Professor Creatures is here doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo James was sat at his desk enjoying a peaceful night in attempt to forget the madness of the feast yesterday. It was all very nice. So nice that he almost even forgot the happenings of the prior night. Well… It WAS nice, until he received that blasted patronus. He couldn’t have one night to himself without something or another going wrong, RIGHT?! To say the Creatures Professor was annoyed, would be… an understatement. And not knowing the exact urgency of the message, James had SPRINTED all the way from his home on the grounds up to the seventh floor where he entered the Ravenclaw tower. Sweet Circe. This better have been worth it.
And of course as he entered the room, the scene did not disappoint. Though it looked like all the madness had come to a calm. Good. James did not nor would he try to feign the patience one needed to deal with such a thing. Silently he cursed the librarian as he made his presence known and walked further into the room. Though he was incredibly annoyed about this sudden call to action, James did nothing to show it. The face he wore was just a permanent look of his. It had nothing to do with this. Though let it be known, he did not want to be up here right now.
James cleared his throat. ”Good evening Ravenclaw,” depending on how you saw things. ”For those of you who don’t know me yet, I get the pleasure of being your new Care of Magical Creatures Professor this year. And your Head of House has called me here... because clearly things have gotten a little out of hand.” The word ‘pleasure’ to be taken lightly. Oh and 'little' was also an understatement. Library Loon had also just made James' list. Congrats. ”As I bet many of you have just found out, magical creatures can be quite difficult to tame.” Looking at every single one of you. Yes, even you with the goofy grin. You too. ”So for those of you who plan to keep your creatures, know that this job comes with a great deal of responsibility no matter the size of the creature. They all require your time and care. So only choose to keep them if you see yourself fit to take on this responsibility.”
James paused to let them take it all in. But this wasn’t an invitation for anyone to interrupt. If they did, actually no. James wasn’t even going to allow that scenario. To make it clear he started again, ”If you do want to keep a creature, you can run to your Head of House once the rest of us head down to the grounds. Give him your full name and what you intend on keeping. Be reasonable. One creature per person, we will be checking.” There. Now it was Leo’s problem. Like it rightfully should’ve been.
Though Ravenclaw was house of the wimps, right? That’s all he remembered from his time here. ”For those of you who would rather not keep your creatures, keep them in their cages and you can follow me to the barn. I’ll find a place for them to stay. You will still be welcome to visit your creature at any point of the year.” With Professor Draper’s permission and a signed slip, of course. Understood? Were they following? Ravenclaws were supposed to be a bright bunch, right? Though, James couldn’t say the same for their ringleader. Looking at you, Leobald. ”I’m no healer, so if you have any major injuries that’s something for the healer.” James could probably address that, but he didn’t want to. No patience left, remember? Anyways. ”But if you do have any minor scratches or cuts, you can join the group that is headed to the barn with me and I’ll see what I can do.” Were they still following? This was a lot. The Library Loon owed him one. Or twenty. ”Any questions?” Hopefully not. Because as soon as everyone confirmed that they understood, the group could head down to the barn with him. The sooner they left the sooner James could get back to his peaceful night.
OOC: Hi ^^ everyone, we’ll post in a little bit to signal the move over to the barn. Just letting everyone catch up first.
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