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Offline Bérénice Bonaccord

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bibbidi bobbidi boo [september]
« on: August 19, 2020, 11:11:05 PM »
first week of september

Bérénice was lost in thought, gazing at a dew-laced spider’s web that stretched from the stalk of the pumpkin on her desk. Footsteps brought her out of her daydream and she glanced up with a soft smile. It was a cool autumn morning, and her lesson plan for the day was designed to ease her students back into the school year.

As everyone filed in, arranging themselves around the long benches that filled the greenhouse, Bérénice stood at the head of the desks and adjusted the little pile of slate to her left. “Good morning,” she beamed, drawing her hands out from the pockets of her pinafore and folding them together in front of her lap. “I hope you all had a wonderful summer and are ready for a new year.”

“Today we will be selecting your pumpkins for the festival next month,” she rested her hand on the small (magically ripened) squash she had brought along. “There will be both magical and mundane varieties available — and you can choose a gourd, squash, or courgette instead if you like. Seeds were planted during the summer so they’re already growing out in the pumpkin patch to give you all a head start.”

The witch picked up a slate marker, about sinx inches long and two inches wide, with a pointed end to stake into the ground. “Please take a marker and write your name using the soapstone chalk provided, then — without running — head to the patch outside and choose your plant.”

Some people began to shift and she held a hand up. “There’s a small catch,” she smirked. “You will need to use your knowledge, or your textbooks, to help you identify the right plant for you. You must write, after picking your fruit — yes, they are fruits, not vegetables — what variety you have chosen, and if it has been grown entirely using moldu means or if it has been helped along with magical tonics, charms, and so on. If you get this correct, the plant is yours for the competition. If you get it wrong, you need to start again.”

“Now, you may begin.”



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please post your character heading out to the pumpkin patch and choosing their pumpkin. they can get it right first time or get it wrong - if they get it wrong, the slate marker will wipe itself clean. this wikipedia page may be helpful. if you would like to come up with some magical varieties (if there’s a chinese chomping cabbage, makes sense that there might be a peruvian purple pumpkin?) please feel free!

once your character has correctly identified their pumpkin (or squash, gourd, etc.) they can tend to it, if they want to actually win something at the festival, or they can slack off. i may post bérénice checking in on your character's progress, and of course she is available to help if requested.

 

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Offline Lijsbeth Westbroek

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Re: bibbidi bobbidi boo [september]
« Reply #1 on: August 27, 2020, 11:09:12 AM »
It was her OWL year, and Lijsbeth was determined to do well. Unlike some of her housemates, she knew exactly what she wanted to do when she graduated and that meant she needed good grades. While magical veterinary work wasn't quite as competitive as becoming a healer, she still had two years of hard work ahead of her before even being accepted onto a graduate course and thus every subject mattered, even the ones she didn't consider particularly important. Botanique of course was one of the more important subjects and thankfully one of her favourites, so she was hoping a top grade here was achievable.

Thus the sixth year had arrived early and was already seated near the front of the room reading her textbook when Professeur Bonaccord began the lesson. Immediately the girl's head snapped up, her heartrate increasing slightly as the familiar anxiety made itself known. What if they were doing something entirely new today? What if she didn't understand and everyone laughed at her? What if she failed? What if... One...two...three...four...breathe in...one...two...three......four...breathe out...one...two...three... Lisjbeth recognised the catastrophising thoughts before they managed to take a proper hold and began her breathing exercises, concentrating on calming herself while their teacher made the standard new term greetings.

Okay. Pumpkins. "I can do this" she thought. Not only that, but the Bellefeuille loved growing things and was rather good at it. She was already mentally listing her favourite varieties when she heard the familiar shifting of seats. Some of the more eager students were no doubt going to run out to the pumpkin patch and try to claim the largest squashes before anyone else got there. She suppressed a smile as Professeur Bonaccord halted their premature exit. She'd been expecting a twist like this. It wasn't going to be as easy as first to the pumpkin patch picked the biggest one. Picking up her wand, Lijsbeth summoned one of the markers (she only had to whisper the charm now, another few months and she'd be able to cast that one wordlessly) and neatly wrote her name, year and house on it, as if she expected there to be other Lijsbeth Westbroeks who might contest her ownership of whatever she selected. A few students who had scribbled their names were already rushing outside, but she flicked briefly through her textbook to check the exact name of what she hoped she would find out there.

Only then did she leave her seat and force herself to walk sedately (her instinct was to run, but she suppressed it) to the pumpkin patch. Already the ground was covered with a variety of gourds; most with large, almost circular leaves and several still sporting bright yellow flowers. "butternut squash...pattypan...regular pumpkin...ooh..." she paused briefly near a black zucchini which was already at least twice the size one would expect it to be, but then shook her head. Using magical methods to force a moldu variety had mixed results, and she didn't want to risk choosing something that exploded a week before the competition. Aha! There - that was the one she wanted. Currently fairly small and unassuming, with pale aquamarine skin that was almost the exact colour as her Bellefeuille scarf. Lijsbeth crouched beside the plant and examined it closely. The variety was easy enough to identify, but she wasn't certain how it had been grown, aside from the obvious... she carefully examined the leaves, fingered the tendrils which were unresponsive to her touch. No charms, then.

After a couple of minutes she turned her marker over to the clean side. Crown Prince Squash, fed enhancing tonic to brighten skin she wrote, and then hesitated. The writing remained, but did that mean she was correct? After a moment, she pushed it carefully into the ground beside the plant and waited expectantly, but nothing happened. Okay, that was good, she hoped. She got to her feet and looked around thoughtfully. "Professeur Bonaccord, I forgot to ask. Are we allowed to use charms on a pumpkin that has so far only been raised without magic?"


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Re: bibbidi bobbidi boo [september]
« Reply #2 on: August 27, 2020, 11:26:46 AM »
It was safe to say that herbology wasn't Dino's strong point. He enjoyed it well enough, when it involved digging in the grounds or pruning back dead wood, but when it came to growing things he certainly lacked green fingers. The pumpkin festival was always a high point of the autumn term, but by now the boy knew he was never going to win any of the categories, unless they invented one called 'Pumpkin that singularly failed to grow at all' or 'Most riddled with slugs'. Twice in the previous four years Dino hadn't even managed to grow something that was good enough for display, let alone to be eaten.

So his hopes weren't high, but his enthusiasm was undiminished. He was already on his feet when he realised he'd been a little premature and was supposed to wait for instructions. Muttering a quick "sorry" he sat down again, frowning as he tried to remember the names of some of the different varieties of pumpkins. Naturally, he had forgotten to bring his textbook which, with the best of intentions, he had been reading at breakfast this morning and had accidentally left by his seat where he would find it, neatly folded, when he returned there for lunch later on. He craned his neck and tried to see the book of the boy opposite, but at that moment the book as slammed shut and the boy leaned on it to write his name.

Trying to look more confident than he felt Dino walked over and collected a marker and wrote his name, then ran out to the pumpkins, hoping to simply pick the biggest one he saw. There! A huge orange one, aleady at least a foot in diameter! He wrote 'pumpkin' on the marker, which immediately vanished. Wait...what? It was a pumpkin right? Oh...it must have been charmed. 'pumpkin - growth charm' he tried again, but that vanished too. Discouraged, he wandered down the rows until he spotted something else 'Marrow - no charms' he tried, but that too vanished. oh, well - he didn't really want to grow either of those, he told himself. He tried what he thought was a yellow courgette and something that looked like a patty pan but apparently wasn't, until he spotted the most hideous squash by far. Looking like a mutant, or a goblin wearing a truly ugly beret - but the good things was that he actually knew what this was! Turban squash he wrote on his marker, and then punched the air with a delighted exclamation when that didn't immediately disappear.

So far so good. Dino got to his knees and examined the plant. It wasn't much bigger than those around him, and the squash wasn't huge yet either, so that probably meant it hadn't had any charms performed on it. Hesitantly, he wrote just moldu plant food on the marker. When the writing stayed where it was, he pushed the marker into the ground and sat back on his heels, wondering what he should do next.

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Re: bibbidi bobbidi boo [september]
« Reply #3 on: September 06, 2020, 07:04:02 PM »
Honoré smiled at professor Bonaccord who incidentally was also a distant relative (his mother was a Bonaccord as well) when she greeted the class and said that she hoped they had had a wonderful summer. His summer had been decent, not wonderful, but he definitely was ready for the new year. He liked to be one student among many others rather than being a rich kid at a luxury hotel. At Beauxbatons he felt like a normal teenage boy and not like the heir to a great fortune that he never wanted.

Selecting a pumpkin did not seem like a very exciting task but it was okay, the boy assumed. Herbology was all about plants anyway and it did not matter if he had to water a pumpkin, a beautiful flower or a devil's snare, after all. The goal was to keep whichever plant alive. He could do that.

The professor asked them to take a marker and write their names on it. Honoré did not hesitate to do so and stood there with his marker, waiting for further instructions. He frowned slightly as they were told they needed to properly identify their pumpkin, figure out if it had been grown by moldu means or if magic had been used – how should he figure that out? Anyway, he opted for a smile. After all the Herbology professor had been kind enough to tell them they could use their knowledge or their textbooks.

He took his textbook and opened it at the chapter on pumpkins and made his way to the patch, walking next to Lijsbeth and offering his friend a little smile. “Nice task, isn't it?” he said, little conviction in his voice. At least they'd be working mostly by themselves, it seemed. That should be pretty relaxed anyway.

With the help of his textbook he identified a turban squash that he would otherwise not have known and wrote 'buttercup squash, grown using moldu means' onto his marker before putting it in the earth next to the pumpkin. He was pretty sure that he had correctly identified the pumpkin. However, when it came to whether it had been grown using moldu or magical means he could not tell for sure.

Lijsbeth's question was quite a clever one and Honoré nodded approvingly. Since he wasn't sure about whether magical or moldu means had been used, he was quite interested in hearing professor Bonaccord's answer.


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Re: bibbidi bobbidi boo [september]
« Reply #4 on: September 07, 2020, 04:29:45 PM »
While he wasn't a natural green thumb, Jaspar wasn't a total menace when it came to Botanique. He'd done the reading, he thought he'd be able to pick out a pumpkin when they went out to the patch, but he had been so wrong. He'd spent the better half of the class heading out and getting the answers all wrong. His marker was probably going to run out soon at this rate. His cheeks were pink, his forehead a little sweaty, as he tried and failed again to identify a type of squash correctly. One time he had almost gotten the right answers, he'd known the species' name, but he'd messed up in thinking it must have been grown by magical means. The fruit had been as high as his thighs; he felt sure there had to be charms involved, but he had been wrong.

Sighing, he headed further down the row of pumpkins, trying desperately not to take all day to pick one, and feeling the pressure. Running a nervous hand through his blonde hair, the tall wizard doubled over to inspect another fruit. "Rai, check this one out, it's blue!" He called his buddy even though he didn't know quite where he was in the rows of vines.

"Wait!" He shot up, remembering he'd read something about this kind before, about it being so blue. "This is a Jarrahdale Blue Pumpkin." Jaspar pronounced it wrong, but the name was generally right. Writing on the stone, he claimed that it was grown by muggle means and watched (fingers crossed) as it wiped the slate clean.

Welp, wrong again.

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Re: bibbidi bobbidi boo [september]
« Reply #5 on: Today at 01:30:11 AM »
“A lovely variety,” Nice commented first on Lijsbeth’s chosen pumpkin with a wide smile. “Ten points to Bellefeuille for a correct identification, well done.” Bérénice nodded, then raised her voice a little louder as she answered Lijsbeth’s question; “You may, however it would then need to be entered into the magically grown categories in the festival. And you must be careful what charms you apply to a pumpkin -- or any plant -- that has so far grown naturally as it can upset them. Apply an Engorgement Charm too long or too often and it will just cause the pumpkin to explode, for example. It takes a delicate application.”

The Healer waited a beat before moving on, wandering through the patch with her ears pricked to listen for any more questions that might come her way (directly or indirectly).  She spotted Dino, sitting back with a successfully marked slate after having made a few attempts, and smiled. “Merveilleux, five points to Papillonlisse. Would you like to assist your squash’s growth with some more food, or perhaps protect it from pests?” she suggested gently.

Nice came across Honoré next, and had to remind herself she couldn’t partake in favouritism (he was in her house) or nepotism (he was family) -- especially not in front of the other students, at least. She smiled and peered at his marker as the writing faded; he’d identified it as a buttercup, but it was a turban  squash.  “Not quite. A close cousin,” she smirked softly, hoping that was enough of a clue.

She stepped away and towards a group of seventh years -- those who would be taking their N.E.W.T.s at the end of the year. Bérénice smiled at Jaspar and withdrew her wand, wiggling it subtly between two fingers at the Bellefeuille to give him a hint.
 

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