Myffi
That would be Latin
Mon Oct 23, 2017 07:41
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“Yes, actual sugar,” Myffi replied through a chuckle. Ruben was probably one of the masses who didn’t give any through to where his food came from, like sugar just existed rather than being grown and harvested from beet or cane. Well that just underlined the need for an organic agricultural club at school, to educate the students about what they put into their bodies. The fact that Ruben had actually confessed to learning something bolstered Myffi that her first meeting was already a success, which was a very promising start. “Also molasses. And rum.” Not that she intended to use sugar beet for any of these things, just as a vegetable in its own right, and to prove to herself (if nobody else) that sugar beet could be grown organically in Colorado … albeit in a magic school underground with artificial weather conditions.

“Alright. It’s your garden,” Ruben said, and Myffi felt the need to correct him, yet again. It seemed like she was having to do that a lot.

“It’s our garden,” she said. “I’m just the voice of reason,” she mocked him a little, because she was pretty sure by now he had been mocking her gently right from the start, and so it was only fair. Of course if she was overruled by staff and students then she would completely concede to growing whatever was in demand, including tobacco, although she really couldn’t imagine that actually happening. She would compile everyone’s ideas at the end of the meeting and draw up a list of the most popular and most practical, and if they couldn’t grow it all, she’d eliminate those near the bottom of the lists. They did have a fair amount of space though, so she hoped they’d be able to have at least a couple of each type of plant suggested. Maybe next year they could rotate crops, or plant more of the most successful plants. She kept getting ahead of herself.

“You can call me Myffi,” she smiled up at the sixth year who apparently hadn’t even known her name even though they had been in some classes together and her name had literally been on the posters around the school, which she assumed he must have read because he was here in the first place. “I know you’re Ruben,” she added, not especially bothered that she knew his name when he didn’t know hers; it only proved she was more observant (and also friends with Heather). She folded her arms over her green-jumper-clad chest. “Unfortunately your reputation precedes you.”

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    • That would be Latin - Myffi, Mon Oct 23 07:41
      • Sure, if you say so - Ruben, Wed Oct 25 22:26
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        • I'm smart, you're dumb - Myffi, Sat Oct 28 15:22
          Ruden didn’t seem at all bothered that she called him on her reputation. In fact he seemed sort of proud of it to be honest. This time he was definitely mocking her when he folded his arms too. Myffi ... more
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