Originally Posted by Charely Potter

A Goose was waddling in mid air in Patronus form as it made it's way into the opening in the window of the Groundskeeper Hut. It had made many shortcuts along the way to make it's quick arrival to the Groundskeeper.

As soon as it found its recipient the floating Goose-Patronus spoke, "Scott, there's a Hippogriff heading toward the forest. It's name is Henry. We are currently keeping a hold of the other spooked Hippogriffs from heading the same way. Please try to stop it until we get there. Javier." And then it faded.

Originally Posted by Scott Maclaren

The Scottsman had somehow gotten his mind at peace again. It took several cups of tea a day, a little down time with his jarvey every evening and a bit of time out in his garden everyday but the man felt at peace. By now, he had successfully lied to himself that nothing had really gone by his hut. Just his imagination.

Fairies hadn't been missing either, just playing silly little fairy games.

Everything was peeeerfectly fine.

That patronus just now? Scott watched it while it relayed its message, watched it disappeared then turned and went right back to his pruning. These little guys had suffered enough and the winter wasn't over yet. Hard enough keeping them alive then you added weeds. What did the man care about an animal that didn't know better than to head into the place where things got eaten? He knew better and could act accordingly. That patronus and the man who sent it could jump off a tall cliff. He was going nowhere.

Except there would be a group of people heading into the forest looking for him in a few minutes...and if anything happened to them it would be on him. Why was there never any winning in this cursed place? With an exasperated sigh, the man threw down his clippers and reluctantly started toward the forest, grumbling the entire way. Bloody hippogriff. Bloody school.

Originally Posted by Scott Maclaren

Hippogriff ran off, he said. Go after it, he said.

What business did the man honestly have chasing after overgrown birds that couldn't decide what they wanted to look like when they grew up? This wasn't his problem. Aside from his jarvey, the man had never professed any large love for creatures. He was the Groundskeeper and the grounds hadn't run away. Technically he was still well within his right to say NO.

Fool he was still for heading this way despite his better knowledge. "Henry?! Ye 'n here boy? Oi! Hippogriff! I don' reckon I've go' all day ter be walkin' around this dark place lookin' fer ye!"

He ran a shaky hand through his perfectly done hair. The man was having a good hair day. Nothing bad every happened on a good hair day. In theory he should be safe...so why didn't that make him feel better?

"Henry?!"

Originally Posted by HIPPOGRIFFS!

This Hippogriff may have looked like a coward from the galloping it did to escape that play area, but it was for his friends own good. (Henry) could hear the faint rustling behind him that was under the snow. Good. It was staying with him and not back there. They had to be safe.

SQUAWK!

Move over human. This Hippogriff did not have time to stop and play. Even if he had to drag said human with him. He rose on the hooves attempting to scare him off with the claws. Go human. As the rustling behind under the snow was sounding not so faint anymore.