Post by CASSANDRA JOAN LONGBOTTOM on Apr 28, 2012 2:06:43 GMT -5
W E G O T N O T I M E T O W A S T E
It was only the end of September and already Cassie was having an eventful year. She was having more fun than she thought was possible at the school. Hell, she had never even realized how much most prefects did not care about the parties being thrown. Her favorite had involved sneaking into Hogsmeade after curfew. Blimey how easy it had been. Still, despite the easiness of it all she still got a huge rush from it all. Maybe that just came from it being a whole new world, probably this time next year it will all be the same-old-same-old. Until then though, Cassie was going to enjoy the partying weekends with Xander and worry about her homework. Part of that homework involved doing research on a plant of her choosing for her father's class.
This was one of the projects she had been looking forward too as soon as she had asked her father what would be covered for the year. She would choose a plant of her liking and care for it for two months and then present it to the class on her designated date. The one class she was exceptional in was always fun and a blast. The only problem happening was that it was becoming the only class she was getting good grades in. Her potions was slipping, along with magical creatures, and her Defense Against the Dark Arts was always terrible. She was beginning to worry that her father would catch on and bring her mother in to talk to her. She loved her mother, truly, but not enough to sit through a lecture and give an empty promise that she'd try harder. So for now, working on Herbology was the only best thing to do.
She wandered through the forest, searching for the perfect plant. Cassie wanted to do a plant that wasn't in the given selection. She knew enough about most to know which ones were deadly to the touch. Granted, she was no expert but she could do well enough after enough education and an apprenticeship. Maybe she could find a fire seed bush or a simple screechsnap. Of course with the latter, she feared that another student would also present it. She sat herself down by a couple of puffapod plants, thinking of the first day she met Xander and gave him a whole lesson on the flowers. She'd already come a great deal out of her shell since that first week of school, that was just a crazy thought alone. Her thoughts were distracted when footsteps caught her attraction, causing her to perk her head up.
tag: desmond striker
notes: blaaaaah
words: 436
outfit: hurr
This was one of the projects she had been looking forward too as soon as she had asked her father what would be covered for the year. She would choose a plant of her liking and care for it for two months and then present it to the class on her designated date. The one class she was exceptional in was always fun and a blast. The only problem happening was that it was becoming the only class she was getting good grades in. Her potions was slipping, along with magical creatures, and her Defense Against the Dark Arts was always terrible. She was beginning to worry that her father would catch on and bring her mother in to talk to her. She loved her mother, truly, but not enough to sit through a lecture and give an empty promise that she'd try harder. So for now, working on Herbology was the only best thing to do.
She wandered through the forest, searching for the perfect plant. Cassie wanted to do a plant that wasn't in the given selection. She knew enough about most to know which ones were deadly to the touch. Granted, she was no expert but she could do well enough after enough education and an apprenticeship. Maybe she could find a fire seed bush or a simple screechsnap. Of course with the latter, she feared that another student would also present it. She sat herself down by a couple of puffapod plants, thinking of the first day she met Xander and gave him a whole lesson on the flowers. She'd already come a great deal out of her shell since that first week of school, that was just a crazy thought alone. Her thoughts were distracted when footsteps caught her attraction, causing her to perk her head up.
tag: desmond striker
notes: blaaaaah
words: 436
outfit: hurr
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