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Originally Posted by Stormdancer  It wasn’t often that Carwyn wasn’t holding a class of his own, when one of the other Professors had a n interesting class going that he was curious about seeing… and the students were in for a treeeeeat today with Professor Williamson’s plans. Not that Carwyn would actually be partaking, he would just… be there. Mmhmmm.
He’d gotten used to going for a run over summer in his animagus form. He didn’t like to say he wasn’t as fit as he once was, but four paws made running much easier. Surely that was just arithmancy or math? Four was better than two! Slipping along the edge of the hay bales, Carwyn jumped up onto one of the taller hay bales that was further back, behind Professor Williamson instead of within the students space with the kneazles.
Though, he saw them. And that jungle gym, course looking thing… It looked fun. He would bet himself it was fun. However, that wasn’t the point. He sat quietly in his animagus form, looking over them all like the Sphinx looked over Giza, as the Professor asked his first question and the class moved on. Were they excited?? William had been expecting a guest any time now, now that class had officially started. And there he was, the silver fox dude. He saw the fox just out of the corner of his eye while he was checking on his crate, and smiled to himself before turning back around to the students. Their guest would be introduced… shortly. Text Cut: Foooooooood Lovers Quote:
Originally Posted by keepmeclose22 When it was his turn to talk about himself he did his best to speak up, although it was still a little hard to hear him. "Uh.. Dylan. Dylan Hunt, and this little one is...." He looked to see if it had any sort of indication of a name, but it did not. "I'm afraid I don't know it's name..." He took another pause. There wasn't much he knew about Kneazles or cats. His family was more of an owl family. They've had two or three owls in their home, although he's only been around for one of them. But any time he brought up the option of getting a different pet, he was shot down. We just can't afford it with your school coming up. They would say. Or it would be something along the lines of You're only really allowed an owl, you know. Even though the paper said he could bring a cat or a toad.
"I do know that they need fed rather regularly." Didn't all pets? Ah the first answer was a basic one. "That's right, Dylan, thanks." Basic, obvious, adequate. He threw a treat like it was curveball, landing it right by the kneazle that had claimed the boy. Nailed it! Quote:
Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 “Claudine Blaze.’’ Surely by now it was obvious she was in no possession of her own kneazle or cat? “When cats have an upset stomach, it can be remedied by feeding it small strips of bland boiled chicken; so I’ve heard.” "That's correct, Claudine." Williamson gave her a nod and lightly tossed the treat he had in his hand up in the air and then back down. "Do you want a treat for that kneazle there?" He tossed one in her direction anyway, the treat landing neatly beside the feline at her feet.
Sorry to all the kids that thought the treats were FOR them. This was Care of Magical CREATURES class, duh. Quote:
Originally Posted by PhoenixRising Raising her hand, "Cats know how to ration their food. You could give a cat their whole bag of food for a week and they will ration it out instead of eating it all at once." Unlike dogs who would eat themselves into oblivion if given the opportunity. "Oh and I'm Carsyn. Carsyn Rose." She almost pulled the gerbil out to introduce it, but decided against it. So… Prefect Rose was this one's name, eh? William would be sure to remember that; the red color of her badge (red like a rose, see?) would help. Plus, he was pretty sure he'd gone to school with some Roses. He tilted his head at the girl, considering her answer, but didn't nod until Minerva Wheatborn's daughter spoke up. Quote:
Originally Posted by Bazinga "Oh, her name is Minerva McCarthy.. I mean it would have been Minerva Wheatborn here sir, my dad is Ethan McCarthy." Though she wasn't sure what her dad thought of him since it was her mom who spoke up about the man when mirroring. Anyways, lalala, she wasn't embarrassed by that at all, nope, she was good. Something else she was not embarrassed by anymore was being caught staring at him because Curtis questioning the spidey thing had her biting her lip and just looking between the two boys.
She leaned down to scratch teacup and whispered to Curtis she could find him a name if he was jealous before sitting back up and putting up her hand. "I'm Chloe sir, Chloe McCarthy and this is my cat Teacup. She was super small as a kitten so that's how she got her name." People always seemed to look at her funny with the name, so getting that out of the way she could focus on the question, though she didn't really have an answer after hearing something from someone else.
"I'd like to add to someone's response at they are good at keeping their food all day. Some are, but some, especially ones that have had to hunt for food or fight for food can try to rush to eat it all or they have an issue that if they eat too fast they will throw it all back up." It was really gross when they did that, so she made sure to only give Teacup small bits at a time. Yes, he remembered her parents, faintly.
"Hello, Teacup, and Chloe." He paused and gestured toward Carsyn. "You're more correct than Prefect Rose on this topic, in my opinion. Something like sixty percent of housecats are actually overweight, which is a sign that they're NOT all that good at rationing their food. That and the fact that they often throw it all up." Hopefully the digestive treat he tossed her way wouldn't make Teacup throw up. Quote:
Originally Posted by kayquilz Yes, getting on swimmingly with her kneazle, she was. She listened carefully as Professor W started prattling on and asked what all they knew about cats. Well. Aboli glanced down at her kneazle's collar to check his name. "Sparticus," she read simply. "And Sparticus here isn't a cat but a kneazle - but they share many behaviors." The first answer that popped into her head was a little dark...and there was always the question...to share it, or no.
Well.
Life is risky, isn't it.
"I'm Aboli...and this here is Sparticus...and cats are quite resourceful. As she said - " She nodded at a girl (Tavie), "They'll often go hunt for themselves and leave presents..." she smirked. "But what I think is interesting about cats is that if an owner dies, it wouldn't take them too long to turn their owner into food." HA! It was a bit hilarious if you thought about it. But Aboli merely stroked Sparticus' head. "Whereas dogs would probably starve to death first. See? Resourceful animals." "Good answer, Aboli." Yes, cats, even domesticated ones, all retained their killer instincts. And he was reminded once again of why he preferred dogs. He tossed Sparticus a treat. Quote:
Originally Posted by PatInTheHat "Cat's like to hunt! They're natural predators and will sometimes leave you little presents." That's what she liked to call them at least. The dead rodents Coral would sometimes bring her. It was sad, but she understood that her cat didn't know any better. "I'm Octavia and this," She stroked her cat's back while she sat up alert in her lap. "Is Coral."
What kind of treats was he offering? And was it a treat for her and Coral, or each of them separately? Now THAT was a good-looking cat. William nodded to Octavia and Coral. "Very good. Although most cats have owners, the hunting can be considered a trait they share with their wild ancestors. Some cats hunt just for sport, and bring their trophies home to you for some recognition." It was indeed a gift of love, as far as he understood them.
He tossed Coral a treat, the pretty kitty that she was. Quote:
Originally Posted by Nordic Witch Looking over at Professor Williamson he answered. "Cats and kneazles have their own distinct personalities. I heard others mention about how cats eat food. Cat's don't want their water bowls to be next to their food. At least my cat doesn't want that. If her food bowl is on the floor in the kitchen at home then i have to have her water bowl up near the sink. And recently she has started to want to drink running water from a water tap and can meow in the middle of the night until someone comes and puts the water on. It's annoying." Remembering now that they had to introduce themselves he said "I'm Cole Vance, by the way and this my cat Elena." He chuckled a little bit at Cole's answer. "Elena has some interesting ideas, doesn't she?" He spared the cat a glance and tossed her a treat. "Do you know why she's fussy about her water being near her food?" He knew, of course, but it was always important at the start of the year to test the students' recall. .... Text Cut: Behaviorists Quote:
Originally Posted by Mell Maybe Drew did know a bit more about cats than he thought because he found himself raising his hand to answer the Professor's question. "I know that if a cat's tail is flicking around, it means it's annoyed and unless you want your eyes scratched out it is best to leave it alone." And yes he was speaking from experience.
"Oh and the name's Drew." He looked down at the Kneazle still lying by his feet. "Don't know his name though, he belongs to you." But if he had to name it, Smoky seemed like an appropriate one. "Yes, Drew." Take note of this answer, first years. He glanced at the protective kneazle that supposedly belonged to him. "That's Berlioz," he recognized the smoky cat. "Here." He tossed the Gryffindor a kneazle treat. Quote:
Originally Posted by Anna Banana Okay, so this was it. This was the moment she'd been dreading. He had to find out about it sooner or later, and...well, she guessed this was now. But then she chickened out. In her head, she went over every possible scenario that could happen next. - She could pretend she didn't speak English. 'No entiendo.'
- She could pretend she needed to suddenly go to the bathroom.
- She could just let Maleficent loose and pretend she had no idea what Williamson was on about.
- She could...
UGH. "I don't know. I mean, I do. But... No entiendo," she said, all her thoughts accidentally coming together at once. Oops. She hadn't meant to toss in that last one. Her name...her name was. "Isla Bellchant. It's nice to meet you, Sir. Welcome to Hogwarts!" Literally none of that had gone as planned. None of it. She was the worst fibber in the history of fibbers.
When the focus turned off her and Maleficent, Isla turned to her kneazle. I'm so sorry, Maleficent. If the kneazle got taken away, it'd be all Isla's fault. It had to happen sooner or later, though. She just hoped she'd be allowed to take her home at the end of the year...
She sighed and raised her hand. "If you own a cat, you can buy it a scratching post. It helps the cats remove unwanted things from their claws. It also gives them somewhere to scratch besides furniture and other things in your house," she said. Also... "I'm Isla, and this...this is Maleficent. She didn't even look at her new professor as she said that last line. Now this one… what was Willy going to do with her? "What don't you understand?" He actually knew a small, very small, amount of Spanish from working with Peruvian dragon tamers. So this strange child was not impressing him much. It was obvious she was very nervous now…. heh.
"Isla." He repeated the name. "Good answer." And he tossed her a kneazle treat. "So you and Maleficent will stay after class today, then, so we can discuss the best place for Maleficent to live while you're at Hogwarts." OUTSIDE the castle. And that was that for now. Quote:
Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy Heath raised a hand, keeping the other on Rey so she wouldn't start meowing again. "I'm Heath Jones," he introduced himself when called on, "and this chatterbox-" He jerked his head toward the carrier. "-is Rey." As if on cue, the cat gave a meep in greeting. "Adult cats don't usually meow at other cats; they do it to communicate with humans. Like for example, I think Rey is saying she wants to come out and play." Whoops, was he talking too much? Probably. He was just going to… go back to being quiet now and hope Rey would do the same.
Meep! Hey! Remember me? I'm still in here, hooman! What's going on out there? I hear voices. Hiiii, other hoomans! Can I come out now? Plz! "Rey definitely wants to come play," Willy found himself chuckling at Heath. "Great answer, not a lot of people know that about cats and kneazles." They were more nonverbal with each other than, say, dogs. Quote:
Originally Posted by GD2204
With the lesson starting, Ewan ignored his class mates for the moment and listened to some of the answers that his class mates had given, not really feeling the need to repeat what they were saying unless he could really add something to it further. ”My names Ewan Professor” getting that part out of the way before he launched into his answer. Although, if he was being honest, he didn’t really know too much about cats. Sure, he’d worked on a farm but cats? They weren’t farm animals and he didn’t have a pet cat, only a dog. ”Well, I’ve read somewhere that cats spend a lot of their lives sleeping. Like around 70%? Which is a bit insane although when you think that we sleep around eight hours a day, it’s not really a surprise” a small smile on his face now as he continued to waffle on a bit. ”As for Kneazles, they’re generally native to Britain and are classified as XXX by the Ministry of Magic. Competent wizards shouldn’t have too much trouble caring for them”. Competent being the key word there. Some of the children in the class might struggle a little but he would be more than happy to help them.
Bending down now, he gave the jet black Kneazle more scrunches for a moment before turning back to Curtis and Chloe again. ”Yup, Spidey” he replied simply, not offering more than that. He didn’t really feel the need to explain himself to the boy who he’d helped last year. "Good, yes, thank you, Ewan." He tossed the Ravenclaw prefect and the kneazle a treat. "Of course, wild or feral felines sleep less than domesticated ones…" Or keep an entirely different sleep schedule entirely. That reminded him that he should check on his charge in the cage… Quote:
Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow "Well, I'm Cecelia Summers, like I said, but you could also call me Cece if you wanted." A lot of people did. "And this guy is...well, I don't actually KNOW his name, but I'm calling him Mate 'cause we're going to be good friends." So the name totally fit. "And I know that kneazles like this guy can fall in love with cats and have a bunch of cool baby kitty!kneazles. Or would they just be called kittens? I'm not sure about the NAME part, again, but I know that can happen." Mhm! Mate was a perfectly acceptable name for a kneazle, William did agree. "Yes! Kneazles and cats often ah, procreate." And why was he blushing at that word? He was a 50+ year-old PROFESSOR. He cleared his throat slightly. "They'd just be called kittens." He tossed Mate a kneazle treat, quickly, to move on to the next student. Quote:
Originally Posted by Daydreamer11 She raised her hand to add her comment to the conversation. “I’m Naya Lindsay”, she said to the new professor. “Cats are rather tidy creatures. They clean themselves often by licking their fur. Doing that can also help keep them cool when it’s hot.“ And other things, but enough said for now. "Hi, Naya," he greeted the Gryffindor. "Great answer! That's just one reason so many people like cats." They were low-maintenance, sort of, unlike, say… nifflers. He tossed her new kneazle friend a treat. Quote:
Originally Posted by Fireheart Avalon glanced down at Shadow on her lap. Just minutes ago, the cat had been vigilantly peering around, taking in all the other felines in the area with wide eyes. But now, Shadow was fast asleep, shoulder blades and hips hunched up. Avalon wished she could fall asleep that quickly. The young Ravenclaw thought she could offer a comment about how much cats sleep during the day, but it seemed one of her housemates already covered that. Raising one hand, she ran the other through Shadow's long fur. "I'm Avalon Sinclair, and this is Shadow," she said, gesturing to the fluffy black blob on her lap. "Cats spend a lot of their time grooming themselves. It's a behavior that helps avoid predators and reduces stress." She had seen Shadow immediately start licking his paws after something spooked him. It was odd. "But that doesn't mean I don't have to brush him every once in awhile, or else I'll find little black fluffballs all over the place," Avalon added with a laugh. "Hi Avalon, and Shadow." William returned the introduction. "Thank you for mentioning cat care! Brushing can also help you bond with your pet." He tossed Shadow a treat for his owner's good answer. Quote:
Originally Posted by Samia When her turn came, she tried speaking without looking too alarmed that the cat was now trying to bite at her shoes or that her boyfriend was probably simmering with even more emoness than he usually did around Hogwarts, “My name is Missa, professor.” she started.
“Different cats have different kinds of fur. Some short, some long. But the ones with long hair need a lot of care because they shed .... a lot” she added the last bit with a frown. “And suffice to say if you don’t brush it often, it can get troubling for the cat as well as for you” Another answer about brushing! "Good answer, thank you." It could actually go along with cat traits instead of behavior, but. William added, "Some cats with longer fur have trouble caring for it themselves as they get older." Their hindquarters in particular could get quite stinky. "But don't worry, there's a trimming spell for that." He tossed Missa a treat in the hopes that it would draw a kneazle her way.
If Missa didn't want a kneazle, perhaps she could give the treat to the one currently drooling on James Rasting. Heh. Quote:
Originally Posted by hjhm She raised her hand "Cats love to jump and climb into everything" yes, she can never forget all the furniture and the curtains that have been involved in this. "Sometimes it can be problem but it all depends on how you manage them as the owner" it requires a bit of training and also innovation on your part. If it still fails, Blake's answer would be a great alternative. Cats do love boxes.
Oh right. Name. "I'm Jillian Kim." she added. "Excellent answer, Ms. Kim." Head Girl Kim, actually. He tossed her a treat for one of the kneazles near her. ... Text Cut: Cat Experts Quote:
Originally Posted by Charely Potter Least this Professor is acting alright for now. Curtis still didn't trust adults knowing how they act towards younger ones. "Curtis Fuller..... The cats don't like getting wet usually." Curtis added. There, he was behaving. Maybe that ought to impress Chloe seeing him act this way. This was a rather obvious answer form the groundskeeper's son, but alright. "Yes, thank you Curtis."
At this point, William wondered if he shouldn't be keeping notes for the kids on the board, so he lazily flicked his wand at it. The board now read FOOD | BEHAVIOR | TRAITS in three columns. Good enough for now. Quote:
Originally Posted by Kolyander As the lesson got underway, Lukas sat up straight once more, resting his hands on his lap. "My name is Lukas. Lukas Donovan." Name first. It was important. Now on to answering the question. "Most cats don't like water other than drinking it. They really don't like being bathed and normally it's not necessary to give them baths anyhow." Which was a good thing because he had seen what could happen when giving a cat a bath. Lots of meowing, scratching and water everywhere. "I don't ha-" he started to explain about his lack of cat or kneazle when one suddenly leaped up onto his lap causing him to pause talking due to laughing. "Well hello there." Grinning widely now he pet the kneazle on his lap as he looked back at the professor. "I was going to say I don't have a cat with me today but this one seems to like me so I guess I have a kneazle for this lesson... I don't know his or her name though." Which made sense seeing as how it wasn't his. William was considering these answers as part of the cat traits/characteristics category, since it built on Curtis' response. He tossed the firstie a treat for the kneazle. "Yep, you're right on all parts there. Feel free to name the kneazle yourself." Quote:
Originally Posted by siriusblackliveson Charlie smiled as their Professor had asked her cats name. She felt the heat rising into her cheeks, “It’s Sir.” There that wasn’t so bad. She didn’t have to die of embarrassment after all. She listened to the few other students who had already given an answer and raised her own hand, “Charlotte Rivers. Or Charlie.” Reign it in Charlie. “Cats show their trust of you if they lay on their back and expose their belly.” At least Sir had done exactly that after a few months with her. "Sir?" Willy repeated, not sure at first if she was addressing him or answering his question. "Okay, Charlie. And Sir." He smiled a little. "Excellent answer; you really have to be careful because some cats will try to trap people into petting their belly when really they want to practice their attacks on your hand." He was speaking from personal experience here. He tossed Sir a treat. Quote:
Originally Posted by love-for-HP "Blake Ryan, Professor" Blake added with a smile again. And then a bluish, grey looking kneazle rubbed on his legs. Blake jumping slightly at the touch looked down. His first instinct was to shoo it away, he's rather not have it rubbing up all over his legs.
"Regular cats sit in boxes all the time." Blake remembered his neighbor's cat doing that when he was a small child. "Professor ... I'm not really a cat person." Blake added as he scooted himself away from the kneazle rubbing on him. "Well, Blake, that's a good answer…." he supposed. "But you will need to partner up with someone or some feline for the rest of class, okay?" He wasn't really a cat person either but this lesson would be worth it if Blake stuck with him. Quote:
Originally Posted by Sunflower "Kneazles are very clever and can identify untrustworthy individuals. And my name is Jina Morin," she said. The way the school kneazle was brushing up against her legs showed that she is a trustworthy human. She wondered if her answer was good enough to get her new feline friend a treat. Aha, now they were getting some answers about kneazles! "Thank you, Jina," he tossed her a treat for the kneazle near her. "Yes, this is a trait wizards have bred into their feline companions." Quote:
Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo This...this wasn't a cat?? Forget everything else the Professor said, this was serious. This was--wait....wait wait wait, was this a kneazle then? Kitt looked about the group. The more felines he looked at was the more apparent the differences became.
He scooped the kneazle up, cradling it in his arms because he'd just found his soulmate. It was right there in the look of those shiny eyes.
"I will shovel dung for 3 months, if you let me keep him. Final offer. Take it while it lasts." Or, well, he could offer more, but it was important to pretend you had some sort of upperhand when negotiating, clearly. "Kitt Lazarus, Sir." He pulled the now meowing kneazle to his face--they were cheek to cheek and a match made in Care of Magical Creatures class. "And this is Sparky. He likes long walks on the beach and cross word puzzles by the window when it rains. He...uh...also really likes boys named Kitt Lazarus. Let him adopt me, let me take me home. I looove hiiiimmmm." He ended, jingling the kneazle about while using his best kneazle voice.
"And uuuuummm, uuuhhh....cats....don't have tails like this. See?" He held the kneazle higher for the Professor and others to get a good look. In his mind, he was really contributing to this conversation. "These kneeeeazuuuls have lion tails but I don't think they appreciate you yankin' 'em anymore than a cat would so that's my care tip. Don't do it." .... William staaaaared at the lad. The audacity of Gryffindors was truly second to none.
"How about you shove dung for three months for your cheek, Lazarus? Final offer. Actually, scratch that, it's now an assignment, not an offer. You WILL stay after class with Bellchant to start on the dung." Brilliant, he'd been looking for someone to clean the barns for him and now he'd found it.
He smirked a bit at the kid. "Right, and kneazles like steady footing as well, so I'd recommend lowering the cat a bit unless you want it climbing on your head." He tossed Sparky, not the boy, a treat. Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir At this point, Nem broke eye contact and looked instead at the professor, raising their hand.
"They can make you ill, sir. Cat-scratch disease, it's a bacterial infection. Sometimes dogs can be involved, but it's usually cats, and not always through scratches, but bites too. Sometimes people die, but not very often, relatively speaking." Just in case anyone decided to get hysterical about it. "And obviously there's magical variants of it too, which can be more problematic. So you should be careful. About getting scratched, I mean, if you're worried about that sort of thing."
Oh and, if he insisted. "Name's Nemesis Upstead, sir. Nem for short." Not that Nem knew it yet, but Williamson had only been around for one of the most painfully average, most boring, most forgettable Upsteads to exist. It was unlikely he'd recognise the surname. Nem glanced down, and saw their young kneazle was now sat about a two feet away, still not seeming terribly sure. They made no attempt to pet it yet, just looked back up. "No name for this one." Nemesis, was it? William firmly believed that names could turn into self-fulfilling prophecies, and this one…….. Well, he hoped it wasn't true.
"Sure, Nem, that's definitely a real thing." But judging by Williamson's tone, it certainly wasn't that dangerous. "But thank you, for the reminder to all of us to always wear dragonhide gloves." And he tossed the Slytherin a treat, which landed between Nem and the kneazle currently judging them. Quote:
Originally Posted by Optimist.Prime Unlike other people, Aboli’s answer didn’t leave a bad taste in Islay’s mouth. It was afterall, factual. ”I am Islay Moreau, and this is Kasha?” she shrugged her shoulder as if hoping she hadn’t messed up the kitty’s name – and with another pet of is head she continued to speak. ”and going on from what Miss Song said – cats, like their larger brethren are carnivorous creatures and cannot survive without meat-based proteins and nutrients.” she paused for a second and then tacked on, ”so your cat can’t be vegan” because there had to be people out there trying to feed their cats vegan options – right? "Thank you, Islay!" Yes, this was a great characteristic of cats, one he was considering an essential 'trait' rather than about their eating habits. He tossed Kasha a treat. Quote:
Originally Posted by SweetPeea Faye giggled quickly kissing her little nose. She lifted her head when it was her turn to answer. "Faye Asztalos, sir, and this is Astrid.." Making sure to speak clearly as she continued with her response to the Professor's question, "Cats can rotate their ears 180 degrees...OH-Cats also have five toes on each front paw, but only four on the back ones..." She hoped that that was at least decent of answer to have earned Astrid a treat, if not, she would be sure to make sure that she gave her a treat back in her dorm, since she was being so good thus far. Would you know that William had never bothered to count the toe beans on a cat's paws? It was true. He knew the bit about the ears but… well, he learned something new today too. "Great. Nice to meet you Faye and Astrid." He tossed her a kneazle treat. Quote:
Originally Posted by Uncle Moose "It's commonly known that male house cats are easier to have as pets than female cats. They can be more affectionate and less reserved than their opposite sex." Shar Khan barely gave him a second glance at home anytime he was away from Hogwarts for the summer. "Oh...um Mark Gunter." He spoke next giving his name. "And this is Roger...." He looked down while he still held Roger up under his forearms...."Roger...ina....Rogina. Her name is Rogina." Glad he cleared that up. Was this another familiar last name or was it just WWW's imagination?
"That is, strangely enough, true," William agreed with Mark. "Nice to meet you and Rogina." A good gender-neutral made-up name. He threw a treat their way. Quote:
Originally Posted by Watson Aboli's answer got an eyebrow raise from him. He paused once more, thinking through his answer, and then offered his thoughts. "I'm Noah Nam. My friend here is Aslan," he began, referencing the curled up kneazle on his lap. "Cats have an extra organ that gives them the ability to taste scents in the air." "Hi Noah and Aslan." A brilliant name for a kneazle if he'd ever heard one. "And you're right! I believe that's located in their mouth, near their front teeth." He gestured with a tap on his own lips, in case Noah wanted to check on Aslan. He threw a treat to them too. ... Text Cut: The Weird Ones Quote:
Originally Posted by Destiny But, because of endless possibilities, Flora decided she was just going to wait to be surprised and bounded over to take a seat. And although she didn't know the answer to the question, her hand raised anyway. "My name's Flora. And this broken cat is named Catastrophe. Cat for short. Can I eat a cat treat?" Oh no, no no no. Nope. William wasn't going to toss them a treat, even though he kind of weirdly wanted to see the broken cat attempt to eat it. "Erm, nice to meet you, Flora. But do you know anything about caring for Catastrophe, or…?" Or would he have to start from scratch with this first year? Quote:
Originally Posted by emjay Morgan went from being excited about finally being able to take cool electives this year, to being super annoyed that they were ALLOWED TO BRING THEIR OWN CATS to class, when he STILL didn't have one! His brother had his own kneazle and his sister had her own cat, who she even brought to class, and what did he have? A giant snail. Sure, Larry was cool and all, but he didn't even bring him to school because he didn't really DO anything aside from sit in his tank and eat lettuce. He even lost track of that stray cat he was going to steal adopt from Diagon Alley.
But his mood had improved significantly when they were allowed to CLAIM one of the kitties for their own if they didn't have one - and not JUST for class, right?! And he went from petting a kneazle, to singing and humming softly to himself, a classmate's answer prompting the earworm in his head, and dancing the uncooperative kitty on his lap.
Cat scratch feverrr, hm hm hmmm
Cat scratch feVERR
Thanks, Nem. But he stopped suddenly when he heard the conversation between the professor and his sister. "He was Mum's teacher?" he blurted out to Chloe. Wow! He must be ancient! He turned and STARED at Williamson a minute. Huh. He wasn't even that wrinkly. "Did you have some plastic sorcery done, because you look great for your age." He had to be at least, like... 80, right?
Oh, oops. Forgot to raise his hand. Doing that now. "I'm Morgan McCarthy, but you can call me MF, if you'd like. A lot of my friends do, because it's my initials. It stands for Morgan Finn." He gave his sister a pointed look before turning back to Williamson. "I haven't given this guy a name yet, but I'm still thinking about it," he added, referring to the kneazle on his lap. Oh, right... there had been a question too, hadn't there?
Morgan hadn't been paying ANY attention after Chloe had dropped that bombshell, so he wasn't exactly sure what answers his classmates had already given. But he added, "Sometimes cats hiss when they're afraid, but it's also a warning too. Because they're about to attack, so you should probably leave it alone or stop annoying it." Unless you wanted to get scratched. ....right, looked like he would now have THREE of the younger students shoveling dung for him by the end of this lesson. "Stay after class, McCarthy." He wasn't amused by Chloe's sibling. Not a bit. "I want to make sure I've spelled your mum's name right when I send her a letter about you." Plastic sorcery his ASHWINDER.
He nodded at the boy for his answer, but didn't toss him a kneazle treat. Because if Willy were a cat, he'd be hissing right now. Quote:
Originally Posted by sarahlooo Louise loved cats, particularly her own. But she got along with most other cats and kneazles as well. They were just so sooooft and furry and cuddly. So the fact that they were having a lesson on cats was pretty darn cool. And she happened to know quite a bit about cats since she had always grown up with one and now that she had one of her own.
The young redhead raised her hand right as somebody else spoke up --
And Louise Bones couldn't BELIEVE her ears. Was that kid calling her Uncle Willy OLD? Uncle Willy wasn't OLD. If he was old, her mother was old and they just weren't that old. Louised SCOFFED audibly at this kid -- Morgan's words. "He's not THAT old," she said, interjecting.
But then she let Morgan finish his idea and then she stuck her hand back in the air and waited for Uncle Willy Professor Williamson to call on her. "Cats need a designated spot to go potty. Indoor cats especially like a clean place to do their business. If you don't clean their litter boxes often enough, they'll search your house for a cleaner spot to go, so it's important to always keep their boxes clean." She had learned that the HARD way and now her mum made her clean the box at least once a day to avoid future... mishaps.
Also, did he appreciate her standing up for him? She thought he might. "Thanks, Lousie," he coolly addressed his best friend's kid with a tone she ought to recognize. There was no need for her to stick up for him… but he did appreciate it. "And yes, thanks for bring up the sanitary, ah, habits of felines." Enough said. Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Had these cats been tested for disease? ”Nina Castillo. Are these kneazles up to date on their vaccines, Professor?” She looked at Professor W expectantly. There was only one acceptable answer. "No need to worry, Miss Castillo." William eyed the Slytherin. "Of course they are. I can't guarantee the same for the pets your classmates own," his brown eyes were twinkling mischieviously now, "but all of Hogwarts' kneazles are happy, healthy, and up-to-date on everything." He'd personally looked them over when he had been rehired here. William looked around to see if he'd missed anyone and then pointed to the board with his wand again.
FOOD | BEHAVIOR | TRAITS "We've discussed cats and kneazles being motivated by food, and being particular about their water and grooming, amongst other characteristics...." He wasn't going to spell it all out for them; he'd done enough by organizing their responses, kinda. "But what I'm most interested in, today, is feline behavior, particularly around other felines. Some people say that mundane cats can't be trained, much less magical ones or even wild ones. So let's do a small experiment."
He took a few steps toward the cat run and again gestured with his wand, this time levitating a box of various cat toys, treats, brushes, leashes, harnesses, and the like, so that the box drifted toward where the class was sitting. It seemed to hesitate for a moment and then the box spilled out and scattered all along the ground in front of the kids. And the box itself tumbled to the ground to rest like a big empty temptation to all the animals.
William grinned. "Oops. Well anyway, now that you can see the tools available to you, let's see if you can get your pet, or one of Hogwarts' highly intelligent kneazles, to complete the Cat Obstacle Course, with NO MAGIC help from you, though I do recommend that you run alongside the course. We'll have you race one feline at a time, and I'll clock your times to see who wins." He held up an ordinary stopwatch so they could see. "Remember, use the tools at your disposal to keep your feline in line. If you're a scaredy cat," he added, thinking of the few kids who hadn't picked up a kneazle yet, "you can also work with ONE partner and their animal. Ready? GO!"
Whoever was first could step right on up and get going...
He, meanwhile, was going to hang out at the back with Carwyn. Er, the silver fox resting just behind him. He'd save the fastest one for last, heh. OOC: No need to wait for your turn or anything! Just start by RPing yourself, your cat/kneazle, and your reaction to the obstacle course, and of course feel free to expand on the treats/toys I've linked lol. Please RP for a cat/kneazle in a different color so that I can see how it's going! This mini-activity should last for the next two-ish days. I'll be responding to you all and writing down your times as you RP!
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