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Sophia Svensson #556B2F
Slytherin Fifth Year
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Eulalia Walles (#F48037)
Hufflepuff Fourth Year |  Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
SPOILER!!: Evan Nam and Claudine Blaze Quote:
Originally Posted by Chelliephone 
"Grab and lift sounds good to me." Sometimes simple was the best route to take. He had no qualms with doing things without being reliant on spells, with magic school it just always seemed necessary outside of Muggle Studies. The reminder that most things in Care of Magical Creatures could be accomplished without as well, it was a welcomed one. He watched her hand movement in the water, seeing the murtlap a lot more clearly as well now.
He stood a bit taller on his tiptoes, giving himself better reach as she spoke. The creature was in fact moving quite a bit closer but he waited a bit longer for it to get even closer before ... splash. He thrust his hand in, probably scaring a few others in the container (sorry creatures) and getting a splash of water on himself, though he did not see if it got Claudine as well. The important thing was though, the quick movement seemed to have worked as his fingers gently closed around the creature and pulled it out of the water. "Got him!" Was it just him or was it kind of cute? "Want a snack, little buddy?"
And no, Evan did not mean any of his digits. He was quite glad for his dragonhide gloves. "Which food do you think we should start with?" He was leaning seaweed, but for no real reason. He didn't know much about what a murtlap's diet was so if she had any insight to what it might prefer, he was all ears.
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Go, team.
See, this is why Claudine liked Evan. He was such a no-nonsense kind of person and was actually helpful. She grinned in delight as he caught the slippery little murtlap. She hurried over to Evan, her attention fully on the creature. “Hi, there. You can be awfully difficult to catch, little fellow.” Oh wow. It really does look like a rat,” she thought to herself as her gaze took in the creature.
Right. Food. “Um, how about prawns?” The Snakette moved over to the buckets to scoop one of the big shrimp up. While Evan held the murtlap, she put the prawn to its little mouth. “Here you go. Eat up.” Or not? Which was very cool too.
The murtlap wriggled in the boy's hands, its little nose sniffing about now that it was out of the water. Something smelled tasty. Were those fingers? No, prawns? The murtlap strained as it reached for the prawn, opening its little mouth as wide as it could to snatch the crustacean from the girl's hands. Clinging to the prawn with its paws, it nibbled away, wiggling its tentacles, tails, and toes as it munched. YUM. Could it have more?
SPOILER!!: Violet Blackthorne Quote:
Originally Posted by MadAlice Violet, looking a little worse for wear, had finally managed to track down and grab a murtlap, though getting herself wet and slightly muddy in the process. Now, holding it with both hands (sensibly encased in dragon-hide gloves), she admired the anemone-like growth on its back. She really wished she could get some of those to pickle and try brewing with, but she supposed there was no discreet way to do that in the middle of class.
So--food. Violet herself hated sardines and anchovies, and wasn't much excited by seaweed, so she tried first the food she herself would most like to have eated--prawns. "Here you go," she murmured in a sing-song-like voice, "here's a nice fat prawn for you, fella..." and she gingerly held out the prawn to her murtlap. Violet's murtlap wasn't happy with being held. Biting at the air and wiggling as much as it could, it didn't notice at first that its captor was speaking to it. What it did notice, however, was the most tantalizing-looking prawn in the world, suspended in front of its face by some sort of weird-looking rock. Oh, that was a hand? It didn't much matter, the murtlap took a big bite out of the prawn, chewed a little, then gobbled up the rest. Prawn gone, it went after the prawn holding hand-rock. Oh, that didn't taste as good. It returned to biting at the air, in the hopes something tasty would materialize in front of it again. |