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Post by Beckett Reed on May 3, 2024 17:54:46 GMT -8
Beckett should have been doing other, and probably better, things to do on a Friday night than be in the gardens. The Ravenclaw could have been joining in a makeshift Quidditch or football game, not that he particularly followed the professional broomed sport. It was fun to play every and then, until he got hit with a bludger. The Ravenclaw, instead, was watching a Streeler destroy a path of plants as it crawled through, watching as it's shell turned color once an hour. He had been drawing the magical snail, watching the poison slime kill the vegetation in its path.
The colors had only changed once from blue to purple, wondering if there was a pattern to the colors with this creature. He noted it's slow pace, what plants it traversed through, and how many spikes were on the shell that he carefully avoided to not be poisoned. Beck was deeply entranced by the small creature that he barely looked up when he heard the door to the green house open, exiting into the gardens. "Hey, Juniper," he called out, briefly greeting his classmate before turning his gaze back to the snail.
Juniper Harlow
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Post by Juniper Harlow on May 5, 2024 17:27:51 GMT -8
It was a beautiful, soft day outside, the wind whipping lazily through her hair as Junie made her way over the grounds, humming to herself as she walked. Spring was one of her favorite seasons, or late spring, really, early summer, though she did love autumn, too. She thought that was likely because of the proximity to Halloween and her birthday, though, which in combination made the season seem that much better. Late spring was nice, though, as a showing of the warmth to come, far less muddy, still good or the plants, the creatures slowly starting to flourish and pop their heads out once more now that the last bite from the air had gone.
Juniper supposed she was much like one of those creatures, venturing outside after the bite of the cold had vanished, her shows swinging in her hand, her feet in the newly plush grass. Feet in snow just wasn’t nearly as satisfying and in fact, felt awfully painful if she paid too much attention to it. The gardens seemed to be drawing her in, and Junie wasn’t one to not follow a pull when it called to her, so she made her way through, drifting by until she happened upon one of her classmates. She gave him a soft smile though he likely didn’t see it as his attention was quickly drawn away. “Oh, hello, Beck. It’s warm out,” she said in response. She came up beside him, setting her bag down before squatting down, her eyes settling after a moment on what he was staring at. “You’re quite fond of him, aren’t you?”
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Post by Beckett Reed on May 8, 2024 17:04:12 GMT -8
It was warm out, the chill of early spring now gone. The rays of the sun warmed the ground and air, making his long sleeve shirt useless as it was now discarded to the side by his bookbag. "Yeah, it is," he replied, noting the time now that she entered, that the snail was going to change color soon. Beckett looked over at Juniper as she set down next to him, staring at the small creature. "How can't you," he replied excitedly. "It just kills all the vegetation in its path. And the spikes are poisonous. No one would suspect a snail like this would be venomous and make them sick." His eyes lit up at his explanation. "And you got here just in time. It's going to change colors soon. Any guesses," he asked, flicking his dark eyes between her and the snail.
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