My Greenhouse My Rules

There are seven greenhouses located on the Hogwarts grounds. Each one holds many magical plants, some of which may be rare or dangerous. Herbology classes are located in the greenhouses.

My Greenhouse My Rules

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June 10th, 2014, 2:51 pm #1



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January 6th, 2015, 7:33 am #2



He's not quite sure what brought him there. How his little walk across the grounds had brought him to the greenhouse. He'd stepped outside on the brisk Spring day with the intention to hide away and grab a smoke, as he tended to do. But it had been sunny and beautiful and he could still faintly smell Mariela's perfume one his jacket when the breeze caught it just so. It had been maybe two weeks since the last time he was home and the moon was gaining on them faster than he would have liked.

And it was in that little headspace, those quiet moments that filled his mind with thoughts of home that he noticed the greenhouse down the path. It was on instinct, as though fate had decided to give him a little taste of home, that he decided to head that way. Wanted to just poke his head in for a moment to lose himself in the familiar thick air and floral scents. He missed it, really he did. Even if he had been shit with herbology when he was in school, he had developed a certain appreciation for the care of plants from years of following Mariela around her greenhouse. He still didn't have much of a green thumb himself, but he certainly had an appreciation for how calming it could be to take care of plants. He had his guitar, Mariela had her plants. It worked well. He could spend hours sitting around and listening to her explain each plant to him and what it did, how it could be used, and how difficult it was to take care of.

It was pathetic of him to be so desperate to get a small taste of home. Just sad that he couldn't get his mind off her and all those things she liked. He should be heading back inside, getting up to his office and grading those last few papers that were still left over from the term. Yet here he was, narrowly avoiding running into a student that was speeding out of the greenhouse. The boy apologized profusely and Rigby chuckled, giving him a pat on the back. "No harm done. You best get working on your Runes final paper. Don't forget, I expect at least ten pages." The boy grumbled something and he grinned all the more, not bothering to ask what his hurry was as he slipped inside the greenhouse.

Instantly his senses were consumed by that familiar feeling. The almost sweet, earthy smell and the warm humid air. He just wanted to sit here, gather his thoughts and get himself back into the right headspace to actually do his damn job.

That was when he heard her. The sharp, accusing voice from the other side of the greenhouse scolding him to get back to class. Shit, how had he not realized someone was probably in here? It should have been obvious from the way that student had been speeding out of here. Biting his lip, he shyly looked in the direction that the voice had come from.

Annabelle Carlo stood across the room watering her plants. She was dedicated to her craft, that was certain. Rigby wasn't entirely sure he had ever said more than a few words to his fellow professor. Hadn't ever had much reason to, truth be told. There was a part of him that was tempted to slip out back through the door before she noticed him, before he had to explain how he had just happened to stumble into the greenhouse. But that would just be awkward, wouldn't it? Slipping into the greenhouse, realizing someone was there and leaving just as quickly. There would be no way to avoid answering her eventually.

Grinning a bit shyly, he scratched the back of his neck and took a few steps toward her. "It's my day off, actually." Chuckling at his own joke, he did his best to avoid bumping into any plants as he came a bit closer. "Sorry to interrupt, I...er...I was just out for a walk. Realized it had been a long time since I'd been in here and got a bit nostalgic. Funny how that happens sometimes."

Merlin, he was bad at this. Small talk had never really been his area of expertise and he could feel his face getting hot with embarrassment. He just hoped she wouldn't mind him interrupting her while she was taking care of her plants.
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January 7th, 2015, 3:22 am #3



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January 25th, 2015, 3:44 am #4



Talkative one, wasn't she? Talkative and busy and English to the core. Rigby liked her the moment she opened her mouth. Watched the way she bustled about the greenhouse and chattered about how lovely days off were as she watered her plants. He was compelled to offer to leave, knowing that her work was more important than socializing. However, she assured him that she didn't mind his presence before the offer could even reach his lips. Even offered him some tea.

Oh yes, she was very English.

He gave her a friendly smile and nodded graciously. "Tea sounds fantastic. I would love some, if it isn't too much trouble. Don't want to interrupt your work, though. Sorry if I did." If living with a herbologist for nearly a decade had taught him anything, it was that time spent with the plants was sacred. Caring for them and making sure they were growing up healthy. They were like children, each of them. He could only imagine that the herbology professor took as much pride and care in the raising of her plants.

Despite his hesitation to stick around, Annabelle seemed to enjoy having someone to talk to and he was more than happy to keep her company. With finals week approaching, most of the professors were too busy with their own work for any socializing. Truth be told, he probably should have been in his office grading papers of preparing a few final lectures for the term. He was no good at planning, though. His teaching style generally consisted of finding the topic he meant to talk about on a given day and rambling about it for most of the class period. So much of his time and effort had been thrown into the study of runes over the past decade that he hardly needed to make notes about his topics. Sometimes more complicated rune patterns would require him to jot down a few ideas of how to make the topic accessible to his students, but once he knew where he was going with a lesson he could go for hours. Unorthodox, yes, but it worked and the kids seemed to enjoy it.

When she asked him about his thoughts on asking for an extra greenhouse he genuinely considered the question before responding. He knew plants well enough, knew how important it was for them to have room to grow. Another greenhouse certainly wouldn't hurt, especially if it made teaching easier. "I think the extra greenhouse is definitely worth asking about. You could probably use a couple. Certainly would be easier to organize the plants and spread them out, wouldn't it? I'd ask Minerva, I'm sure she would be more than willing to give you permission."



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January 26th, 2015, 3:04 am #5



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March 7th, 2015, 6:38 am #6



He can't help smiling at the way she is so quick to assure him that she likes his company. Even praises his intelligence when he gives her a bit of advice about asking for another greenhouse. "I'm happy to keep you company any time you like. I like it here. Especially if you're going to keep complimenting my intelligence." He chuckles a bit and nods when she says that she's going to go get tea. Laughs even harder when she yells over her shoulder at him to not touch her plants. No worries there, he knows better than to so much as think about touching plants without proper care instruction. And even then he hesitates because he really has the exact opposite of a green thumb. "I'll just wait here then. Won't even look at your plants."

And because he's a man of his word, he decidedly stares at his shoes as he waits for her to return.

The longer he's in the greenhouse, the more at home he starts to feel. It's amusing because this is nothing like the greenhouse at home. It is geared more at teaching than growing bulk supply for potion makers. And yet, it was so much the same. The atmosphere was familiar, the air smelled sweet and earthy, and the hot moist air held him tight and cleared his mind bit by bit each time if filled his lungs. It focused him, made all of those problems that had been clouding his thoughts seem to get smaller, almost disappear completely. Yes, this was exactly what he needed and the delightful English woman that cared for it all was a pleasant addition. A bit of company to keep him from getting too lost in his own head was always welcome.

Eventually she returned carrying a tray of tea that she sat on one of the garden tables. A few pots were transformed into seats and he couldn't help nodding approvingly. Took the offered seat and watched her pour hot water into cups as she assured him that he was always welcome to visit. That she would even send a few plants to his office if they would make him feel a bit more at home. "Merlin, you think of everything. You even brought cookies." A smile consumes his face and he looks over the selection of tea. Decides on a nice breakfast tea and puts the teabag in the cup to steep. "Just a bit of sugar would be wonderful with this, thanks."

It occurs to him that she had picked up on his comment about feeling a bit nostalgic, which is why she had offered to send some plants his way. Biting the inside of his cheek, he tries to decide how bets to approach the subject. Eventually decides on the truth, despite the little voice in his head that always reminded him how terrible an idea it was to bring up Mariela in conversation. "This reminds me of home. The greenhouse, that is." He stares at the quickly darkening cup of liquid and tries to think of how best to phrase what he is trying to say. "I, er, I'm not great with plants, to tell the truth. Certainly not skilled enough to take care of a whole greenhouse myself. But I've, uh, got a friend that is really dedicated to herbology. Being here sort of reminds me of her." There's a chuckle in his throat, a little dark and self-depricating. "That sounds wicked pathetic, doesn't it? I'm sorry."

Merlin, he's turned into a sappy old man. First he couldn't take his mind off of home when he went out with Fitz and now this. Trying not to look as miserably embarrassed as he felt, he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. Tried to think of something to say that would make him feel like less of an idiot and finally managed, "If you have any incredibly low maintenance plants I would probably be alright at taking care of that. Like a cactus, I'm really familiar with those." And then let out a weak laugh because he felt he'd only dug himself a deeper hole to wallow in.
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