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|  post 1 (also, catch up again) Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict
Once she’d decided the hippogriff was okay with the sponges, Brooklyn had carefully dropped one into the bucket of soapy water while keeping her other hand stroking the creature’s neck. She didn’t want the noise to startle it or anything, but soon enough, she’d gotten the sponge soapy and switched so she was sponging off the hippogriff’s feathers as she’d been instructed. Obviously it took her a lot longer than it would have for some of the older students, just because they were way taller, but she still managed to do a pretty good job. It helped that her hippogriff sensed the trouble and knelt down so she could wash its back. Once it was pretty clean, she had to take a few moments to find her other sponge, dropping the soapy one back into the bucket in the meantime. A quick Scourgify later since she’d found the sponge on the ground, and she was back to stroking her hippogriff with it, soaking up any of the remaining water from the earlier bath and occasionally turning to squeeze it out of the sponge so she could keep going.
Once the hippogriff was relatively dry and standing again, she quietly coaxed it out of the pool again to finish drying. Plus, she found the fine tooth comb from her kit and started combing the feathers out to really make sure they’d dry. She definitely wasn’t going to ride a wet hippogriff, and on that note she hoped hers didn’t decide to visit the lake once she’d gotten on. She didn’t doubt she’d be able to get on, even if the hippogriff was probably five times bigger than her. It had been cooperating so far, so she was confident it would continue to do so. There was the threat of not being the best hippogriff ever hanging over it if it didn’t, after all. She knew how to control things.
Once the hippogriff was dry, she coaxed it out of the penned up area and whispered, “Now it’s time to run, okay. But you have to let me on first so we can work together.” As if it understood, needing only a few pets to help the situation, the hippogriff knelt down again as small as possible and she somehow scrambled on. It wasn’t anywhere near as pretty as Professor Thompson had been when he’d mounted his, but he was a lot taller. It hadn’t been hard for Brooklyn to press her body against the back at all as her mount raised back to a standing position. Once it was up, though, she sat up tall. It was just like riding a horse, except there were the wings in the way. She tucked her legs behind the joints as an extra precaution, then clicked her heels. There was no way she wasn’t going to fly. Hippogriffs flew, so she was going to too.
There had been a soft squeak as her hippogriff had taken off, though, barely noticeable after the squawk it had made when she’d signaled it to fly, and she’d found herself tightening her hands in the feathers in front of her so she wouldn’t fall. She definitely wasn’t going to do anything so embarrassing as fall off, but then maybe her hippogriff would catch her if she did. They had that understanding after all. She trusted it wasn’t going to forget that, and after a moment they’d started moving forward, relatively in a straight line toward the finish line.
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