mess of glass they still had. "Oh yes, the muggle way." She shivered. Hermione and Harry had to do it the muggle way all the time; it couldn't be too hard to manage. It was still annoying when she had to stomp her way over to the cabinet, grab brooms (she only wanted to touch brooms if she was flying them), and walk all the way back over to the mess. She tossed Neville a broom and started cleaning up the mess with slow, unsteady sweeps. She wasn't used to this, to say the least. Usually her mum put a charm on the broom to sweep itself.
"I say we just sweep these into a corner and hope no one sees them." She said, already edging the glass over to an empty corner. Ginny was too lazy to find a dust pan. Quickly, she flung the broom hard, hoping to get all the glass bits over there in one go. It ended up just making them richocet all over the place. "Oh damn." How was she supposed to know that would happen? "I'll just stop being rough now." Ginny cleaned more carefully then before, ready to get the stupid plant stuff over with. They had limited time before lunch was over. "Hurry now!" Ginny said anxiously as she realized they really did just waste a bunch of time.
The water thing stil really impressed her. She didn't know anything about it, or even that it existed before today. Ginny smiled as she saw the pride on Neville's face. "Um, yeah, lets get started." She walked right up to the plant with a look of determination on her face. She would get the water from the bottom. They could do this! Hopefully. Without dying. Or getting icky. Or getting icky and then dying. Way to think positively, Gin.
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