Subarctic Plant Fungus Invades the UK
A plant disease normally found in subarctic climates has been identified for the first time in the UK in buttercups as far south as Herefordshire.
Sclerotinia subarctica, a fungus known to affect both crops and wild plants, has also been found in carrots and meadow buttercups in Perthshire by plant scientists at the Warwick Crop Centre in the School of Life Sciences at the Univ. of Warwick.
It is closely related to Sclerotinia sclerotiorum which commonly causes disease in crop plants such as lettuce, carrot and oilseed rape.
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“Yeah, whatever. What are you going to do to make it up to me, huh?”
[Jeez, this girl really was pathetic. It seemed like it would be no problem to get her to bend to her will, though. That was what weak-willed people were good for, she supposed. Stepping stones. Pawns. You got the idea. Now, what could she use this girl for…? Gloria couldn’t think of any Gryffindor’s whose possessions she needed sabotaged, and even if she sported a prefect badge, the witch assumed she didn’t have much influence anyways. Who would bend to the will of some stuttering girl? Ha, she didn’t even have to think to answer that. No one, of course.
Gloria eyed the potions book in her hands, her brow furrowed as she thought. An eyebrow raised, she further pestered the older witch.]
“You any good at potions?”
“I-I guess…?” Alicordia squeaked, gripping her potions book a little tighter. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know the theory behind potions; she was very well-versed in exactly what each ingredient was capable of doing. It was more the application that she fell behind with. Often lost in her daydreams, she would add the wrong ingredient, or prepare it the wrong way… But if she wasn’t in the classroom, it wouldn’t be a problem, right?
“Do you… N-need help…?”
[ As she is strutting down the halls to her next class she spots a prefect!
And walks over to her to say hello. ]
Hi there, how are you?
On her way to her History of Magic class, Alicordia flipped through the pages of a dusty tome which was a piece she had selected from the library to write about for their current assignment. A book in one hand, she rubbed her eye with the other. The words were all starting to blur together. Perhaps she would need glasses? Oh, but where would she get the money for those? Mother wouldn’t be very happy…
A voice then greeted her, and she paused for a brief moment before turning. A Slytherin girl was the source of the salutation, and Alicordia was quite shocked. This morning, she had run into another Slytherin girl, one that was very much UNfriendly. Perhaps the members of Slytherin house did actually vary from time to time?
“H-hello, I… I am quite well, thank you, a-and you…?” Goodness, was there ever a time at which she did not stutter? T’was a bad habit, that.
[After nodding in response to the prefect, Peshare stared blankly at the Herbology professor, unable to concentrate. How anyone could devote such time to plants, he couldn’t understand. Glancing around the space, the young wizard saw himself almost drowning in a sea of red and golds. The Gryffindors chattered nosily amongst themselves, so Peshare slunk back into the corners.
The roseate couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t the only one on the side lines. The Gryffindor girl - the one he accidentally sprayed with dirt - was staring intently at Professor Maryson. Behind her, a small flutterby bush was quivering, leaves shaking almost unhappily. Peshare shook his head - plants don’t have feelings.
Unfortunately for the Slytherin, he had gotten curious. Taking off his gloves and stuffing them into his pocket, Peshare pulled his hair back into a pony tail before slowly approaching the plant. Cautiously, he reached out and poked a leaf, watching it curl up at his touch. Frowning slightly, he reached out again and was promptly shocked as the plant seemed to shy away from his touch.]
On the conclusion of Professor Maryson’s instructions, the Gryffindors and Slytherins got to work with maintenance upon the fanged geranium. Alicordia, however, hung back. Perhaps she should ask the Herbology Professor if there was any sort of work that needed to be done? Physical exertion may take her mind off of the horrid churning in her stomach. That Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson rang through her mind loud and clear, though she shook her head to rid herself of it.
The soft rustle of a once-again frightened flutterby bush thrust such thoughts from her mind, however. She spun around to face that same Slytherin boy as before - goodness, was he ever still tall - with a hand stretched toward the quaking leaves.
“W-what are you doing? Don’t t-torment the poor thing…!” She exclaimed, though quietly as always.
[Peshare hated Herbology. Six years at Hogwarts and he didn’t have to take this pointless class. To make matters worse, he was wedged between Gryffindors, even though he towered over them. Lost in his own thoughts, Peshare took his anger out on the dirt before him, accidentally spraying the prefect next to him.]
“… Sorry…” [Peshare said lamely. He was going to regret this - he just knew it.]
Her hand was extended toward a flutterby bush as it trembled, nervous of the crowd around it. Alicordia really didn’t like drawing attention to herself, so she was off to the side, her eyes glued upon Professor Maryson as she messed about with some fanged geranium, instructing her students about proper care and safety precautions that would have to be observed when handling the species, as it had a tendency to bite. The gryffindor prefect may have looked like she was paying attention, but in reality she was a bit worried about the flutterby bush. It hadn’t been acting normal for the past while, and seemed a bit skittish even upon her nightly visits.
Out of the blue, a kick from a Slytherin boy sent dirt specks flying at the black material of her pant leg. Startled, she jumped and in turn frighted the poor flutterby bush even more than it already had been. She drew her hand away and frowned slightly at the rather tall boy before her.
“D-don’t kick dirt,” she murmured softly, but strangely, there was only the barest hint of annoyance in her voice and that was mostly from the fact that she had startled the poor plant. In reality, she wasn’t even really supposed to be here, as a seventh year, but whenever she had spare time, she was here at the greenhouses. Today, her Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor had taken pity on her when she almost fainted in class when learning about a horrid dismemberment that had befallen an unprepared witch in the wilds. There were no images, but that Professor was rather morbid…
At any rate, it was afternoon, and she couldn’t think of any other place she would rather be to clear her head than here… And thus, this is how she ended up with dirt upon her pant leg.
“Just p-pay attention…” Was her soft murmur, flicking a shy glance over at him once before her favorite Professor claimed her attention once more.