Hodgins, despite being anti-authority in any form, was interested enough in the class to arrive early and find a seat near the front. He had his brand-new wand out, his notebook (which was mostly notes on insect development with doodles in the margin) open, and his clicky-pen stuck behind his ear.
There was much less instruction than he'd expected, though the instructor was somewhat in fitting with his mental picture. Much less green, though, and less warty.
So he grabbed his handful of straw and started fiddling with the incantation (written down in his notebook with several "WTF?!s and question marks around it), and managed, on his fourth try, to turn a handful of straws into a handful of cheese straws. Not very tasty cheese straws, but still. So as he chewed on one, he got bored. This was not a good thing.
Which was how, purely in the name of science, Hodgins ended up with a beard made of what tasted like asiago.
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Date: 2007-05-15 02:11 am (UTC)There was much less instruction than he'd expected, though the instructor was somewhat in fitting with his mental picture. Much less green, though, and less warty.
So he grabbed his handful of straw and started fiddling with the incantation (written down in his notebook with several "WTF?!s and question marks around it), and managed, on his fourth try, to turn a handful of straws into a handful of cheese straws. Not very tasty cheese straws, but still. So as he chewed on one, he got bored. This was not a good thing.
Which was how, purely in the name of science, Hodgins ended up with a beard made of what tasted like asiago.