Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 21, 2018 1:39:22 GMT
With a sigh, Lovino sat back on his heels, brushing sweaty bangs back from his forehead. It's only been a few weeks into term, and the pressure of N.E.W.T.s was settling heavily on his shoulders. While all the classes he was taking were ones he actively enjoyed, or at least was skilled at, the coursework was much, much heavier than past years this early into the school year. With the daily letters from his parents--particularly the work his father in particular was sending, to make sure Lovino kept up with his patriarch training--his actual homework from his N.E.W.T classes, and the tutoring sessions Lovino had signed up for once again, Lovino wasn't sure how he was going to survive the year. There was a headache that had settled in the back of his head Lovino hadn't been able to shake off since the end of week one.
Not even his weekly Greenhouse duties calmed him like they usually did. The plants could tell, too; the non-magical, non-herb plants he'd been slowly nurturing since last winter looking almost sickly compared to the bright splashes of color and movement around the sweltering Greenhouse. Today, this blessed day off from classes, Lovino had sworn off all official duties he'd unofficially taken up in attempts to bolster up the small daisies he was trying to grow. Lovino wasn't used to having difficulties with his plants: they didn't mind if he ranted to them about his day the way some of the magical plants did, as talking and touching them helped the beautiful things bloom larger and more brightly than they might without it. However, he wondered if his negativity had soaked into the soil with a bit of uncontrolled magic--something Lovino hadn't struggled with in years--leaving the poor things wilting instead of flourishing. Today was the day Lovino would fix whatever ailments he could.
It's too bad he honestly couldn't figure out what was wrong.
"C'mon, the fuck's wrong with you?" Lovino cooed sweetly at the yellow-green stalk drooping down a few scant inches above their bed, gently prodding it with the side of his gloved finger. "You've got the best fertilizer I can give you, I know I'm not over-watering you, and there's enough light in here to blind a basilisk. There's enough magic to speed your goddamn growth. So what's your problem? Why aren't you growing for me?" Lovino shifted again, pulling one dirt-crusted dragonhide glove off with his teeth. "What do you want?" He asked around the finger of his glove, digging the tips of his freed fingers into the dirt, testing its dampness. "I've already bitched about D.A.D.A. and Charms--or this about Care of Magical Creatures? Are you jealous of them again?"
Most days, Lovino did prefer the plants that couldn't actively respond to him--because they generally got agitated if even one little thing wasn't perfect for their growth. He enjoyed learning the best ways to care for his plants on his own intuition, felt more accomplished when the giant dinner-plate blooms blossomed under his meticulous care. But he hated it when something was wrong, when the plants weren't growing well, and he couldn't just ask what the problem was.
"I know I was gone for a while, but the house elves promised they'd take care of you for me," Lovino continued blithely, after spitting out his glove. He hadn't even noticed the doors to the swelteringly hot Greenhouse opening, occupied as he was. "And you handled my visit home for Christmas just fine! So why are you being such little bitches now, huh? I already had to miss you bloom over summer break, can't you at least look pretty for me now?"
Not even his weekly Greenhouse duties calmed him like they usually did. The plants could tell, too; the non-magical, non-herb plants he'd been slowly nurturing since last winter looking almost sickly compared to the bright splashes of color and movement around the sweltering Greenhouse. Today, this blessed day off from classes, Lovino had sworn off all official duties he'd unofficially taken up in attempts to bolster up the small daisies he was trying to grow. Lovino wasn't used to having difficulties with his plants: they didn't mind if he ranted to them about his day the way some of the magical plants did, as talking and touching them helped the beautiful things bloom larger and more brightly than they might without it. However, he wondered if his negativity had soaked into the soil with a bit of uncontrolled magic--something Lovino hadn't struggled with in years--leaving the poor things wilting instead of flourishing. Today was the day Lovino would fix whatever ailments he could.
It's too bad he honestly couldn't figure out what was wrong.
"C'mon, the fuck's wrong with you?" Lovino cooed sweetly at the yellow-green stalk drooping down a few scant inches above their bed, gently prodding it with the side of his gloved finger. "You've got the best fertilizer I can give you, I know I'm not over-watering you, and there's enough light in here to blind a basilisk. There's enough magic to speed your goddamn growth. So what's your problem? Why aren't you growing for me?" Lovino shifted again, pulling one dirt-crusted dragonhide glove off with his teeth. "What do you want?" He asked around the finger of his glove, digging the tips of his freed fingers into the dirt, testing its dampness. "I've already bitched about D.A.D.A. and Charms--or this about Care of Magical Creatures? Are you jealous of them again?"
Most days, Lovino did prefer the plants that couldn't actively respond to him--because they generally got agitated if even one little thing wasn't perfect for their growth. He enjoyed learning the best ways to care for his plants on his own intuition, felt more accomplished when the giant dinner-plate blooms blossomed under his meticulous care. But he hated it when something was wrong, when the plants weren't growing well, and he couldn't just ask what the problem was.
"I know I was gone for a while, but the house elves promised they'd take care of you for me," Lovino continued blithely, after spitting out his glove. He hadn't even noticed the doors to the swelteringly hot Greenhouse opening, occupied as he was. "And you handled my visit home for Christmas just fine! So why are you being such little bitches now, huh? I already had to miss you bloom over summer break, can't you at least look pretty for me now?"
