` class '|| fourth years & fifth years, all houses

[Professor Buckley]

how can i decide what's right
when you're clouding up my mind
can't win, you're losing fight
all the time

Buckley stood at the back of the greenhouse, leaning against the door-frame with his arms crossed. He grinned, surveying his new class of fourth and fifth years. They seemed like an alright bunch of kids. He didn't sniff out much potential in them, but hey. They would probably prove him wrong sooner or later. He nodded at the newcomer who had just straddled in late. Poor kid, he thought to himself. He grinned and shook his head wearily, beginning his walk to the dirt covered desk at the front of the greenhouse. "Alright, alright. You can all be quiet now." he raised an eyebrow at his new class. Some of them stared at him out of pure fear. He sighed.

"Well, as you probably know, I'm Professor Buckley. I teach Herbology. I like long walks in the rain and pina coladas.. No, I'm just kidding. But I do like getting my hands dirty in the greenhouse."

[/size] he grinned. No one really laughed. Maybe that song was too old for them to recognize. A sigh escaped his lips once more. "Right, well, you lot look terrified, so I guess I'll stop talking about myself and tell you about today's class."[/size]

He supressed a chagrin on his face, staring down at the bunch of kids infront of him. He was torn about what to teach them today. He surveyed them once more and decided that he would start them out easy. "So, can anyone tell me the other name for Wolfsbane?"[/size] he asked. Hopefully someone would know the answer..[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/center][/blockquote]

[Haseo Takemura]

Not seeing anyone else raise there hand, so Haseo raised his hand and said "I believe its called monkshood sir." Whispering to his neighbor he said "If this is as hard as it gets then we are in the clear."

[Professor Buckley]

how can i decide what's right
when you're clouding up my mind
can't win, you're losing fight
all the time


Ian nodded in the young Ravenclaw's direction. He laughed. "Very good sir, that's another name for it. It's also sometimes called aconite. 5 points for Ravenclaw."

He said to the rest of the class in his thick, Scottish accent. He crossed his arms and surveyed them all. "Alrighty, well, seeing as today is your first lesson, and by the looks of it you guys don't really look up to much, you're gonna draw the plants in front of you."[/size] Professor Buckley was well known for his unusual practices in the classroom.

He turned his back to the class, whipped out his wand and simply said "Accio.", pointing his wand at the plants inside pots. All 20 of them rose and landed on the desk infront of him. "Right, now if you could all come up and collect your plants. I trust you have your sketch pads on you?"[/size] he waited for an answer. "Well, I have some here if you need spares."[/size] he sighed. "Get to it."[/size].
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