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Krel Ansell · 07-21-2021, 11:27 PM

Text Cut: Forrest

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Originally Posted by aRogueOne

“I just couldn’t bare to be away from it if I’m being honest. I so wanted to come back and work here again but I just needed it to remind me of what I’ve got at home waiting for me to. It makes things a little brighter that’s for sure.” Reaping the rewards of planted produce was second to almost nothing. “Now, now. Don’t say that or you’ll end up being my own personal project. I can turn anyone into a competent gardener if nothing else.” Maybe not a competent herbologist but certainly a gardener. As with anything, it came with experience and knowing what you’re growing and he had that in abundance. There were times even when he thought about writing a book and he would have too if it had not been for his lack of confidence and a busy schedule.

Forrest paused at that moment because there was part of him, a younger more brash part, that simply didn’t care about the rules. In his youth, this cruppy would have been in his shirt and back in his office with a bed under the desk and a cruppy door built into his own. Right now though, with a reputation to hold up and people looking up to him for guidance…he only cared slightly more. The cruppy was coming with him. It was just a case of when and how we have going to tell his wife. “How about we just…make the rule now. Say that we can and then wait to see if we get into trouble?” he whispered now, learning forward with a slightly mischievous smile on his bearded face. Even at his age, there was just a level of energy that he always had that simply kept him on the move, just like this cruppy who seemed to be slowly coming out of its stupor with its mouth wide, mid-yawn. “That’ll be easy. Just bring a few things into work in a box next day. Sprinkle a little cat food in there and you’re done.” He really hoped the people on his floor paid more attention to the rules than he did.

Settling back into his chair, he watched the cruppy for a while before nodding in agreement before laughing at the image Conley had painted with his words about all of his papers in the dog’s bowl. He himself had been on the receiving end with something similar only for him, it had been something a little less pleasant than the dog’s bow. “Oh wow. I love that. So full of energy and mischief. You’ve got your hands full there my friend. Anything left out is always fair game. Rule number one,” and there were many rules when it came to raising children. So many it made your head hurt and they always kept changing. Still, he wouldn’t change any of them for the world. They were as much a part of him as he was of them.

Conley did laugh this time. The man could try, but he wasn’t likely to succeed. And if they did try, it would have to be with mundane plants. Conley had a wee aversion to magical ones thanks to a chomping cabbage in his 5th year. If one looked closely, he still had bite marks on his behind… ”I wouldn’t want to subject any of your precious plants to my gardening skills. It would be akin to torture I’m sure. I’m afraid my gardening skills are as good as my pancake making.” Surely the man had seen his attempts at cooking at the recent breakfast orientation? He was still shocked that nobody had complained about food poisoning. Then again, perhaps people were just being polite in not telling him?

He took a long sip of tea as he considered Forrest’s suggestion. Maybe the conspiratorial way that Forrest was leaning in and whispering was making him think he should just take the cat up to his office. Forrest was, after all in charge of the café and certainly didn’t have a problem with Conley taking him. For a moment he was 12 again and about to give in without any thoughts….

And then adult Conley kicked back in. He’d have to give it more thought. Especially since he wasn’t always around his offices. He’d hate for the cat to be lonely. Down here at least he company in the form or other animals. Still, Forrest’s suggestion to just pick up a few supplies on his way into work was awfully tempting. He returned the man’s mischievous grin. ”Perhaps Level 5 has an infestation that I need to borrow a cat for?” He laughed. Because he couldn’t believe the Ministry would ever have an infestation that would warrant needing a cat on his level.

”Indeed. She takes after Sachin.” Not only in looks, but also in attitude. Sass and teasing seemed to come easy for both of them. Especially when directed in Conley’s direction. He wasn’t complaining. Not at all. In fact, it had been exactly what he had hoped for when the adopted her; a mini-Sachin. Not for the first time, he found himself wondering what house she would be sorted into Hogwarts. Well, IF she went to Hogwarts. They still had to wait and see about her magical abilities. ”I thought rule number one was make sure they had clothes on before they run out of the house?” Had that happened to him? Yes. Was he going to admit it? No.

07-21-2021, 11:27 PM	#11 (permalink)
Krel Ansell DMLE & DIMC Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Text Cut: Forrest Quote: Originally Posted by aRogueOne “I just couldn’t bare to be away from it if I’m being honest. I so wanted to come back and work here again but I just needed it to remind me of what I’ve got at home waiting for me to. It makes things a little brighter that’s for sure.” Reaping the rewards of planted produce was second to almost nothing. “Now, now. Don’t say that or you’ll end up being my own personal project. I can turn anyone into a competent gardener if nothing else.” Maybe not a competent herbologist but certainly a gardener. As with anything, it came with experience and knowing what you’re growing and he had that in abundance. There were times even when he thought about writing a book and he would have too if it had not been for his lack of confidence and a busy schedule. Forrest paused at that moment because there was part of him, a younger more brash part, that simply didn’t care about the rules. In his youth, this cruppy would have been in his shirt and back in his office with a bed under the desk and a cruppy door built into his own. Right now though, with a reputation to hold up and people looking up to him for guidance…he only cared slightly more. The cruppy was coming with him. It was just a case of when and how we have going to tell his wife. “How about we just…make the rule now. Say that we can and then wait to see if we get into trouble?” he whispered now, learning forward with a slightly mischievous smile on his bearded face. Even at his age, there was just a level of energy that he always had that simply kept him on the move, just like this cruppy who seemed to be slowly coming out of its stupor with its mouth wide, mid-yawn. “That’ll be easy. Just bring a few things into work in a box next day. Sprinkle a little cat food in there and you’re done.” He really hoped the people on his floor paid more attention to the rules than he did. Settling back into his chair, he watched the cruppy for a while before nodding in agreement before laughing at the image Conley had painted with his words about all of his papers in the dog’s bowl. He himself had been on the receiving end with something similar only for him, it had been something a little less pleasant than the dog’s bow. “Oh wow. I love that. So full of energy and mischief. You’ve got your hands full there my friend. Anything left out is always fair game. Rule number one,” and there were many rules when it came to raising children. So many it made your head hurt and they always kept changing. Still, he wouldn’t change any of them for the world. They were as much a part of him as he was of them. Conley did laugh this time. The man could try, but he wasn’t likely to succeed. And if they did try, it would have to be with mundane plants. Conley had a wee aversion to magical ones thanks to a chomping cabbage in his 5th year. If one looked closely, he still had bite marks on his behind… ”I wouldn’t want to subject any of your precious plants to my gardening skills. It would be akin to torture I’m sure. I’m afraid my gardening skills are as good as my pancake making.” Surely the man had seen his attempts at cooking at the recent breakfast orientation? He was still shocked that nobody had complained about food poisoning. Then again, perhaps people were just being polite in not telling him? He took a long sip of tea as he considered Forrest’s suggestion. Maybe the conspiratorial way that Forrest was leaning in and whispering was making him think he should just take the cat up to his office. Forrest was, after all in charge of the café and certainly didn’t have a problem with Conley taking him. For a moment he was 12 again and about to give in without any thoughts…. And then adult Conley kicked back in. He’d have to give it more thought. Especially since he wasn’t always around his offices. He’d hate for the cat to be lonely. Down here at least he company in the form or other animals. Still, Forrest’s suggestion to just pick up a few supplies on his way into work was awfully tempting. He returned the man’s mischievous grin. ”Perhaps Level 5 has an infestation that I need to borrow a cat for?” He laughed. Because he couldn’t believe the Ministry would ever have an infestation that would warrant needing a cat on his level. ”Indeed. She takes after Sachin.” Not only in looks, but also in attitude. Sass and teasing seemed to come easy for both of them. Especially when directed in Conley’s direction. He wasn’t complaining. Not at all. In fact, it had been exactly what he had hoped for when the adopted her; a mini-Sachin. Not for the first time, he found himself wondering what house she would be sorted into Hogwarts. Well, IF she went to Hogwarts. They still had to wait and see about her magical abilities. ”I thought rule number one was make sure they had clothes on before they run out of the house?” Had that happened to him? Yes. Was he going to admit it? No. __________________