viceofalice:
“so accio is off the list,” alice nods solemnly. her brain already rattling off any other ideas or spells that might work on a walking plant. if the summoning spell can do damage, is there any other minimal damage spell they can use to capture it? “i’ll think of something else!”
she listens to tilden’s description. her lips puckered as she tries to compile a profile of the walking plant inside her head. a fast, moving plant that grows in water. how very odd. “you sure do know a lot about this plant,” alice comments, “me, i go to herbology class and then leave with an empty head and a withering plant.”
when tilden suddenly takes off, alice startles, not expecting his speed. she immediately runs after him. “are you sure it’ll go to the lake?” she asks him, keeping up with his pace, “it could go to the great hall. there’s plenty water there. closer too.”
“or at the very least it’s a last resort,” he amends, knowing that he can always patch up the damage of an accio gone wrong. his brain wracks through a list of spells, coming up as empty. “yes, well, it’s something of a pet project. and well you know, three green thumbs and all. has to pay off by being good with plants if nothing else,” he rambles, used to the curiosity at his, admittedly intense, interest in herbology. “plus bartholomew, uh that’s the plant’s name, he’s something of a pet project. grew him from a seed and a few clippings and since his genus doesn’t normally grow here, everything has to be just right for this to succeed.” and for the interested client to pay out, though that goes unsaid.
he stops in his tracks as he considers that — how was he to know where the plant would go? there had to be a spell for this — a tracking spell, of course. but the only one he knew needed some element of the plants and all his clippings were in his notebook in the dorms. “accio,” he cast with a whip of his wand, letting out a relieved sigh when the notebook came racing his way. “i know a tracking spell but it might take two of us to follow it, it tends to be a little chaotic in nature,” he explains flipping through the pages before reach a page with flowers and twigs.
plucking up a twig with a leaf hanging off of it, he tucked the book into his bag and cast the spell. gold light surrounded them for a brief second before the twig started twitching with a life of its own and escaped their grasp. “alright, and now we play: follow that twig!” he yelled, taking off after the twig again even as it hesitated as if waiting for him to catch up.
