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Next came bathing time.
Which, by the way, he wasn't gonna be cleaning no hindquarters of any creature. Just saying.
But leading the creature into the pool and pouring the white substance didn't sound like a difficult task. So, he took the bucket and emptied it out. The bottle of white substance -- was it a potion of some kind? -- was put to one side because he'd need that later. As for now, he needed to turn his attention back towards the hippogriff.
"Alright, hippogriff, I just need to give you a bath, mkay?" Yes? Did the hippogriff agree to that? "So I need you go into that pool over there." No, he did not. DEADPAN. "C'mooooooon! It's just a bit of water! I'm not gonna leave you there and run off!" But, if anything, that made things worse and before he knew it, the hippogriff was shuffling backwards and away from the pool.
Great. Just great.
"Nooooo! I need you to go THIS way! C'mon! It's gonna be fun!" he said, patting the hippogriff a little slower than before. Something about this treatment seemed to make the creature relax a bit more than before. Good? Grayson continued patting the hippogriff in this way before saying in a low voice, "C'mon, I'm gonna give you a bath and you're gonna love it." Truth.
A small smirk spread across the Slytherin's face as the creature moved, this time in the forward direction and over towards the pool. "Thaaaat's it! Good boy!" What? It worked on dogs! Once the creature was in the pool, Grayson moved away and grabbed the bottle of suspicious white substance. He carefully opened it and poured half of the contents into the pool that his hippogriff was sitting in. Only half.
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