Herbology Class 1
Jan 17, 2015 14:59:51 GMT
Post by Frankie Cobb on Jan 17, 2015 14:59:51 GMT
Frankie looked out over the greenhouse mildly disgusted with what he saw. Upon coming to Hogwarts, leaving his cousin to look after their shop during the weekdays Frankie was absolutely livid to find that since the last Herboology Professor had left, none of the plants had been properly cared for. Frankie had been left alone to revive, tame and uproot all manner of plant in the Greenhouse. Not that this required much skill seeing as their were near to none wild, venomous or really any scary plant which only enraged the young Professor even more. What the hell did this school expect Frankie to teach the students with?! Granted his own Herbology lessons at Hogwarts had been exceedingly dull, but Frankie was an actor, a man of the theater and the arts. Any class he would be teaching needed action, danger, drama!
This was not to be attained though for poor Frankie Cobb. At least with in the first month of school that is. Frankie with his personable demeanor and methods of persuasion was able to get some funds to invest back into the Herbology program. Within the next five weeks, far more exotic and terrifying plants would be on their way to Hogwarts for Frankie's class but also . . . some of his own personal experimenting. Frankie smirked at the thought, wondering if their were any students bright enough at Herbology but naive enough not to notice what he was actually making in the greenhouses that he could enlist their help. Assistants were always welcome.
As students began to arrive, Frankie perched himself back on his desk, on leg crossed over the other and looked upon the children with indifference as they took seats on the stools set alongside the long work benches were they would conduct their lessons.
On the board behind him 'Professor Cobb' was written in swirling cursive of harsh white chalk. That was all the information anyone needed for now in Frankie's opinion. He would wait till the bell rang signaling the beginning of class to start anything.
This was not to be attained though for poor Frankie Cobb. At least with in the first month of school that is. Frankie with his personable demeanor and methods of persuasion was able to get some funds to invest back into the Herbology program. Within the next five weeks, far more exotic and terrifying plants would be on their way to Hogwarts for Frankie's class but also . . . some of his own personal experimenting. Frankie smirked at the thought, wondering if their were any students bright enough at Herbology but naive enough not to notice what he was actually making in the greenhouses that he could enlist their help. Assistants were always welcome.
As students began to arrive, Frankie perched himself back on his desk, on leg crossed over the other and looked upon the children with indifference as they took seats on the stools set alongside the long work benches were they would conduct their lessons.
On the board behind him 'Professor Cobb' was written in swirling cursive of harsh white chalk. That was all the information anyone needed for now in Frankie's opinion. He would wait till the bell rang signaling the beginning of class to start anything.
