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WhittyBitty · 09-25-2018, 03:45 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

When it was clear that Madison was all set, Abra gave her a confident smile - more confident than he had any business being, but that was besides the point - and nodded. With the food for the bowtruckles in hand (or in crook-of-elbow) he started towards one of the nearby trees, one that had not been claimed by any other sets of students.

Now that he was paying closer attention, Abra could see the little pairs of eyes that were looking down at them from among the branches. Remembering what Wayland had said about their tendency to gouge at the eyes, he used his free hand to make extra sure his goggles were secure, before stepping a little closer and holding out his hand to one of the lower branches, as he had watched Professor Wayland do. And then he waited.

And waited.

....... Aaaaaaaaand waited.

Well, none of the bowtruckles had come down to try and warn him off, but... they also hadn't come down to take the bait, either. This was... a problem, because they had a task to do. After a good few minutes of solid nothing, Abra withdrew his hand, wandered a little way around the tree, and found another relatively low branch that he could almost reach. Holding up his hand, this time he had slightly better luck.

Slightly better luck. This time, a very cautious, tall, and spindly looking bowtruckle lowered itself down from the branch. Immediately, Abra went very still. Too still, perhaps. Tense, even. Maybe the bowtruckle sensed it too, and thought that that meant he was going to attack or something, because it suddenly gave his finger a poke and darted back into the tree. Mildly alarmed, Abra stepped back and away from that particular branch.

"Uhhh... third time's a charm?" he said to Madison, trying to sort of laugh it off rather than get too demoralised by his lack of success with the creatures so far. Continuing around the tree, Abra came to the first branch again, the one he could reach with a little more ease, and decided to try his luck with it for a second time. He held out the hand with all the woodlice in it, and tried to maintain a casual, non-threatening demeanour. It took... a fair amount of time for anything to happen, but Abra decided to employ his Gryffindor stubbornness, and didn't move from the branch. Eventually, finally, a bowtruckle lowered itself to Abra's hand. Abra watched it, wondering if he was going to get another finger poke or maybe even a full-on scratch, but after a moment the bowtruckle happily (or... it seemed happy, at least) sat in his hand and began gorging itself on the woodlice.

Relieved, Abra broke into a grin, and looked across at Madison. "Okay, I think you're good to start harvesting now. Um. Finally." Heh.

The confident smile was returned, and really Madison was very sure that they would be able to get this done with very little problem at all. The worst part would be coaxing one of the bowtruckles over, but once that was sorted they would have this in the bag. She already had her wand at the ready and stood in what she deemed to be a good position; not TOO close to the tree since she didn't have any food in her hands to offer, but also not too far away. Now all she had to do was wait...

Things weren't picking up just YET, but with all that tempting food, one should come at any moment now?

Maybe?

Another smile was sent at Abra, as well as a thumbs up. Third time WAS the charm, and indeed after a little while more waiting, it seemed that one had taken the bait and was eating out of the palm of his hand. "Awesome!" And there still seemed to be a decent amount of time left because Professor Wayland hadn't told them to wrap things up.

With a nod, Madison made her way over to the tree, trying to catch a glimpse of the bowtruckles as she did so. She wasn't all that familiar with them, though she had seen them before. She had never fed one, but she figured she could always do that later if she wanted... At the moment she was more focused on finding a good branch to cut for wand wood. Professor Wayland had said that it needed to be about 2 inches by at least 12 inches, so she was scanning for anything that would fit with that, finally settling on one that wasn't too high up.

Reaching on her tiptoes, she grabbed a hand of the branch and held it steady while with her other she proceeded to sever the branch from the tree using Diffindo. It was a little bit too long, so she used another Diffindo so that it was about 12.5 inches long give or take.

The wood was held up in triumph. Now the bowtruckle just needed to be returned to its branch and the piece of wood placed in the container near the barn. They had done good!

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WhittyBitty DMT & DMAC Wrackspurt Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: Toronto Posts: 237,094 Hogwarts RPG Name: Madison Valentine Fifth Year x12 x9	♥s her SS family l Wifey is MINE \| Naughty Niffler l Whittysaur l #awkwardturtle<# Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir When it was clear that Madison was all set, Abra gave her a confident smile - more confident than he had any business being, but that was besides the point - and nodded. With the food for the bowtruckles in hand (or in crook-of-elbow) he started towards one of the nearby trees, one that had not been claimed by any other sets of students. Now that he was paying closer attention, Abra could see the little pairs of eyes that were looking down at them from among the branches. Remembering what Wayland had said about their tendency to gouge at the eyes, he used his free hand to make extra sure his goggles were secure, before stepping a little closer and holding out his hand to one of the lower branches, as he had watched Professor Wayland do. And then he waited. And waited. ....... Aaaaaaaaand waited. Well, none of the bowtruckles had come down to try and warn him off, but... they also hadn't come down to take the bait, either. This was... a problem, because they had a task to do. After a good few minutes of solid nothing, Abra withdrew his hand, wandered a little way around the tree, and found another relatively low branch that he could almost reach. Holding up his hand, this time he had slightly better luck. Slightly better luck. This time, a very cautious, tall, and spindly looking bowtruckle lowered itself down from the branch. Immediately, Abra went very still. Too still, perhaps. Tense, even. Maybe the bowtruckle sensed it too, and thought that that meant he was going to attack or something, because it suddenly gave his finger a poke and darted back into the tree. Mildly alarmed, Abra stepped back and away from that particular branch. "Uhhh... third time's a charm?" he said to Madison, trying to sort of laugh it off rather than get too demoralised by his lack of success with the creatures so far. Continuing around the tree, Abra came to the first branch again, the one he could reach with a little more ease, and decided to try his luck with it for a second time. He held out the hand with all the woodlice in it, and tried to maintain a casual, non-threatening demeanour. It took... a fair amount of time for anything to happen, but Abra decided to employ his Gryffindor stubbornness, and didn't move from the branch. Eventually, finally, a bowtruckle lowered itself to Abra's hand. Abra watched it, wondering if he was going to get another finger poke or maybe even a full-on scratch, but after a moment the bowtruckle happily (or... it seemed happy, at least) sat in his hand and began gorging itself on the woodlice. Relieved, Abra broke into a grin, and looked across at Madison. "Okay, I think you're good to start harvesting now. Um. Finally." Heh. The confident smile was returned, and really Madison was very sure that they would be able to get this done with very little problem at all. The worst part would be coaxing one of the bowtruckles over, but once that was sorted they would have this in the bag. She already had her wand at the ready and stood in what she deemed to be a good position; not TOO close to the tree since she didn't have any food in her hands to offer, but also not too far away. Now all she had to do was wait... Things weren't picking up just YET, but with all that tempting food, one should come at any moment now? Maybe? Another smile was sent at Abra, as well as a thumbs up. Third time WAS the charm, and indeed after a little while more waiting, it seemed that one had taken the bait and was eating out of the palm of his hand. "Awesome!" And there still seemed to be a decent amount of time left because Professor Wayland hadn't told them to wrap things up. With a nod, Madison made her way over to the tree, trying to catch a glimpse of the bowtruckles as she did so. She wasn't all that familiar with them, though she had seen them before. She had never fed one, but she figured she could always do that later if she wanted... At the moment she was more focused on finding a good branch to cut for wand wood. Professor Wayland had said that it needed to be about 2 inches by at least 12 inches, so she was scanning for anything that would fit with that, finally settling on one that wasn't too high up. Reaching on her tiptoes, she grabbed a hand of the branch and held it steady while with her other she proceeded to sever the branch from the tree using Diffindo. It was a little bit too long, so she used another Diffindo so that it was about 12.5 inches long give or take. The wood was held up in triumph. Now the bowtruckle just needed to be returned to its branch and the piece of wood placed in the container near the barn. They had done good! __________________ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯