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Post by Grace Babineaux on Oct 20, 2019 12:38:47 GMT 10
She wished she could still be duelling, but finding these ingredients was pretty important, too. Grace had, luckily, three jars in her bag. She wasn't sure if Gerald had any, but she knew she'd need them. Didn't want the honey gumming up her bag. Gross, though Marcia would be happy. Now, she was looking at tree trunks. "I had fun, y'know. Dueling. It was actually pretty cool." she looked around, hoping to find a beehive. "Imagine how scary it would be to duel against a Slytherin, or that mean girl by the staff room." Grace knew that Nyx wasn't always by the staff room, but that was where she was most familiar with her. She hoped that there wouldn't be too many bees near the honey, though she knew there had to be at least some.
Last Edit: Oct 25, 2019 9:29:58 GMT 10 by Grace Babineaux: just realized i'd forgotten the number! sorry about that.
He was excited, he was this close to getting all he needed for that potion, and hopefully after this little expedition, he'd have it all.
"It was fun, actually. Hopefully we can do that again later." He had no idea who Grace was talking about, but she did seem excited too. "So where are we looking for Honey?"
Post by Grace Babineaux on Oct 20, 2019 13:24:25 GMT 10
"The ingredients guide Professor Snape gave us said somewhere on this path." Grace said, then pondered. She hadn't brought the scroll with her, but she was pretty sure the path leading to the Forbidden Forest, where they'd caught a glimpse of that strange figure, was where the honey would be. "Beehives, too, right? On trees, probably."
The path itself was still rather soaked from the recent rain, which had luckily ended by the time they'd left the castle. Nearby trees didn't look like the sort that beehives might be drawn to, so the first years would need to divert a bit from the path and go deeper, paying closer attention to tall trees with more branches.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Oct 21, 2019 1:57:35 GMT 10
"Hm. None here. We should probably go further out." Grace said to Gerald, looking around at the treetops. She hoped she would spot a beehive soon, worried that it might start raining again, and she didn't have a rain jacket, or any knowledge of spells that would keep her dry should the skies try to open up. She walked deeper into the trees, both hoping the search would be easier and that, if it did rain, the trees' many branches would allow her and Gerald to remain more dry.
They heard them first. There was a soft buzzing from somewhere overhead the further they walked off the path, though with many trees around it wasn't easy to spot which one had a beehive - or if they'd been so fortunate as to find more than one. They'd need to figure out how to check the trees without it turning into a long, difficult process of elimination.
"Hey, what do bees like nearby?" He said to her as they went off the path. If they could figure out how to identify where a beehive was, they could get the honey quickly. Gerald knew bears liked honey, but they didn't have one, unfortunately.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Oct 21, 2019 20:47:39 GMT 10
"Something sweet, maybe? I know they buzz, but if they're that high up it won't be easy to tell which tree it's coming from." Grace looked up, hoping to spot a hive by chance. "My cousin used to give them sugar water."
Post by Grace Babineaux on Oct 22, 2019 10:42:18 GMT 10
Grace tried to climb the nearest tree, hoping she'd be able to spot a beehive from a higher point of view. She was a little scared of falling and dying, so she didn't go any higher than she could jump on a really big trampoline, which she was even scared of at times. She hoped that there wouldn't be any beehives on the tree she was climbing at the moment.
"D'ya see anything by that tree, Gerald?" she called down from where she was. She wished she wasn't a Gryffindor so she didn't have to be calm while doing stuff like this. She remembered they would have Flying lessons this afternoon and cringed to herself.
From Grace's viewpoint, she was able to spot two nearby trees had beehives quite high up. Unlike her, it seemed the bees preferred the height. It would certainly be a risky task, not only climbing high and harassing some hives, but somehow also scooping honey into jars. Each hive could easily fill two jars.
As if the situation wasn't both lucky and unfortunate enough, Grace noticed buzzing rather close. If she turned a little, she'd see a hive right near her head - not as high as the others, yet also able to provide enough honey to fill two jars. Those bees had spotted her, and one made angry noises as it flew near her face. She was too close to the hive for them to be anything but suspicious of her intentions.
Post by Grace Babineaux on Oct 23, 2019 20:58:13 GMT 10
"I see some!" Grace yelled over to Gerald cheerfully, then squeaked as a bee flew right at her face. A hive! Right next to her. Well, might as well collect some honey while she was up there. She reached into her bag and pulled out a jar, trying to scoop some honey into the jar. "Over by those trees!" she pointed at them, hoping Gerald would get the message.
Hospital wing, hospital wing, hospital wing was what she was thinking as she collected the honey. A few bee stings wouldn't be so bad, right?
Grace managed to fill one jar without too much trouble, except for the increase of angry buzzing nearby. Just as she'd managed to put the jar away, a bee reacted by stinging her other hand. Nothing that would cause her to drop the jar, thankfully, but enough that it would hurt and leave a red bump.
Bees buzzed louder in warning, though there was enough honey for her to fill one more jar in that tree. If she was willing to enduring the painful stings, of course.
Looking up at her, he saw the Trees she pointed too, and ran over, slowly climbing up. This didn't seem that bad, but hopefully, the bees weren't mean.
Once he got close enough, he went to fill his jars as quickly as possible. He hated bees.
Gerald had an easier time filling his jar of honey than Grace had, likely because they weren't too aware of his presence yet. A few buzzed nearby as they came and went, so there was no doubt that the longer he was there then the more likely they'd realise his intentions. For now, they weren't too bothered and he might be lucky enough to fill another jar before they decided to get defensive.
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