Severus Snape (delicate_power) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-08-29 14:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 08, severus snape, swan prescott |
RP: Silver bells and cockle shells...
Characters: Severus, poking Swan (and boy does that sound naughty...)
Time/Date: August 29, afternoon
Location: The garden
Warnings/Rating: Probably none
Summary: Plant identification
Status: Complete
Gardens and Severus did not get on, as a rule. For a potion-maker, Herbology was a necessary evil. He had accepted that fact early on in his Hogwarts career. He didn't particularly like plants -- or animals, for that matter -- but they were required for a good brewer to adequately tackle his work. Of course, he knew One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi backward and forward. Not that that had ever been much help.
Severus had been cursed with a black thumb, and he could kill a plant just by looking at it wrong on his worst days. He'd done well enough with the theory of Herbology, but he couldn't count the times Professor Sprout had tsked at him over his shoulder in her lessons, at the deplorable mess he'd made of the poor plants. It was for that reason alone that he was hesitant to visit the garden, as if the plants might simply wither and die upon seeing him, preemptively.
But he had promised to help, and it would certainly be a good idea to know what plants they had on hand that might be useful for potion-making. So he made his way down to the garden, after lunch. But he stopped short at the sight of the girl. The pictures on the network hardly did her justice, but she really was the spitting image. He shook his head after a moment of gaping unattractively, he was sure. "I'm sorry," he said, frowning ever so slightly. "You look a great deal like somebody I used to know." Then he offered her a tight-lipped smile.