Post by pinkie on Nov 28, 2007 7:17:31 GMT -5
Because of Sprinks 'gentle' nudge: here goes nothing!
Teaching at its best
Neville Longbottom was having the time of his life in Greenhouse #2. He was replanting and feeling very much alive. He was aware that he wasn’t any good at Potions and that Transfiguration really wasn’t his strong point, no matter how patient Professor McGonagall was.
He loved the greenhouses with its exotic plants and flowers. There were birds that lived of the nectar of nightblooming orchids and special cactuses that had could mend cuts.
Today Professor Sprout had told the class about a plant that could cure people affected by the Cruciatus curse.
After class – the last of the day – Neville had volunteered to help clean up and he had swept the floors and cleaned the table. His eyes kept wandering to the ‘epimedium’*.
Pomona had watched Neville closely during her lesson and now after she saw how fascinated he was by the plant.
She knew why he was focused. She knew about Alice and Frank. They had been friends, they had been in the Order together. How was she going to tell Neville that the powers of the plant weren’t enough to make his parents better. That there was no plant in her knowledge that could.
“Neville!” Pomona called the boy.
“Yes Professor?” the boy said, eagerly.
“You know that the ‘epimedium’ can’t help your parents, Neville.” Pomona said it seriously, talking to Neville as an equal.
Neville hung his head.
“Plants can’t help them. Still, they may be able to help you. You really have feeling for this subject. I am very proud of you.” Pomona smiled.
“Really, Professor?” he asked, unsure.
“Really. Now, off you go – see you tomorrow.”
Her smile lingered as she watched the boy get back to the castle. Some days she just knew she was doing something right.
(in Dutch: elfenbloem: fairyflower).
Teaching at its best
Neville Longbottom was having the time of his life in Greenhouse #2. He was replanting and feeling very much alive. He was aware that he wasn’t any good at Potions and that Transfiguration really wasn’t his strong point, no matter how patient Professor McGonagall was.
He loved the greenhouses with its exotic plants and flowers. There were birds that lived of the nectar of nightblooming orchids and special cactuses that had could mend cuts.
Today Professor Sprout had told the class about a plant that could cure people affected by the Cruciatus curse.
After class – the last of the day – Neville had volunteered to help clean up and he had swept the floors and cleaned the table. His eyes kept wandering to the ‘epimedium’*.
Pomona had watched Neville closely during her lesson and now after she saw how fascinated he was by the plant.
She knew why he was focused. She knew about Alice and Frank. They had been friends, they had been in the Order together. How was she going to tell Neville that the powers of the plant weren’t enough to make his parents better. That there was no plant in her knowledge that could.
“Neville!” Pomona called the boy.
“Yes Professor?” the boy said, eagerly.
“You know that the ‘epimedium’ can’t help your parents, Neville.” Pomona said it seriously, talking to Neville as an equal.
Neville hung his head.
“Plants can’t help them. Still, they may be able to help you. You really have feeling for this subject. I am very proud of you.” Pomona smiled.
“Really, Professor?” he asked, unsure.
“Really. Now, off you go – see you tomorrow.”
Her smile lingered as she watched the boy get back to the castle. Some days she just knew she was doing something right.
(in Dutch: elfenbloem: fairyflower).
