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Post by kaiden on Jun 6, 2012 17:54:54 GMT
 There was just nothing like the smell of potting soil on a Saturday morning. As cheesy as the whole thing sounded it was very much so true that such words were true when it came to the thought process of Kaiden Lane. While his classmates were busy (or really doing nothing) sleeping off whatever hangover or God knows what else there was reason wise for people to waste a good part of the morning doing nothing, the Gryffindor had decided to use his time to the best of his abilities. More so that equaled him in greenhouse five re-potting his mother's latest gift that she had sent him, which was no less then a wonderful specimen of Flitterbloom. Surely he figured that Professor Sprout would not miss a few things from her supply cupboard seeing as Kaiden did spend a good amount of his extra time merely helping out the previously named professor, not because he liked the witch, mind you (that was going a little too far) but because the plants were of a great deal of interest to him and that was just the way it was. Plus it was not like he was taking something valuable. Potting soil really was a knut a dozen, Flitterbloom was not really the type of plant that required to be overly babied. Not that he didn't treat his plants with such a large amount of kindness, but then again it was safe to say (aside from a few people) that his plants and his dear owl, Rinny, were the only things on the planet that he really did give a toss about. Not that he was the anti-social sort, instead it was safe to say that he was social-able to those around him but very few were actually safe from his manipulation and other behaviors of such natures that people considered questionable.
Though there wasn't a chance in hell that Kaiden would ever actually get around to liking more then a few people on the planet anyway. Sure there were a few that he liked to watch from a distance (for one reason or another) but overall it was easy enough to say that he wouldn't nor would he want to be Mister Popular any time soon. That was something that was very much so left to the people that had nothing better to do then stuff themselves in one professor's backside or at least something of similar nature. Indeed, there was something to be said about the ideas of getting ones way in that sort of area or more then anything managing to remain on a person's good side for the sake of them being highly useful. And that was very much so the reason that the Gryffindor found himself being the model student that he was or generally helping out from time to time. Indeed, it had nothing to do with him being a nice person or anything of that nature. When it came down to it, he was far more interested in social advancement or at the very least advancement in general. He was very much so different then those people that felt that minimal effort was perfectly fine, such behavior would never really pay off in the end, that was for sure, but who was he? Every person really did have the right to be as useless and unproductive as they wanted to be and that was very much so just the way it was. One hundred and ten percent the way it was right there and there was no if and's or but's about it.
Still such things were far from at the front of his mind at the present moment. The Gryffindor was far more interested in his plant and generally making sure that it was properly cared for among the fact that it was just the most lovely morning. The rain finally stopping in the middle of the night (not that it wouldn't be coming back!) which allowed the earth to have that most wonderful smell. There really was nothing like the smell of damp earth on a clear morning. The birds chirping and the sound that would be forever considered that of morning. It was all just so peaceful. Though it was only a matter of time until the school started to be far more alive and awake then it was at current but for now things were alright. He got to spend his morning playing with plants and humming various tunes as he worked and that was just that. A very pleasant morning indeed, too bad it would be coming to an end. "Now where did I put my gloves?" He muttered to himself, looking around. Surely, they were somewhere near by. Didn't he put them somewhere?
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OUTFIT;; Gryffindor robes
TAGGED;; Open
NOTES;; Please join? <3
CREDITS;; Lyrics from The World Belongs to Me by My Darkest Days |
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Post by shideh on Jun 19, 2012 20:00:44 GMT
 
Laura was so accustomed to waking up early back home that she couldn't get into the habit of sleeping in while she was at Hogwarts. When she slept in she felt groggy, disgusting and like she'd wasted the day away. She found it funny, because all the typical myths pointed to vampires being more adjusted to the night-time. Her skin was slightly pale, so it was an easy assumption to make. Actually though, a lot of the myths around vampires in the wizarding world were just that - myths. As she woke up, going through the usual routine of checking she still knew where everything was in her own neurotic way, she remembered that tomorrow she'd be heading down to the Daily Prophet for a work experience tour and orientation. She got dressed, all the while thinking if there was anything she could do to quicken the pace in which she got that internship.
Well, she thought to herself, if one of their reporters became unable to write, they'd have to put one of the interns to work right away she reasoned. Sketching out the plan in her mind, she headed down to the Great Hall for some pumpkin juice. She pulled out a small metallic vile, opened it and poured the containments into the pumpkin juice. That was the blood that made it nice to drink. She concluded that she would need to do something to the reporter that wouldn't cause them too much pain or last too long. She only needed it to work long enough that she got one assignment to show off her great writing potential. They were never going to drink any potion she conjured up and offered them, so it had to be something more subtle? A powder perhaps that can transfer when they shook hands? Then Laura could excuse herself to the bathroom, wash it off and let the chips fall where they may.
She maintained that sneezewort would be the most harmless way to put a writer out of action. Nobody could write when they were constantly sneezing and it didn't put the witch/wizard under any pain. All she needed to do then was pluck the sneezewort dried leaves that would produce the powder. After breakfast, she headed down to the greenhouse where the herbology classes often took place. She noticed someone in there but didn't glance twice at him. She hated when people looked at her while she was busy so she showed him the same courtesy. She explored the greenhouse and finally found the sneezewort at the top of one of the shelves. She was too short to reach it, she had to pull out her wand and use the wingardium leviosa charm to bring it down to her. She whispered the charm so that she did not disturb the male.
She caught the plant pot in her arms and placed it on one of the tables, plucking the dried leaves from the plant. She delicately inserted the leaves into a plastic bag she'd brought with her. The leaves needed to stay intact as first or they would be worn and useless by the time she got back to her dorm.
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Post by kaiden on Jun 21, 2012 20:34:35 GMT
It wasn't often that there were other people in the greenhouses at such an early morning hour on the weekend, no less. All too often the student (and sometimes the staff) population were all too busy sleeping off their hangovers acquired from the night before, and then there were just those other sort that couldn't get their lazy arses out of bed any sooner then nine o'clock in the bloody morning. So it was safe to say that Kaiden did not expect anyone to be anywhere near the greenhouses and that was why he was there in the first place. Most of the school understood that the Gryffindor was not altogether the most friendly person on the planet unless he had something to gain from it and that was something that didn't happen too often. But that was just simply how the wizard had been for as long as could be remembered even though his parents seemed to not even slightly know how that had come to pass. Considering they were both so interested in muggles that would make a pureblood elitist's toes curl, they were far from the general idea of social climbers and yet their son was known for such behavior. Whether that was a good thing or not, was something that there was no answer to at the moment.
Perhaps it was all down to the fact that people were all too often not even worth being around for one varied reason or another. The matter of blood was something that Kaiden really didn't give a damn about but there were more then a handful of reasons why he disliked a person. Often they were more creative then blood but more often then not it fell on the idea of how he disliked how a person dressed. Indeed, the whole idea of appearance was one that he cared more about then anything even if that was more then slightly shallow. Which lead to the whole idea as to why he liked plants as much as he did. They were pleasant enough things and didn't talk, really that was more then a slight bonus in itself. Really even then the things were just oh so interesting how they could live and live well with nothing more then water, good soil and the sun. Indeed, the whole thing was fascinating even to a wizard that could create water with a simple spell.
But the last thing that Kaiden Lane wanted to do was have to explain why he was doing what he was. Wasn't like was breaking any sort of rules or hurting anyone with what he did on a daily basis when it came to plants so that was just that and there was not anything in the world that was going to change that little fact. Though there was one thing that he did dislike about plants and that was the feeling of dirt under his fingernails so the loss of his gloves was something that annoyed him on more then one level as he noticed their sudden disappearance. The Gryffindor quirked a brow, looking around before noticing something and it sure was not his gloves! There was another student here. And one that was enough for the young wizard to wrinkle his nose at her mere presence. While she was a decent witch in her own right, there was just something that he didn't like about her. Something that he tended to feel towards things that were even considered supernatural to the wizarding population. A frown was quick to form when he realized that his gloves just happened to be next to the area where she was working. Or was that stealing? Damn the luck, either way. Jaw set firmly, he practically marched over to where his gloves were, snatching them up in one hand and giving the witch a nearly cold look. "Cadwallader." He spoke, at least giving the witch some form of a word that he did notice that she was there. The truth was however, that he disliked her. While she did have certain features that were worth something, she was not his type not one bit.
With his gloves in hand, he went back to work.
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OUTFIT;; Gryffindor robes
TAGGED;; Laura
NOTES;; Sorry, he's being the way he is. Feel free to push his buttons or whatever
CREDITS;; Lyrics from The World Belongs to Me by My Darkest Days |
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Post by shideh on Jul 8, 2012 14:44:29 GMT
Even though the greenhouse was small, when Laura was sharing it with a Gryffindor known for being a douche, it felt as large as a chamber. Because she and this guy were miles apart in both views and temperament. Kaiden seemed to live in his own little world, disliking everyone in sight. So she was hardly surprised when she received one word from him. In fact, she was surprised, but surprised she had received any form of greeting at all. His attitudes didn't bother her, as it was more than likely her kind-hearted nature would help her succeed in life. And in comparison, someone set on picking out the flaws of others, what could he be? A critic? A death eater? Even the workers at the Ministry of Magic needed to know how to mingle. Her brother Daniel was always concerned that Kaiden was exactly the type of guy that Laura would latch onto, taking him home to the family where Daniel would have to kick his ass. No worries there, Laura didn't go for his type. So she was unnerved by the fact that she wasn't his.
She was at least civil enough to do ditto what he did to her. "Lane" she spoke, her voice not slanted in any particular tone. It sounded more like an observation than an accusation. She wasn't prepared to take the unset leap of engaging further. She was there for sneezewort, not to be social. They just happened to be at the greenhouse at the same time. That was no reason for them to interact. Laura wouldn't have cared if Kaiden hadn't acknowledged her at all. She hadn't come into the greenhouse to be noticed. In fact, it was the opposite. She was quite jolly as she placed all the leaves into her plastic bag, zipping it up so that they could stay fresh. This had been easier than she thought. Although the greenhouse wasn't technically available for any student to waltz in and take whatever they liked. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
She had a feeling that she should push her luck while she was there. If she was going to get a slap on the wrist for it already she might as well make the most of it. She went through the cupboards, taking a few herbs that were used for a variety of things. Increased productivity, better flow of creativity, inspires concentration, to name a few. Surely they wouldn't oppose to her taking some of these. After all she was a student, and didn't teachers try to encourage productivity, creative thinking and concentration? So, actually, she was assisting her studies for the sake of her professors. With this definitive thought process, she pulled another bag from her uniform pocket and placed them inside, zipping up the bag when she was done. Pursing her lips, she wondered if she was done there, going over the mental checklist in her mind. Sneezewort, check. Extra stuff, check. She racked her brain for anything else she might need.
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