Lorcan Scamander (lorcavor) wrote in allsnotwell_rpg, @ 2009-07-13 21:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | hugo weasley, lorcan scamander, october |
Characters: Lorcan Scamander and Hugo Weasley
When/Where: October 13th, mid-afternoon / Green Houses
Rating: G-PG
Summary: Lorcan is dutiful over his plants, Hugo has a trainable toupe!
Lorcan stretched his arms above his head, yawned, cupped his hands behind his head and leaned back as far as he could. His entire body had grown stiff from sitting in the chair too long. Out of curiosity, Lorcan peered down at his watch and was astonished to find that it was nearly sunset. The sun was getting lower and lower in the sky and as he surveyed his plants, he decided rather firmly that he preferred the summer months - even if he usually spent them in the southern hemisphere where there were always fits of snow.
His stomach growled angrily, and Lorcan looked down at it as if a small thing had come alive within him. He talked to it as if to sooth it, "I know I missed lunch, but dinner isn't too far off. And Mum sent Lysander some cookies we can have." His stomach gargled in quiet compliance and Lorcan stood to stretch his legs. He took a lap around the green house, poking this plant and that plant, and laughing merrily as the animate ones try to bite back. One which he had named Marigold swayed in a non-existent wind and he smiled at it. It was a beautiful plant, with stunning yellow flowers. After a long thoughtful moment, Lorcan pulled a scrap of meat out of his pocket and gently lobbed it at the plant. Out of no where, stem extended and the pedals closed around the small piece of food. Lorcan laughed again, and satisfied, wandered back to the desk.
Curling his legs up beneath him, Lorcan opened his field journal and began to sketch the plant in its different instances as it moved to capture its meals. He stretched over his journal, as if the closer he was the better the pictures might come out. He couldn't accept the fact that he wasn't as good of an artist as he wished he was; sketches came easy, but this was only after years of practice. In his eagerness, Lorcan snapped the lead of his pencil and in a fit of fury (which was quite uncommon to him), Lorcan threw up his arms and let out a small rather exasperated yell, and he inadvertently knocked himself over backward, and with a crack the back of the chair hit the floor. Closing his eyes in embarrassment, Lorcan was just happy no one had seen him.