Post by Mlle Bienvenu on Jan 8, 2004 22:09:07 GMT -5
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REX TREMENDAE / GREAT KING
Rex tremendae maiestatis, / King of awesome majesty,
qui salvandos salvas gratis, / who grants salvation to those that are to be saved,
salva me, fons pietatis. / save me, o fount of Pity.
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"You wanted to see me, Professor?" Hermione peeked her head inside Snape's office, she was hoping she hadn't caught him at a bad time.
"Yes, Miss Granger, come in." Snape ducked down to pull out a paper from a file drawer. It was Hermione's report on the properties of Mimbulus Mimbletonia. He laid it flat on the desk. Hermione nervously glanced at the paper and took a seat. It was full of red correcting ink.
"I wanted to talk about your report. This paper is not at all up to you usual standards," He began, flipping to towards the end of the report, "Look at the sources you've listed." He pointed to one of them, "'1001 Magical Herbs and Fungi' Are you a first year, Miss Granger?"
"No sir," She sank lower into her chair. Hermione's face was bright pink, she wasn't used to being berated over the quality of her reports.
"Then why would you use such a cursory text?"
"Well, actualy that particular source I used to get an overview of the plant, to give me ideas on where I might look for further, more specific information."
"I see. How about this one." He pointed to 'The Care and Feeding of Exotic Magical Plants' by Seymour Krelborn.
"Professor Sprout recommended it."
"Professor Sprout is not interested in the science of potionsmaking."
"I've heard they go hand in hand."
"The fact remains that you haven't looked hard enough. You didn't use the resources available to you effectively."
"I'm sorry professor..." She said fretfully, "I ... I know it's no excuse, but I've had a lot on my mind."
"Yes... well, to show that I am not completely without empathy to your loss, I've decided I won't give you a poor mark," Snape handed the roll of parchment to her, "I'm going to allow you a do over. You have three weeks to write this report over. I hope that you will do better this time."
"Thank you, professor!" She would have never have expected this sudden generosity from Snape, "I'll get started right away." She almost tripped over the chair in her excitment to leave the room.
A minute or so later, Hermione knocked on the doorframe of Snape's office door, "Umm.... excuse me, Professor Snape?"
"Yes Miss Granger?"
"May I please have a pass to the restricted section... for my report."
"Certainly, you may." He signed a permission slip which was already sitting nearby and handed it to her.
"Thank you, sir."
"Good luck, Miss Granger."
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Hermione stopped back at the seventh year girls dorms, she needed her notebook. She went over to the large pile of notebooks that sprawled across her bed. In preparation for her NEWT's, she had gathered up all of her notes from the previous six years, but they all had been haphazardly thrown onto her bed when Neville came running into the common room to tell them Dumbledore was going to the Dursley's.
She searched for her most recent notebook, shoving the others aside, they promptly slipped off of her bed and all over the floor. scraps that were marking important pages flew all over the floor.
"Oh no!" She quickly tried to put them back again, but there were too many. Finally she gave up and gathered the notebooks to her, but something caught her eye.
"Bottle fame, brew glory, stopper death..." It was her potions notebook from first year, "hmm...." She took the notebook along with her and headed for the library.
By the time she got to the library, she had an idea of what she was looking for; Snape had obviously meant for her to find more applications of the Mimbulus Mimbletonia. She had mostly kept to the theoretical aspect of the cactus' magical properties, and did not bother listing actual potions and incidences of use. She decided first to look under herbology in the restricted section. "Poisonous Plants and How to Use Them to Your Advantage." "Gardening for Goblins." "Protect Yourself Against Hedgehounds and Other Class XXX Garden Pests." "Devil's Snare and You"...
She thumbed through some of these titles and a few more, but none seemed to contain information she hadn't already found out on Mimbulus Mimbltonia. She tried a different angle.
"Potions.....potions......fame.... glory....poisons...." Her hand brushed the bookshelf. 'Potions for Gaining Power', 'Not So Ethical Potions through the Ages'. 'Begining Necromancy: Potions and the Power to Call on the Dead' 'Potiones for a Bettermente of Statione' 'Deadly plant-based Poisons'
She took out the last book, but there was nothing on Mimbulus Mimbletonia. She went for the one next to it, 'Potiones for a Bettermente of Statione' It contained all sorts of fascinating potions that did everything from making you temporarily beautiful, to something like a liquid form of Imperius.
She thumbed to the index, "Mimbulus Mimbletonia...mim...mim..." Suddenly several heavy books came crashing down on her head.
"Ow!"
Draco ran around the corner to help pick up the books he'd knocked off the shelf from the other side, "Oh dear, I thought I could reach it, must've lost my balence." he smirked,
"Right."
"What're you doing Granger?" He glanced at the shelf again, "Looking for a potion to bring Potter back to life? That can get rather messy you know. And usually you'd need a body."
"You would know, Malfoy."
"Hey, just trying to be a helpful." He smirked, "Of course," He said in a mock confidential tone, "According to the Ministry, Potter isn't even dead. So you don't have to worry. He'll be back, right as rain."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "If you believe that, you'll believe anything."
"Oh I don't believe it. I've seen him myself." Hermione's heart gave a little leap but then plummeted back down to where it was again, remembering who was talking, "So what are you doing in the restricted section Granger?"
"I could ask you the same question, Malfoy."
"Oh but I asked first."
"Okay then, I've got nothing to hide. I'm looking for more information on the Mimbulus Mimbletonia, for Professor Snape's essay." She flashed her permission slip at him.
Malfoy wrinkled his nose, "Wasn't that due a week ago? I do believe you're losing your touch."
"I can only imagine what you're here for," She smirked back.
REX TREMENDAE / GREAT KING
Rex tremendae maiestatis, / King of awesome majesty,
qui salvandos salvas gratis, / who grants salvation to those that are to be saved,
salva me, fons pietatis. / save me, o fount of Pity.
========================================================
"You wanted to see me, Professor?" Hermione peeked her head inside Snape's office, she was hoping she hadn't caught him at a bad time.
"Yes, Miss Granger, come in." Snape ducked down to pull out a paper from a file drawer. It was Hermione's report on the properties of Mimbulus Mimbletonia. He laid it flat on the desk. Hermione nervously glanced at the paper and took a seat. It was full of red correcting ink.
"I wanted to talk about your report. This paper is not at all up to you usual standards," He began, flipping to towards the end of the report, "Look at the sources you've listed." He pointed to one of them, "'1001 Magical Herbs and Fungi' Are you a first year, Miss Granger?"
"No sir," She sank lower into her chair. Hermione's face was bright pink, she wasn't used to being berated over the quality of her reports.
"Then why would you use such a cursory text?"
"Well, actualy that particular source I used to get an overview of the plant, to give me ideas on where I might look for further, more specific information."
"I see. How about this one." He pointed to 'The Care and Feeding of Exotic Magical Plants' by Seymour Krelborn.
"Professor Sprout recommended it."
"Professor Sprout is not interested in the science of potionsmaking."
"I've heard they go hand in hand."
"The fact remains that you haven't looked hard enough. You didn't use the resources available to you effectively."
"I'm sorry professor..." She said fretfully, "I ... I know it's no excuse, but I've had a lot on my mind."
"Yes... well, to show that I am not completely without empathy to your loss, I've decided I won't give you a poor mark," Snape handed the roll of parchment to her, "I'm going to allow you a do over. You have three weeks to write this report over. I hope that you will do better this time."
"Thank you, professor!" She would have never have expected this sudden generosity from Snape, "I'll get started right away." She almost tripped over the chair in her excitment to leave the room.
A minute or so later, Hermione knocked on the doorframe of Snape's office door, "Umm.... excuse me, Professor Snape?"
"Yes Miss Granger?"
"May I please have a pass to the restricted section... for my report."
"Certainly, you may." He signed a permission slip which was already sitting nearby and handed it to her.
"Thank you, sir."
"Good luck, Miss Granger."
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Hermione stopped back at the seventh year girls dorms, she needed her notebook. She went over to the large pile of notebooks that sprawled across her bed. In preparation for her NEWT's, she had gathered up all of her notes from the previous six years, but they all had been haphazardly thrown onto her bed when Neville came running into the common room to tell them Dumbledore was going to the Dursley's.
She searched for her most recent notebook, shoving the others aside, they promptly slipped off of her bed and all over the floor. scraps that were marking important pages flew all over the floor.
"Oh no!" She quickly tried to put them back again, but there were too many. Finally she gave up and gathered the notebooks to her, but something caught her eye.
"Bottle fame, brew glory, stopper death..." It was her potions notebook from first year, "hmm...." She took the notebook along with her and headed for the library.
By the time she got to the library, she had an idea of what she was looking for; Snape had obviously meant for her to find more applications of the Mimbulus Mimbletonia. She had mostly kept to the theoretical aspect of the cactus' magical properties, and did not bother listing actual potions and incidences of use. She decided first to look under herbology in the restricted section. "Poisonous Plants and How to Use Them to Your Advantage." "Gardening for Goblins." "Protect Yourself Against Hedgehounds and Other Class XXX Garden Pests." "Devil's Snare and You"...
She thumbed through some of these titles and a few more, but none seemed to contain information she hadn't already found out on Mimbulus Mimbltonia. She tried a different angle.
"Potions.....potions......fame.... glory....poisons...." Her hand brushed the bookshelf. 'Potions for Gaining Power', 'Not So Ethical Potions through the Ages'. 'Begining Necromancy: Potions and the Power to Call on the Dead' 'Potiones for a Bettermente of Statione' 'Deadly plant-based Poisons'
She took out the last book, but there was nothing on Mimbulus Mimbletonia. She went for the one next to it, 'Potiones for a Bettermente of Statione' It contained all sorts of fascinating potions that did everything from making you temporarily beautiful, to something like a liquid form of Imperius.
She thumbed to the index, "Mimbulus Mimbletonia...mim...mim..." Suddenly several heavy books came crashing down on her head.
"Ow!"
Draco ran around the corner to help pick up the books he'd knocked off the shelf from the other side, "Oh dear, I thought I could reach it, must've lost my balence." he smirked,
"Right."
"What're you doing Granger?" He glanced at the shelf again, "Looking for a potion to bring Potter back to life? That can get rather messy you know. And usually you'd need a body."
"You would know, Malfoy."
"Hey, just trying to be a helpful." He smirked, "Of course," He said in a mock confidential tone, "According to the Ministry, Potter isn't even dead. So you don't have to worry. He'll be back, right as rain."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "If you believe that, you'll believe anything."
"Oh I don't believe it. I've seen him myself." Hermione's heart gave a little leap but then plummeted back down to where it was again, remembering who was talking, "So what are you doing in the restricted section Granger?"
"I could ask you the same question, Malfoy."
"Oh but I asked first."
"Okay then, I've got nothing to hide. I'm looking for more information on the Mimbulus Mimbletonia, for Professor Snape's essay." She flashed her permission slip at him.
Malfoy wrinkled his nose, "Wasn't that due a week ago? I do believe you're losing your touch."
"I can only imagine what you're here for," She smirked back.
