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Kimothy · 06-03-2017, 05:40 AM

Text Cut: Olivia and Bowtruckles!

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Originally Posted by Watson

The thestral nodded his head at Vivian. "He says that its nice to meet you," said Olivia, very glad that Vivian didn't think she was crazy or something. Phew! Hah, anyway to cutting down the tree.

She took a step away when she had finished her portion and then heard a very peculiar noise. It sounded unhappy whatever it was. Olivia then took several steps away from the tree. "I don't think we should be near this tree," she said. Ooh she hoped that they hadn't angered the creature too, too much. Maybe some creature or spirit or ghost lived in it?

She followed Vivian's gaze to the tree to see a little creature. What was that? Was it a bowtruckle? Olivia reached into her bag and pulled out her care of magical creatures textbook and began flipping through the pages. Hm... "Ah! This looks like a bowtruckle perhaps?" she said as she brought the textbook over towards Vivian. She glanced up at the creature and then apologized. She was unsure if the creature would understand what she said but the effort was there. "I'm sorry about that. We didn't mean to disturb your home. We'll go find another tree..."

Now where was another tree that was further enough away from this creature so they didn't make him or her upset again.

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Originally Posted by BOWTRUCKLES!

What were they staring at it like they had never seen a bowtruckle before, hmm? It didn't know which was more offensive: them trying to chop its home down or the fact that they needed a textbook to identify it.

It's little arms both went up, almost like fists, in a "come at me, bro" fashion. It chirped at them, taunting. If they wanted to fight, it was born ready. Protecting its tree was its duty, especially when there were little bowtruckles inside to keep warm from the chill of winter.

The bigger girl started speaking to it. Whatever she was saying, the bowtruckle took it as a threat. It started inching toward her, ready to attack.

Or not.

They were leaving? The little creature just stood there, befuddled. But then it chirped after them before crawling back into the tree. Serves you right! If any of the bowtruckles asked, it was going to tell them a long tale of battle and how it showed those humans who was boss.

Vivian backed away a little from the tree, staying close to her Aethonan who kept sniffing her. But this time, she wasn't giggling like earlier. The blonde looked at the tree, and then to Olivia. "Agreed," she said without hesitation. Who knows what the owner of that cry would do? She didn't want to know at all. "Let's do that tree?" Like, that medium-sized one really far from this which they had started on. The effort was wasted, but she wasn't going to keep cutting down a crying tree. "C'mon, Apollo," the Slytherin called out for her winged horse, and softly chanted the Ehwaz galdr again for more energy.

A bowtruckle? Ah, they'd learned about that tiny creature before. "That's probably why I can't see it." It was tiny and camouflaged well with the tree bark. Had they kept on cutting down the creature's tree, Vivian could imagine being attacked by a pair of walking twigs... and even that seemed a little funny. "We meant no harm, Mr. Bowtruckle! We're very sorry." They'd just go find another tree to cut down, which didn't seem so pleasant for a tree dweller to hear. LOL.

"I'll start with this one," the blonde said once they had moved as far away as possible from the bowtruckle abode. Taking her wand out this time, Vivian sent Severing Charms at the base of the tree. "Diffindo... Diffindo... Diffindo...." She kept going on until about half of it was cut. The Slytherin smiled at her progress. "I did half... You should finish it up." Vivian gave an encouraging smile and nod towards to Gryffindor. And here's to hoping there weren't any more bowtruckle armies to stop them.

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Kimothy Moke Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: nickle's back pocket Posts: 8,912 Hogwarts RPG Name: Astrid Grimaldi Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nikita Vitvinina-Grahn Ravenclaw Fifth Year x12	Post 5 Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up Text Cut: Olivia and Bowtruckles! Quote: Originally Posted by Watson The thestral nodded his head at Vivian. "He says that its nice to meet you," said Olivia, very glad that Vivian didn't think she was crazy or something. Phew! Hah, anyway to cutting down the tree. She took a step away when she had finished her portion and then heard a very peculiar noise. It sounded unhappy whatever it was. Olivia then took several steps away from the tree. "I don't think we should be near this tree," she said. Ooh she hoped that they hadn't angered the creature too, too much. Maybe some creature or spirit or ghost lived in it? She followed Vivian's gaze to the tree to see a little creature. What was that? Was it a bowtruckle? Olivia reached into her bag and pulled out her care of magical creatures textbook and began flipping through the pages. Hm... "Ah! This looks like a bowtruckle perhaps?" she said as she brought the textbook over towards Vivian. She glanced up at the creature and then apologized. She was unsure if the creature would understand what she said but the effort was there. "I'm sorry about that. We didn't mean to disturb your home. We'll go find another tree..." Now where was another tree that was further enough away from this creature so they didn't make him or her upset again. Quote: Originally Posted by BOWTRUCKLES! What were they staring at it like they had never seen a bowtruckle before, hmm? It didn't know which was more offensive: them trying to chop its home down or the fact that they needed a textbook to identify it. It's little arms both went up, almost like fists, in a "come at me, bro" fashion. It chirped at them, taunting. If they wanted to fight, it was born ready. Protecting its tree was its duty, especially when there were little bowtruckles inside to keep warm from the chill of winter. The bigger girl started speaking to it. Whatever she was saying, the bowtruckle took it as a threat. It started inching toward her, ready to attack. Or not. They were leaving? The little creature just stood there, befuddled. But then it chirped after them before crawling back into the tree. Serves you right! If any of the bowtruckles asked, it was going to tell them a long tale of battle and how it showed those humans who was boss. Vivian backed away a little from the tree, staying close to her Aethonan who kept sniffing her. But this time, she wasn't giggling like earlier. The blonde looked at the tree, and then to Olivia. "Agreed," she said without hesitation. Who knows what the owner of that cry would do? She didn't want to know at all. "Let's do that tree?" Like, that medium-sized one really far from this which they had started on. The effort was wasted, but she wasn't going to keep cutting down a crying tree. "C'mon, Apollo," the Slytherin called out for her winged horse, and softly chanted the Ehwaz galdr again for more energy. A bowtruckle? Ah, they'd learned about that tiny creature before. "That's probably why I can't see it." It was tiny and camouflaged well with the tree bark. Had they kept on cutting down the creature's tree, Vivian could imagine being attacked by a pair of walking twigs... and even that seemed a little funny. "We meant no harm, Mr. Bowtruckle! We're very sorry." They'd just go find another tree to cut down, which didn't seem so pleasant for a tree dweller to hear. LOL. "I'll start with this one," the blonde said once they had moved as far away as possible from the bowtruckle abode. Taking her wand out this time, Vivian sent Severing Charms at the base of the tree. "Diffindo... Diffindo... Diffindo...." She kept going on until about half of it was cut. The Slytherin smiled at her progress. "I did half... You should finish it up." Vivian gave an encouraging smile and nod towards to Gryffindor. And here's to hoping there weren't any more bowtruckle armies to stop them. __________________ It's so magical, feeling that no one's got a hold_______________________________ ___________________________________And the whole wide world is whistling...