31 May 2018, 13:20
From the Ground Up
Being assigned to work with someone didn't seem like such an issue in the beginning until he had some worries about not being able to do his part. He was probably an A-student at best, so any project that had to do with his academics put his nerves in a tangle. What did relieve him was that it was not with a student from Ravenclaw, Reid wouldn't be able to stop questioning his intelligence at that point. Wet dirt from the slightly cracked pot spilled onto the table and the waiting dress shoes below. "Oops." the owner dejectedly muttered.
Reid was studying the stem of the plant, squinting as he let the light shine pierce the leaves. Suede gardening gloves deflected any of the dirt the young Hufflepuff handled with reckless abandon, staining the clean surface with darkened streaks of black. His own gardening robes had dark specks clinging onto it for dear life as the boy handled the plant. The earmuffs he once wore haphazardly hung around his neck and warmed it.
Reid hadn't realized it, but he had dumped a good bit of soil on the notes he had taken during the class. After nearly bumping another pot with his huge gloves, the young boy whisked the pile off only to realize that his notes had been ruined beyond recognition. He glanced to the left before to his right to see his assigned partner; maybe he should ask him? Reid stared at Paracelsus's pot, eyeing it with abject confusion after catching sight of how different their plants looked from one another.
The leaves were unconventional from one another, certainly thicker and had a deeper hint of green in comparison to his own. He remembered the Professor saying his name alongside his own, but he had the worst luck trying to recall the exact pronunciation. Parcelsus? Paracesul? It came to him in an instant after a few mental guesses; Paracelsus! The Hufflepuff cleared his throat, "Hey, Paracelsus. I think I grabbed the wrong plant, where did you get that one?"
There was slight hesitation on his tongue, one that almost made him take back what he said. This entire time, he had been forming his part of the report based off of a plant he was never supposed to even study. A good hour had been spent on it too, that alone was embarrassing. Reid considered actually sleeping more this night over staying up to read the comics he was sent through the post, maybe then he would pay attention better.
"Trouble usually finds me."
31 May 2018, 21:51
From the Ground Up
While lifting up the bigger leaves on the plant Parcel started counting the number of smaller ones by the stem. “10… 11… 15… 21, 21 inner-leaves in total” He proceeded to write down the number on the notes he had left on the side. He had needed to move them away a bit right after he had started to work, just to save them from being destroyed. The soil was surprisingly moist, and the pot couldn’t really contain the water very well, so a puddle was forming underneath his flowerpot.
He was silently nodding to himself as he looked over his notes. This was the first time Parcel had been assigned a group for a school assignment and he didn’t really know how to work well in a team. Having mostly grown up on the countryside in a wizarding community had done him no good when it came to interactions with other kinds or working in groups. To put it mildly, it wasn’t many children in some “of in the countryside” community like the one he came from.
Therefore, he had done what he mostly ended up doing every time he was with others, barging ahead on his own. This was supposed to be a team assignment, but Parcel hadn’t even spoken to his partner yet. Parcel had just started on his own part and left his partner to his own devices. It had passed an hour, and at this time even he himself started to feel like he should say something. Parcel was even kind of worried to look over at the other kid. Come to think of it, the two boys hadn’t even discussed what part of the assignment each of them was going to do, “What if we have done the same one?”. Feeling a bit stupid Parcel straighten himself up while focusing too intently on his plant, just as an excuse not to look over at the boy.
He would have to talk to the boy, but how should he start the conversation, after all, it had already passed an hour since they began. At this point in time it was nearly to late to talk together, perhaps they should just hand in what they had and never speak together at all.
“No, don’t be stupid! Stupid me!” Complaining to himself Parcel would eventually have to turn to the boy by his side. There was no helping it, they would have to speak. Parcel took off one of his thick gloves and used the bare hand to straighten his robe. He wasn’t really a fan of the school-robes, quite frankly, they were clothes for old wizards, like his grandpa. No, Parcel was much more comfortable in his normal uniform sweater, perhaps with a shirt and tie underneath. But alas, because they were in the greenhouse, the robes were mandatory.
Feeling like he had straightened his robe to a satisfying degree Parcel got ready to speak to the boy. It might seem a bit weird to straighten your robe just to talk to someone, but robes were such a terrible piece of clothing, it would always be wrinkly, and a true wizard always has to present himself in a straightened robe his father would say.
But now for the real problem, how should Parcel break the ice with the kid?... “Hello, I know we should have talked already, but mind telling me what part of the assignment you have done?” or perhaps “Hey you, we played quidditch together, remember? How’s it hanging?...” Gosh, feeling himself get red in the face just form thinking such stupid lines Parcel almost wanted to shake his head to get the thoughts out of his cranium. But before he had the chance to do anything Parcel heard the other guy speak first.
“Pleas, just Parcel works fine… No really, anything is better than the full name.”
Having said what he first and foremost wanted to say, Parcel could finally start to digest the rest of the kids answer… And he should really remember the kids name, the professor had said it in the beginning, so he should be able to remember it. Yeah, it wasn’t to hard of a name, not like his own.
“Wait! Reides, what did you ask?... Wrong.. plant.”
Looking down at Reides, which of course was the kids name. Parcel wasn’t stupid enough to forget a name he had heard an hour before.
Looking down at Reides plant Parcel noticed the difference in that plant from his own. After all, he had been, or should have been, studying the same plant as Reides this whole time. It didn’t look to wrong, it was almost the same, but the color was off, and Reides plant was a lot more drooping, it was almost like it was… dead… Reides plant was dead.
Attempting to hold in a bit of laughter he tried to explain his hypothesis to Reides.
“Umm, Reides, did you pick that up from the floor or something? I got one from that table over there, and I think yours look pretty dead… Do you perhaps want help with setting up one that is, well, that is alive?”
Scratching the scar on his chin Parcel used his other hand to pointe at the table he picked up his plant from. It wasn’t more than a few meters behind them.
He was silently nodding to himself as he looked over his notes. This was the first time Parcel had been assigned a group for a school assignment and he didn’t really know how to work well in a team. Having mostly grown up on the countryside in a wizarding community had done him no good when it came to interactions with other kinds or working in groups. To put it mildly, it wasn’t many children in some “of in the countryside” community like the one he came from.
Therefore, he had done what he mostly ended up doing every time he was with others, barging ahead on his own. This was supposed to be a team assignment, but Parcel hadn’t even spoken to his partner yet. Parcel had just started on his own part and left his partner to his own devices. It had passed an hour, and at this time even he himself started to feel like he should say something. Parcel was even kind of worried to look over at the other kid. Come to think of it, the two boys hadn’t even discussed what part of the assignment each of them was going to do, “What if we have done the same one?”. Feeling a bit stupid Parcel straighten himself up while focusing too intently on his plant, just as an excuse not to look over at the boy.
He would have to talk to the boy, but how should he start the conversation, after all, it had already passed an hour since they began. At this point in time it was nearly to late to talk together, perhaps they should just hand in what they had and never speak together at all.
“No, don’t be stupid! Stupid me!” Complaining to himself Parcel would eventually have to turn to the boy by his side. There was no helping it, they would have to speak. Parcel took off one of his thick gloves and used the bare hand to straighten his robe. He wasn’t really a fan of the school-robes, quite frankly, they were clothes for old wizards, like his grandpa. No, Parcel was much more comfortable in his normal uniform sweater, perhaps with a shirt and tie underneath. But alas, because they were in the greenhouse, the robes were mandatory.
Feeling like he had straightened his robe to a satisfying degree Parcel got ready to speak to the boy. It might seem a bit weird to straighten your robe just to talk to someone, but robes were such a terrible piece of clothing, it would always be wrinkly, and a true wizard always has to present himself in a straightened robe his father would say.
But now for the real problem, how should Parcel break the ice with the kid?... “Hello, I know we should have talked already, but mind telling me what part of the assignment you have done?” or perhaps “Hey you, we played quidditch together, remember? How’s it hanging?...” Gosh, feeling himself get red in the face just form thinking such stupid lines Parcel almost wanted to shake his head to get the thoughts out of his cranium. But before he had the chance to do anything Parcel heard the other guy speak first.
Parcel could feel is face constrict into a painful expression at the question. Not because of the question in itself, gosh no, but because the boy used Parcel’s full name. Parcel really hated that name, it was to long, and to ‘not normal’. Had his parents even thought about him when they named him that? Like, how could he ever travel to a muggle town with that name, he would be burned at the stake the moment they knew his name."Hey, Paracelsus. I think I grabbed the wrong plant, where did you get that one?"
“Pleas, just Parcel works fine… No really, anything is better than the full name.”
Having said what he first and foremost wanted to say, Parcel could finally start to digest the rest of the kids answer… And he should really remember the kids name, the professor had said it in the beginning, so he should be able to remember it. Yeah, it wasn’t to hard of a name, not like his own.
“Wait! Reides, what did you ask?... Wrong.. plant.”
Looking down at Reides, which of course was the kids name. Parcel wasn’t stupid enough to forget a name he had heard an hour before.
Looking down at Reides plant Parcel noticed the difference in that plant from his own. After all, he had been, or should have been, studying the same plant as Reides this whole time. It didn’t look to wrong, it was almost the same, but the color was off, and Reides plant was a lot more drooping, it was almost like it was… dead… Reides plant was dead.
Attempting to hold in a bit of laughter he tried to explain his hypothesis to Reides.
“Umm, Reides, did you pick that up from the floor or something? I got one from that table over there, and I think yours look pretty dead… Do you perhaps want help with setting up one that is, well, that is alive?”
Scratching the scar on his chin Parcel used his other hand to pointe at the table he picked up his plant from. It wasn’t more than a few meters behind them.
We'll all die one day, but all other days we won't
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23 Jun 2018, 09:34
From the Ground Up
NATURALLY, he was a quiet kid and he never really spoke out or volunteered himself to answer questions in class. If he could avoid talking to the kid who has been sitting beside him for almost the whole year, he would and it wasn't anything against his peers. Reid's main discomfort stemmed from his lack of knowledge, just in a general sense and that was especially apparent in Herbology. It wasn't that he didn't understand it, he's seen his mum tend to plants all the time in her garden. But he didn't understand or catch the instructions and information as quickly as the rest of his classmates.
IT stumped him many times and he's learned to adapt to it by often asking the others after class. But it wasn't as bad as the other classes, at least with Herbology, he could be tactile and learn by the hand. A flash of embarrassment tinged his cheeks, he couldn't blame him for wanting to just be called Parcel. The name was so long that even Reid thought that the Professor had pronounced it wrong the whole time, but it became easier on the mind as the year went on. An amused huff came from his lips, "Parcel, sorry about that, I remember that we worked with each other as Beaters in that game. But I apologize, I didn't know what else to call you mate."
HE pulled the stained gloves his hand and looked back at his plant with a closer observation. His forefinger gently tapped the side of the clay pot, eyeing the leaves of the plant. Did he already mess this up? The young Hufflepuff reveled in the hands-on exercises that they had been doing and quite frankly did well in it. But in this case, he didn't pay attention enough to apparently know the difference between a living plant and a dead plant. The boy ran a hand through his hair, letting out a slight groan escaped him as he slightly digs his hand in to look at the gnarled roots. A little discolored and already past the point of return, the young boy placed it back into the soil.
REID sighed and patted the dirt down as he pressed his tongue to his cheek. "You're right though, I swore I picked up the right one." Firmly, Reid grasped the pot and moved it elsewhere to grab himself a new one. Then he walked over to the spot that Parcel had pointed out and took one of the more livelier bunches. "Actually ..." Instead of returning to his old spot, the young student took the empty spot beside Parcel with just enough elbow room for the both of them. "Yes, could you help me with setting this up? I don't think I heard Professor Wright correctly." he requested rather apologetically.
IT took a lot for him to ask for help, Reid expected more from himself after all. Independence was one of his core foundations as a young child, he's rarely had to rely on someone to help. It wasn't that he didn't exactly trust someone, perhaps it was a matter of vain pride on his end. But Parcel seemed nice enough to not mock him for it, which was sometimes a response he experienced. Plus he experienced who he was with their impromptu game of Quidditch, having already worked with him eased his worries.
REID sighed and patted the dirt down as he pressed his tongue to his cheek. "You're right though, I swore I picked up the right one." Firmly, Reid grasped the pot and moved it elsewhere to grab himself a new one. Then he walked over to the spot that Parcel had pointed out and took one of the more livelier bunches. "Actually ..." Instead of returning to his old spot, the young student took the empty spot beside Parcel with just enough elbow room for the both of them. "Yes, could you help me with setting this up? I don't think I heard Professor Wright correctly." he requested rather apologetically.
IT took a lot for him to ask for help, Reid expected more from himself after all. Independence was one of his core foundations as a young child, he's rarely had to rely on someone to help. It wasn't that he didn't exactly trust someone, perhaps it was a matter of vain pride on his end. But Parcel seemed nice enough to not mock him for it, which was sometimes a response he experienced. Plus he experienced who he was with their impromptu game of Quidditch, having already worked with him eased his worries.
"Trouble usually finds me."