Class #3: G&S / 4&5

[Professor Pomona Sprout]

INTRODUCTION
Group #1: Gryffindor Fourth and Fifth Years
Group #2: Slytherin Fourth and Fifth Years
Discussion: Fanged Geraniums

Days like today were certainly the more boring days of the class year, but Pomona wasn’t particularly upset about it. Teaching certainly had its ups and downs, and while teaching essentially the exact same course material for some 30 years wasn’t her favorite, she felt fulfilled every day regardless educating the minds of young people. She’d swell with pride seeing her students doing well. She knew her class wasn’t exactly quite as popular as others like Defense Against the Dark Arts or even Transfiguration, but she knew she was doing the students good because one day the information would be useful – that is, assuming they’d remembered. The class gathered, mumbling to one another about the beautiful plants that sat on the table in the middle of the greenhouse. Beautiful, but dangerous; the plants were Fanged Geraniums, and today they would deal with potting and pruning them. ”Please, have your books handy,” she called out to the students as the final chairs filled in the room. ”Good afternoon,” she greeted, nodding her head courteously at the students as they rummaged through their bags to pull out One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. ”Now,” she continued, "Can anyone tell me what these plants are?” she asked, motioning towards them. Hopefully at least one of them liked the class enough to read ahead…

[jezebel]

Herbology was definitely not Jezebel's forte. Oh, it was fascinating, sometimes, but she often got distracted in the class by all the interesting plants around them, and she found Professor Sprout a little annoying. Plus, sometimes her lectures were incredibly boring and Jezebel didn't like dealing with some of the plants because sometimes they bit and screamed (like the mandrake in second year had almost bit her finger off!) and other times they were just plain disgusting to deal with. And maybe it sounded a bit girly to dislike a class based on that, but whatever she couldn't like everything. So when Professor Sprout asked what plant that was, gesturing towards the things in pots that were trying to pass off as legumes, Jezebel immediately busied herself with her book, using her long hair to block her face in hopes that the Professor wouldn't call on her because she really had no idea.

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[Annabeth Prewett]

Herbology, in Beth's opinion, was a waste of time. If she was going to pay attention and make an effort in her schoolwork in order to become a better witch, then the least the school could do is give her something relevant to work with. Spells to attack, to defend herself--Defense Against the Dark Arts was fantastic, for example, and Charms and Potions were exceptionally useful. But Herbology? Fuck off. Dragging herself to a seat somewhere along the table, Beth slumped onto it and leaned her head on her hand, propping her elbow up on the table as she looked up at the flower in front of her. It had little teeth and was squirming, as if daring them to touch it.

Beth reached out and flicked her finger at one of the petals--the flower turned over and snapped its jaws at her finger, biting onto the pad of her forefinger, and she yanked her arm back. "Ow!" she hissed, watching the single droplet of blood pool over her pale skin. Damn it. She hated blood. Quickly wiping it off on her robes, Beth turned back to herself and rolled her eyes, letting out a deep sigh, puff of air through her lips, thoroughly ignoring whatever question Sprout had just asked in favor of twirling a stand of hair around her finger, watching it intently and morphing it, from the tips upwards, into a streak of bright green.

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

POINT COUNT

TALLY	Gryffindor	Ravenclaw	Hufflepuff	Slytherin
Attendance	05	00	00	05
Earned	00	00	00	00
Total	05	00	00	05