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Though Professor Wayland's Hut was still standing, it was locked for anyone that tried to enter. Professor Petrov was forced to pitch a tent. It was a magically extended tent, but very basic indeed. It had a bed, a bathroom, a small kitchen, desk and chair, and a small couch to lounge on with books scattered around. There was also a snake tank for his lovely Hera. Otherwise, it was completely bare. No student may enter the tent at any time.
You may call on him, but he may not be too keen to speak to you. Visit at your own risk.
Not too far from the barn, a uniquely shaped hut is just at the edge of the Forbidden Forrest. This is not only Professor Wayland's living quarters, but it is also his office. Outside you will notice tons of wood logs and a fire pit. To the right of the hut there is a brand new swimming pool that is only for the Professor's use unless permission is given otherwise. On the porch there are two lawn chairs. After you knock on the door you may sit and wait there until the professor is ready to see you.
When you enter the hut, you will immediately notice that the downstairs area is the Professor's office. On the walls there are many pictures of Professor Wayland with interesting creatures and different people, including his family members, friends, and mentors from school and previous occupations. There are also diagrams depicting different creatures, pointing out body parts and what they do, as well as information about what they may eat.
There isn't really room for a huge desk, but there is a roll top desk in the back right corner of the room and two comfortable chairs sit next to it. On the left side of the room is a cozy fireplace with a small black leather couch. There is a brand new picture on the mantle of himself and Professor Kennedy happily smiling in front of a picturesque view of the Mediterranean Sea. There is also a 4 foot perch for Professor Wayland's Phoenix, Ash, to sit on; though, sometimes you might find the beautiful bird flying around outside of the Hut or perched on the roof. There are many shelves of different books. Most of the books are about creatures. The rest are a mixture of fiction, Sci-fi, graphic novels, and there might be a romance novel...or two.
Behind the staircase is a full kitchen. Yes, Professor Wayland does dine at the castle, but most days he doesn't have time to get up there so he cooks for most meals. The staircase leads to a bedroom that has been magically extended. It is far bigger than it should be and holds a very large bed, a closet, a dresser, and a night stand with a reading lamp on it. The bathroom is small but of well design. Student's however, are not allowed upstairs, so please keep out!
Please, knock and wait at the door! Professor Wayland will be with you as soon as possible!
OOC: There is no waiting area thread, so please just RP your character knocking on the door and wait for Professor Wayland to answer. Also, please don't RP for Ash. You may RP that you SEE him flying around or on the roof, etc., but Ash is a Phoenix and only comes to his master unless someone shows great loyalty to Professor Wayland.
The young Slytherin had frantically ran toward Professor Wayland’s hut with the letter in her hand. It didn’t really look like a hut, no it was more an A-frame…it was nice but that was beside the point. She had run in her uniform and likely looked like a mess now. Uniforms weren’t meant to be worn near the barns now were they?
Raising her hand she began pounding on the door, each second made her heart race. She was breaking the rules – so many of those new rules right now by acting this way. Messy uniform – check, being outside this close to dinner – check, being defiant…well that was a triple check.
”Professor Wayland?” she called out, as she knocked again. She wasn’t out of breath, no, she was nervous.
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She allowed the sigh of relief to escape her lips, feeling a little lighter now that it was confirmed she really would be able to take him with her. It’d been weighing on her during her trips to the stables, each time he eagerly greeted her and tried prancing around like he was still small enough for that to be acceptable. “Thank you, really. I guess with the way things are being run now...I just thought it was better to be sure now than find out different at the end of the term.” Surely even he could see the school year was off to a...er.....questionable start.
“I guess that means I have another question. He’s been staying here, in the stables and I think he’s made friends with the others. When I take him, he’ll be alone. Is there any way....I could maybe....adopt another one this year? I’d like to spend the year getting it accustomed to me so it’s not such a shock later—but of course that’s only if it’s okay with you.”
For the most part, Jessa’s pets were able to fit in her arms. Having an aethonan was a whole different experience and not a bad one.
“There’s an interesting novelty in having live pets, wouldn’t you say?” Of course, she loved her undead babies but Dexter and her modified rabbit Barnaby were interesting additions too.
Tristan listened to her concerns, and wasn't surprised to find it was because of the way school was being run now and all of the new rules that were in place. But as far as he was concerned, she had legitimately adopted Dexter. No one could stop her from taking him when she graduated. "I completely understand your concerns and don't blame you one bit for wanting to be sure. But legally Dexter is yours and no one can take him from you, not even the Headmaster." He hated saying that word. It didn't sit well with him at all that Regina was gone, but he had to be neutral right now.
Tristan had to think about that next request for a moment. "I will have to get back to you on that, unfortunately. But there is a possibility that you may be able to. There are a few babies in the Infant Barn. You should go check them out and see which one you get attached to and we can go from there." He wasn't sure if it would be possible for him to allow students to adopt, given the current climate of the school, but he would do his best to make it happen.
That next...statement of sorts...though shocking didn't really surprise him coming from Jessa. He knew about her undead experiments. "Yes, well, most pets typically are living." He said with a small grin.
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Oh, he could basically see professor Wayland choke on his own breath as he processed Daehyun's request. Well, more like, plead. And now he was preparing to plead for mercy, because the man did not look pleased. Which was to be expected.
But... a project?
... really?
He was BEAMING. "I'll write a full book on it!" Psh, a simple project was for amateurs. He would happily replace sleep with writing a whole book on acromantulas. Arachnophobic Around Acromantulas, he would call it. Boy, was this exciting!
But wait... what was professor Wayland doing... pulling his jacket on... what... OH. "You-you mean right-? Right now?" MERLIN'S BEARD, RIGHT NOW? REALLY REALLY? "I mean-mmm!" Yep, his lips were sealed, and he would not talk unless professor Wayland said it was okay to talk. Got it.
... now he didn't need to know that Daehyun ran as fast as a mad turtle, but hopefully it wouldn't get to that.
Shutting up, he followed.
"You'd better," he said quietly to himself as he began is walk toward the forest. Tristan was not excited for this adventure, but he would do everything in his power to make sure it was a safe one.
He stopped and turned around completely, "Of course I mean now, Daehyun. No time like the present. Plus, the quick we get this over with the quicker we can be back to safety. If we go any later in the day they will be hungry and if we wait until next week or next month even they will be getting ready to hibernate and we don't want to be there for that." He said wide eyed and with a pointed look.
He quickly patted his jacket to make sure his wand was there, and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt it, pulling it out of his jacket. He looked at the young man, "Wand out at all times. I hope you know the spider repelling spell." He turned and stalked off toward the forest.
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The young Slytherin had frantically ran toward Professor Wayland’s hut with the letter in her hand. It didn’t really look like a hut, no it was more an A-frame…it was nice but that was beside the point. She had run in her uniform and likely looked like a mess now. Uniforms weren’t meant to be worn near the barns now were they?
Raising her hand she began pounding on the door, each second made her heart race. She was breaking the rules – so many of those new rules right now by acting this way. Messy uniform – check, being outside this close to dinner – check, being defiant…well that was a triple check.
”Professor Wayland?” she called out, as she knocked again. She wasn’t out of breath, no, she was nervous.
Tristan had just sat down with a cuppa and a book he had started to read when a frantic knock came at the door. He sighed, it had gotten to a really intense scene and he really didn't want to put it down. BUT, duty calls. He quickly set the book down and his tea, and jogged to the door.
It sounded like Anabeth, but he wasn't sure until he pulled the door open. "Hey, hey, whats wrong? Is everything alright?" And then he saw it. The slightly crumpled up letter with Julian Scrimgeour's signature at the bottom. "I'm just going to take that, thank you." Before she could respond he started to read and his face when from a content concern to furious anger.
"Where did you find this, Anabeth? Has Professor Stewart already left?" He asked calmly, despite the whirlwind of hatred flowing through him.
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Oh good, he was there. That was good, great even – not great. Amazing. Maybe they could get some information out if there was still time? Or…or stop her from leaving all together.
Taking a steadying breath Beth began to speak, ”First floor corridor…on the floor, I thought someone should know?” she gulped down the anger and fear bubbling inside of her. Fear, that her actions would cause Professor Wayland to lose his job, fear that anyone that showed backbone would be forced to leave.
Hell, chances were this little act of rebellion could end in her expulsion. ”I didn’t see – I think…she might be in her office?” she muttered, ”i…kind of ran here after I got out of the corridor – I didn’t want Scrimgeour or whoever this Ainsworth man is to find that I found that” it had been abandoned after all, maybe people needed to keep better hold of their devious letters.
”should we get this to Headmistress Hawthorne? If…If Professor Stewart leaves then maybe we can get letters to Professor Hawthorne and even to the Daily Prophet? Get word out about the hostile takeover.” Because there was no way this was not hostile.
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Oh good, he was there. That was good, great even – not great. Amazing. Maybe they could get some information out if there was still time? Or…or stop her from leaving all together.
Taking a steadying breath Beth began to speak, ”First floor corridor…on the floor, I thought someone should know?” she gulped down the anger and fear bubbling inside of her. Fear, that her actions would cause Professor Wayland to lose his job, fear that anyone that showed backbone would be forced to leave.
Hell, chances were this little act of rebellion could end in her expulsion. ”I didn’t see – I think…she might be in her office?” she muttered, ”i…kind of ran here after I got out of the corridor – I didn’t want Scrimgeour or whoever this Ainsworth man is to find that I found that” it had been abandoned after all, maybe people needed to keep better hold of their devious letters.
”should we get this to Headmistress Hawthorne? If…If Professor Stewart leaves then maybe we can get letters to Professor Hawthorne and even to the Daily Prophet? Get word out about the hostile takeover.” Because there was no way this was not hostile.
Trsitan listened to her answer as he reread the letter. They were such small things to be fired for, and it made him even more angry each time he skimmed over it. "It was already crumpled up?" He asked looking over at her scared face.
Tristan nodded listening to her. "Well, it's possible she has already gotten this and you found it in the corridor because she dropped it." He gave her a gentle smile, hoping to calm her nerves. "Anabeth you did the right thing. I appreciate you so much, especially for putting yourself at risk." He patted her shoulder.
He honestly wasn't sure what he could do at the moment. Listening to her suggestions however, he knew he had to calm her down and stop her before she did get herself into trouble with these ideas. "Now that you shouldn't be worrying about. I will get this sorted. Okay?" He looked into her eyes and looked back to the letter. "Now, lets get you safely back to the castle. I have someone I need to talk to." He folded the letter and put it in his pocket. He walked out of the door, locking it with his wand behind him.
"Shall we?" He said taking a few steps toward the castle.
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Breathe, breathe she thought to herself as Professor Wayland listened and reread the letter again. ”Yes, I just sort of stepped on it and noticed something was off – especially when I well…read it” she nodded. This was nerve wracking more so because it meant that no one was safe. Her favorite Professor of last term had already left - but she had known that was coming.
Beth listened intently to Professor Wayland’s words and nodded, ”Thank you Professor, h-honestly…I’m not scared what will happen to me – more so that…that really all of the Professors we know are going to be replaced by ones loyal to the new regime”[b] because that was what this was – it was Scrimgeour’s Regime.
Beth simply nodded when Professor Wayland told her not to worry, okay. Maybe she was going to worry just a little bit – because there was a lot to worry about this term. Tea for example, she needed to get some tea…check on tea – maybe she’d go and speak with Toddles after this? ”of course Professor…and good luck,” she added before started to trek behind him toward the castle. Her mind constantly slipping to Tea and getting Goat the cat a bit of milk…or any kind of treats.
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Breathe, breathe she thought to herself as Professor Wayland listened and reread the letter again. ”Yes, I just sort of stepped on it and noticed something was off – especially when I well…read it” she nodded. This was nerve wracking more so because it meant that no one was safe. Her favorite Professor of last term had already left - but she had known that was coming.
Beth listened intently to Professor Wayland’s words and nodded, ”Thank you Professor, h-honestly…I’m not scared what will happen to me – more so that…that really all of the Professors we know are going to be replaced by ones loyal to the new regime” because that was what this was – it was Scrimgeour’s Regime.
Beth simply nodded when Professor Wayland told her not to worry, okay. Maybe she was going to worry just a little bit – because there was a lot to worry about this term. Tea for example, she needed to get some tea…check on tea – maybe she’d go and speak with Toddles after this? ”of course Professor…and good luck,” she added before started to trek behind him toward the castle. Her mind constantly slipping to Tea and getting Goat the cat a bit of milk…or any kind of treats.
Tristan nodded as she explained how she came about the letter. "Well, I am glad you came straight to me then." He gave the young lady a sad smile. He was pretty sure he knew what this meant.
Sighing heavily, he tried to give her a reassuring smile. "I know exactly what you mean. And don't worry as long as we get you back to the castle you should be just fine." He and his colleagues however....he would have to wait and see about that.
"Thank you, and good luck to you." He gave the girl a wink, and the started the trek to the castle. His mind already was already racing ahead of them willing them to move faster.
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Tristan listened to her concerns, and wasn't surprised to find it was because of the way school was being run now and all of the new rules that were in place. But as far as he was concerned, she had legitimately adopted Dexter. No one could stop her from taking him when she graduated. "I completely understand your concerns and don't blame you one bit for wanting to be sure. But legally Dexter is yours and no one can take him from you, not even the Headmaster." He hated saying that word. It didn't sit well with him at all that Regina was gone, but he had to be neutral right now.
Tristan had to think about that next request for a moment. "I will have to get back to you on that, unfortunately. But there is a possibility that you may be able to. There are a few babies in the Infant Barn. You should go check them out and see which one you get attached to and we can go from there." He wasn't sure if it would be possible for him to allow students to adopt, given the current climate of the school, but he would do his best to make it happen.
That next...statement of sorts...though shocking didn't really surprise him coming from Jessa. He knew about her undead experiments. "Yes, well, most pets typically are living." He said with a small grin.
See? He did get her concern. With so many privileges already being taken from them, she was almost sure Dexter would become another causality. The 7th year relaxed all the more at his words. Legally hers. Not even the Headmaster could take him. "Good." She said firmly. "Thank you, Professor." Jessa had had enough of those in charge taking things she worked hard for.
"I'll go have a look when I go to check on Dexter. It'll be good to have him socialize with it too so he can be used to it when they're all each other has left." Wayland wasn't entirely sure it would be possible but it was better to take the precaution. No sense trying to suddenly make her not so baby aethonan friends with another horse at the last minute. That had bad idea written all over it.
The fact he didn't entirely freak at her latter statement was one of the reasons she genuinely liked the man. Taking Einstein and trying to mirco-manage her experiments in the start aside, he was actually pretty understanding about things. She stood to leave, figuring she would hit the stables while she was out here when another thought struck her.
"Hawthorne's gone....and so is Hirsch. It might be a bit much to ask, but, if it ever came to it...would you help me keep Archimedes and Tiberius?" Her undead felines had come a long way, to the point you'd never know they were dead unless she told you and it spoke to the amount of work she put in. Literal years of work. "They were sanctioned by both....I just...don't want Headmaster Scrimgeour getting any ideas."
And she wasn't of the impression she was in any position to defend herself or her babies. Some backup would be nice.
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Tristan plucked a grape off of the cheese plate and popped it into his mouth. He needed something to do with his hands or the anxiety would bubble over and he would be come a complete mess.
He was glad when the other man finally spoke. "Yes, well, imagine how we long terms felt. Completely blindsided." His anger rose for a moment. Regina didn't deserve any of this. Shaking his head he took another grape. "Honestly, Foster...I don't know what you can do. A lot of the kids wont lie down for this. They are going to make it difficult. There are Professors that wont either." He wasn't going to mention he was one of them...but that pretty much went without saying.
When Foster brought up Kalen, a slow smile crossed his lips. He looked up at the picture of the two of them in Greece on his mantle, and back to Foster. "Well, Kalen can become quite," he had to think of a good way to put this, "green when it comes to me, especially when he thinks someone is flirting." Foster had been particularly nice to him in a way that seemed flirtatious at the feast and well...the Slytherin in Kalen decided to make it's way out. "He's more than just a friend." Tristan made a pointed glance at Forster and hoped he understood what he meant, but it would be difficult not to. The smile on his face said everything.
Foster put his hand to his forehead and rubbed his fingers back and forth. It was all so much to take in. "I really can't imagine what you all must be feeling right now." He had never been in such a situation before and once again felt out of place. Those poor students as well. He was struggling trying to figure it all out as an adult, they were far too young to be dealing with it.
His eyes followed Tristan's glace to the mantle and noticed the picture of the two professors. "Oh, I do apologize if I upset him. I had no intentions other than simply getting to know you better." He did not need another enemy or battle on his hands. "You two do make a lovely couple." He smiled at the joy and love on Tristan's face. It was certainly a welcomed happiness in the chaos of the year.
He sat his plate on the table and stood up. "I really must be going. Thank you so much for meeting with me and giving me a second chance." It was going to be a long year and he needed to know he was fighting for the right side.
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See? He did get her concern. With so many privileges already being taken from them, she was almost sure Dexter would become another causality. The 7th year relaxed all the more at his words. Legally hers. Not even the Headmaster could take him. "Good." She said firmly. "Thank you, Professor." Jessa had had enough of those in charge taking things she worked hard for.
"I'll go have a look when I go to check on Dexter. It'll be good to have him socialize with it too so he can be used to it when they're all each other has left." Wayland wasn't entirely sure it would be possible but it was better to take the precaution. No sense trying to suddenly make her not so baby aethonan friends with another horse at the last minute. That had bad idea written all over it.
The fact he didn't entirely freak at her latter statement was one of the reasons she genuinely liked the man. Taking Einstein and trying to mirco-manage her experiments in the start aside, he was actually pretty understanding about things. She stood to leave, figuring she would hit the stables while she was out here when another thought struck her.
"Hawthorne's gone....and so is Hirsch. It might be a bit much to ask, but, if it ever came to it...would you help me keep Archimedes and Tiberius?" Her undead felines had come a long way, to the point you'd never know they were dead unless she told you and it spoke to the amount of work she put in. Literal years of work. "They were sanctioned by both....I just...don't want Headmaster Scrimgeour getting any ideas."
And she wasn't of the impression she was in any position to defend herself or her babies. Some backup would be nice.
"Your welcome." Tristan said with a nod and a small smile. He was glad to see the tension release from her shoulders. He knew how all of these new rules were affecting everyone and wasn't surprised of her concern about her winged horse. He would probably be knocking down the door of his creatures professor had something like this happened during his time at Hogwarts.
"Sounds good to me. If you need any help just let me know. Socializing with horses of any breed is always good so you know how they treat each other. Some horses can be down right mean, so I totally agree with you wanting to do that." He had seen too many broken wings, bites, and even broken legs on Winged or non-winged horses, so her plan was definitely good. Tristan hoped she found a horse that mixed well with Dexter.
Tristan watched as the head girl stood to leave and listened to her request. Though he didn't agree with her experiments, he understood how much she cared for the undead cats. "Of course, Jessa. If Headmistress Hawthorne and Professor Hirsch both allowed it, then I will too." He wasn't sure if that defined his loyalties to the young lady, but he was sure she would get the hint. He had none towards Scrimgeour.
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Foster put his hand to his forehead and rubbed his fingers back and forth. It was all so much to take in. "I really can't imagine what you all must be feeling right now." He had never been in such a situation before and once again felt out of place. Those poor students as well. He was struggling trying to figure it all out as an adult, they were far too young to be dealing with it.
His eyes followed Tristan's glance to the mantle and noticed the picture of the two professors. "Oh, I do apologize if I upset him. I had no intentions other than simply getting to know you better." He did not need another enemy or battle on his hands. "You two do make a lovely couple." He smiled at the joy and love on Tristan's face. It was certainly a welcomed happiness in the chaos of the year.
He sat his plate on the table and stood up. "I really must be going. Thank you so much for meeting with me and giving me a second chance." It was going to be a long year and he needed to know he was fighting for the right side.
Tristan looked over at the other man and gave him a small sad smile. "Be glad that you can't." The anxiety of it all was slowly eating at Tristan and he wasn't sure what he would do if any of the old crew were to be sacked. He wasn't sure he could handle it.
"I know that, no reason to apologize." Tristan said with a smirk. They actually hadn't told any of the staff yet, mostly to keep things discreet. "Thank you. It was...a long time coming." He said with a small smile, looking down at his hands, hoping he hadn't made a mistake in telling Foster this. They barely knew each other.
"Of course, I believe in second chances for those that are deserving," Tristan replied with a smile as he stood. He frowned just slightly before saying, "Foster, I would really appreciate if you kept what I just told you about Kalen and myself quiet. You are the only one that knows, and we want to keep things discreet. It's new...most of our friends don't even know yet." Tristan hoped the man understood how much trust he was putting in Foster at the moment. He put his hand out to shake the other man's hand, as if that would seal some sort of secret pact between them.
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Tristan looked over at the other man and gave him a small sad smile. "Be glad that you can't." The anxiety of it all was slowly eating at Tristan and he wasn't sure what he would do if any of the old crew were to be sacked. He wasn't sure he could handle it.
"I know that, no reason to apologize." Tristan said with a smirk. They actually hadn't told any of the staff yet, mostly to keep things discreet. "Thank you. It was...a long time coming." He said with a small smile, looking down at his hands, hoping he hadn't made a mistake in telling Foster this. They barely knew each other.
"Of course, I believe in second chances for those that are deserving," Tristan replied with a smile as he stood. He frowned just slightly before saying, "Foster, I would really appreciate if you kept what I just told you about Kalen and myself quiet. You are the only one that knows, and we want to keep things discreet. It's new...most of our friends don't even know yet." Tristan hoped the man understood how much trust he was putting in Foster at the moment. He put his hand out to shake the other man's hand, as if that would seal some sort of secret pact between them.
He was thankful for Tristan's kind words and the feeling that there was hope for a friendship. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of telling a secret that isn't mine to tell. Put your mind at ease, my lips are sealed." He reached out and took Tristan's hand to shake and gave him a smile.
His eyes scanned the room once more. "You really do have a lovely home out here. Thank you for sharing lunch with me. I do hope we can get together again soon." He gave Tristan one last look of understanding, hoping he felt at ease with the safety of his secret, before turning and heading out the door and back towards the castle. His mind was full of new details and his heart ached over what had happened at Hogwarts and the unknown to come.
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All of his things were packed. He couldn't believe this was happening, but at the same time he wasn't surprised.
As Tristan locked the door to his hut, Ash flew to his shoulder, giving him a somber song that made him feel slightly sadder. "I know friend, but things happen for a reason. It will be okay." With a few quick flicks with his wand no one would be able to enter that hut.
He left a note on the door, and on the rather large tent bag that was on the porch. He grinned thinking about forcing the person taking his job to sleep in an old dusty wizard tent. But the hut was his and he would be back for it when term was over.
Tristan gave the hut one last look over. "You ready Ash?" The bird coo'ed another sweet song and flew into the air just high enough that his tail was over Tristan's head. His bag on his back, filled with only the essentials, he gripped Ash's tail and in a burst of flames, they were gone.
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Alek, his sweet love Hera, wrapped around his neck as usual, stalked up to the ugliest hut he had ever seen in his entire life. It was interesting that he was taking Tristan's place seeing as they had met each other during their University time. It was even more interesting because Tristan had taken his place at Durmstrang when he got the job at the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic. My how that tables have turned. A sneaky little grin passed over his lips at the thought.
As he made his way up the steps to the door of the hut, he saw a note:
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You will not be staying in my hut. There is a tent on the porch.
Tristan Wayland
Alek tried shook his head and attempted to pull open the door but it wouldn't budge. It was almost as if it had been super glued down. He waved his wand around the door, whispering some incantations, but nothing worked to open it. Was he surprised? Slightly. The other man hadn't known it was Alek that would be staying here. He was sure if he had known...well...there would have been a much ruder note left and far more protection and preventative spells around the hut. The two didn't get along. Mostly because Alek enjoyed experimenting on creatures.
He was not surprised, however, to find the not so nice and expletive filled note left on the tent bag. He shook his head with a sigh, and with a flick of his wand, the magically extended tent set itself up. He pushed open the flap to discover the most basic of necessities. There was a bed, a shower, toilet, sink, and a small kitchen. The python around his neck teased her tongue against his cheek. He rubbed her gently while looking around. "Not to worry, Hera, we will be fine here," he said in a slight Bulgarian accent.
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First the guilt that came from what had happened with the Astronomy professor and now the betrayal that he couldn't even begin to understand from the professor who inspired him the most, Professor Wayland. Derf was an internal mess and while he appeared as though he was holding it all together, his mind was a disaster and each night he fell asleep absolutely exhausted mentally. He had been putting off coming down for a private meeting with this...impostor...but it was impossible to ignore the free period that had, until his firing, been taking up by the private lessons Professor Wayland had graciously been giving him on creature healing and more intensive study on whatever the creature of the week or month was. As much as he did not wish to support things, he also had his own future to consider and despite the manner in which Professor Wayland had departed the Hufflepuff had to cling to the hope that the man would not be disappointed in him for trying to salvage something here. To try to continue to press forward with his own academic pursuits.
There came a bit of relief when he found that note pinned to the former professor's door. It reminded him a little of the rumors he had heard about the gargoyles not allowing the Headmaster into the Headmistress' former office to start. But right....a tent...which was, right there. Er...right.
"Um....hello?" he called out a bit nervously. How did one even knock on a tent?
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First the guilt that came from what had happened with the Astronomy professor and now the betrayal that he couldn't even begin to understand from the professor who inspired him the most, Professor Wayland. Derf was an internal mess and while he appeared as though he was holding it all together, his mind was a disaster and each night he fell asleep absolutely exhausted mentally. He had been putting off coming down for a private meeting with this...impostor...but it was impossible to ignore the free period that had, until his firing, been taking up by the private lessons Professor Wayland had graciously been giving him on creature healing and more intensive study on whatever the creature of the week or month was. As much as he did not wish to support things, he also had his own future to consider and despite the manner in which Professor Wayland had departed the Hufflepuff had to cling to the hope that the man would not be disappointed in him for trying to salvage something here. To try to continue to press forward with his own academic pursuits.
There came a bit of relief when he found that note pinned to the former professor's door. It reminded him a little of the rumors he had heard about the gargoyles not allowing the Headmaster into the Headmistress' former office to start. But right....a tent...which was, right there. Er...right.
"Um....hello?" he called out a bit nervously. How did one even knock on a tent?
Alek was in the midst of lesson plans when he heard a male voice outside of his tent. He looked up, glaring between the separation of the tent flaps, to see a student standing just outside.
Why would a student ever come to a teacher's quarters unless summoned? Was this child an insolent fool? Is this the way things worked at Hogwarts? They really had their work cut out for them. With a small growl to himself, Alek stood and walked over to the entrance, pushing open the flap of his tent, and walked outside with a grimace.
He eyed the young man before him wearily. "Why are you here?" He said in a deadly quiet tone. He quickly noted that this young man was a prefect. Alek crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the boy.
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Alek was in the midst of lesson plans when he heard a male voice outside of his tent. He looked up, glaring between the separation of the tent flaps, to see a student standing just outside.
Why would a student ever come to a teacher's quarters unless summoned? Was this child an insolent fool? Is this the way things worked at Hogwarts? They really had their work cut out for them. With a small growl to himself, Alek stood and walked over to the entrance, pushing open the flap of his tent, and walked outside with a grimace.
He eyed the young man before him wearily. "Why are you here?" He said in a deadly quiet tone. He quickly noted that this young man was a prefect. Alek crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the boy.
Well...this all answered his wonderings as to whether or not this man knew about the additional lessons Derf had been taking and had scheduled. Not to mention there were no rules nor expectations about students not seeking their professors in their, er, quarters ... since this was the only office that the Creatures professor had ever had.
Though Derf would suggest a doorbell or something. Or, well, he WOULD if he felt like this bloke would appreciate suggestion.
"Derfael Ashburry-Hawthorne, sir," he introduced. Didn't seem like the man knew his name either. "I....Professor Wayland and I had scheduled advanced private lessons for this time..." Did he need to explain more?
Probably.
"I'm an aspiring magizoologist...looking specifically to go into the healing and rehabilitation of creatures."
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Well...this all answered his wonderings as to whether or not this man knew about the additional lessons Derf had been taking and had scheduled. Not to mention there were no rules nor expectations about students not seeking their professors in their, er, quarters ... since this was the only office that the Creatures professor had ever had.
Though Derf would suggest a doorbell or something. Or, well, he WOULD if he felt like this bloke would appreciate suggestion.
"Derfael Ashburry-Hawthorne, sir," he introduced. Didn't seem like the man knew his name either. "I....Professor Wayland and I had scheduled advanced private lessons for this time..." Did he need to explain more?
Probably.
"I'm an aspiring magizoologist...looking specifically to go into the healing and rehabilitation of creatures."
Hearing the young prefect's response, made a very suspiciously malevolent smile spread across the man's face. Hera, as usual, wrapped loosely around his neck, gave a little hiss of approval as if she knew the man's thoughts.
"Welcome, Mr. Ashburry-Hawthorne. I am Professor Petrov," his Bulgarian accent came out thicker on the pronunciation of his last name, and though he sounded welcoming, he didn't look it. "Are you his only student taking advanced lessons?" He said the last two words of that question with his fingers making air quotes, as if to say anything Wayland did was nowhere near advanced. At least, not to his level of advancement.
Healing huh? Alek gave the young man a grin that would give any grown man a chill down his spine. "Healing and rehabilitation, you say? Well, I can definitely help you with that." He smirked, giving Hera a gentle rub under her snakey chin.
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Hearing the young prefect's response, made a very suspiciously malevolent smile spread across the man's face. Hera, as usual, wrapped loosely around his neck, gave a little hiss of approval as if she knew the man's thoughts.
"Welcome, Mr. Ashburry-Hawthorne. I am Professor Petrov," his Bulgarian accent came out thicker on the pronunciation of his last name, and though he sounded welcoming, he didn't look it. "Are you his only student taking advanced lessons?" He said the last two words of that question with his fingers making air quotes, as if to say anything Wayland did was nowhere near advanced. At least, not to his level of advancement.
Healing huh? Alek gave the young man a grin that would give any grown man a chill down his spine. "Healing and rehabilitation, you say? Well, I can definitely help you with that." He smirked, giving Hera a gentle rub under her snakey chin.
THIS would be interesting.
Petrov. That name rang a bell, one of Jessa's friends who had graduated last term, and he was almost curious enough to ask if there was any association to be had between him and the former Ravenclaw...but the Hufflepuff was quickly taken by the reptile around the man's neck. "Wow...she's a beauty," he cooed almost affectionately. "She's...a ball python...right? Axanthic ball python?" Derf was not too familiar with this species save for the few occasions he had been dragged to the zoo - places he loathed.
Oh. The man was asking him something...so he ought to look at the man and not his familiar. But it was HARD because she was so stunning, you know?
"I...um...maybe?" He actually wasn't sure and couldn't really speak for everyone else in the entire school. "I am the only one at this time at least." There was another small look of relief when he was not denied this opportunity - and yes, he was naive enough to miss any undertones to the private conversation going on between the man and his python. "Really?! Thanks!" he chirped, excitement clear in his bright blue eyes. "Can we start now? Or...um...should I come back when you've had more time to prepare? Reschedule...and stuff?"
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Petrov. That name rang a bell, one of Jessa's friends who had graduated last term, and he was almost curious enough to ask if there was any association to be had between him and the former Ravenclaw...but the Hufflepuff was quickly taken by the reptile around the man's neck. "Wow...she's a beauty," he cooed almost affectionately. "She's...a ball python...right? Axanthic ball python?" Derf was not too familiar with this species save for the few occasions he had been dragged to the zoo - places he loathed.
Oh. The man was asking him something...so he ought to look at the man and not his familiar. But it was HARD because she was so stunning, you know?
"I...um...maybe?" He actually wasn't sure and couldn't really speak for everyone else in the entire school. "I am the only one at this time at least." There was another small look of relief when he was not denied this opportunity - and yes, he was naive enough to miss any undertones to the private conversation going on between the man and his python. "Really?! Thanks!" he chirped, excitement clear in his bright blue eyes. "Can we start now? Or...um...should I come back when you've had more time to prepare? Reschedule...and stuff?"
Alek, surprised at the young man's knowledge about snakes, gave a little smirk. "That she is. Seems as if good old Wayland has taught you something after all." The way he said the name of the former Professor was full of malice and contempt. He was far from happy being in this blasted tent, but he would deal with it. For now...
Oh, Grindelwald's left shoe, was he going to have to tutor other students outside of class time as well? These Hogwarts children must be idiots. Though this one didn't seem to be. "Well, let's hope you are the only one." He said with a slight sneer.
Giving the young man a smirk, he bowed his head slightly, "Of course. I wouldn't want to deny an aspiring Magizoologist a proper education." He said with the same tone in which he spoke Tristan's name. In all honesty, he didn't have the time at the moment. Taking over a position in the middle of a term was a lot of work, and he needed to figure out some lesson plans that weren't total garbage like the lessons Wayland had left. "Come back tomorrow. Same time." He said with a nod and a knowing grin, that he was sure would be misinterpreted for happiness.
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Still admiring the snake a bit, the sixth year found himself shaking his head. He was just a bit too engrossed in the creature and the relief in knowing that his private lessons were not coming to an end to catch on to any of the more sinister tones to the man's speech. "Nah, that's my own self study," he explained. "Reptiles and amphibians have always been my favorite so I did loads of self study before Hogwarts." He really wanted to ask if he could hold her, but that permission was not the sort that the professor could give - that would be up to the python herself and, well, he was more than willing to have her slither along his arm and stuff...
"Great! Thanks!" he chirped again, assuming that mention of a proper education meant within the frame that Derf specifically needed. It was not the same as everyone else, after all. There was no need for the smile alone to be misinterpreted because everything up to this point had already been done so, the optimism briefly returning to the Hufflepuff. With the pattern of the other replacements from what he had experienced...it was only a matter of strictness and attention to rules. Less informal interactions and such...and for the sake of his future in magizoology, he was more than capable of keeping his posture straight and stuff. "See you then, Professor Petrov."
And then, without another word - because he assumed that meant he was to leave - the Hufflepuff turned and began making his way back to the castle.
That hadn't gone so bad.
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Intrigued by the young man's knowledge on reptiles, and the fact that he was self taught was very impressive. But if he was going to teach this young man anything he would have to test his knowledge first.
"See you tomorrow, Mr. Ashburry-Hawthorne." Alek said with a slight smirk. Oh he was going to test this young one out very well. He watched as the Prefect turned and made his way towards the castle.
He looked around, making sure that no other students were coming here to interrupt him before going back inside of his tent to finish the rest of his lesson plans. This would be an interesting term indeed.
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Aretha gripped her book tighly by the strap which was strung over her right shoulder. Biting her lower lip, she paused at a distance from the tent to survey the surroundings. She mostly cared about professors milling about; more precisely, Scrimegour and his stupid minions. Seeing no one around, the sixth year took more steps until she was closer to the tent. You can bet that she had waited until Petrov was away to come here.
Aretha lowered her bag, unzipped it and reached into it. From it emitted soft clanking- the sound of cans being knocked about. A second later, a can of spray paint came away in her neatly manicured hands. A small, evil smile graced her pretty face.
Defacing the stupid tent?
Count her in.
Aretha crept forward until she was right in front of it. Knowing that she possibly didn't have much time, rather rude and obnoxious words were started to get drawn in large letters.
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Make no mistake, Jessa Cambridge wanted no part of that girl’s narrative. None. The Ravenclaw was on her way to the stables to take care of Dexter and continue her search for a new foal. The LAST thing she needed was to see some girl DEFACING the PROFESSOR’S tent.
Holy kneazle.
Hfudgjendjekfidjf.
“What are you doing???” She all but shrieked before common sense had a chance to kick in and convince her to turn and take the long way. It would’ve been so much easier pretending she hadn’t seen. As far as she was concerned, she was done enforcing rules if she was just going to get punished and told off for it.
But this...this right here.....Oh Merlin’s beard. Oh dear. Oh no.
“What on earth would possess you to do THIS??”
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Make no mistake, Jessa Cambridge wanted no part of that girl’s narrative. None. The Ravenclaw was on her way to the stables to take care of Dexter and continue her search for a new foal. The LAST thing she needed was to see some girl DEFACING the PROFESSOR’S tent.
Holy kneazle.
Hfudgjendjekfidjf.
“What are you doing???” She all but shrieked before common sense had a chance to kick in and convince her to turn and take the long way. It would’ve been so much easier pretending she hadn’t seen. As far as she was concerned, she was done enforcing rules if she was just going to get punished and told off for it.
But this...this right here.....Oh Merlin’s beard. Oh dear. Oh no.
“What on earth would possess you to do THIS??”
This was actually... fun.
Aretha was finding it to easy just to continue smiling evilly just as she found it easy to spray paint the tent. Her randomly chosen can happened to produce red paint which made her delighted. The brighter the graffiti, the better. Not even the outraged voice behind her killed her vibe. No way. Nothing was going to cramp her style.
Aretha finished off yet another rather rude word before turning to face Jessa. “Want a can? I’ve got a ton!’’ She jiggled the bag causing the cans to clank against each other. And yes, the Head Girl’s questions were deliberately ignored. “We’ve got to work fast though. I reckon old Alek will be back soon.’’
Without another word, the Slytherin turned back to her job. The can seem to whip by as she worked quickly. After she was done with this sentence, she would be on her merry way.
Alek had just finished up his duties at the barn when he turned the corner and saw his abode being defiled! WHAT IN GRINDEWALD'S NAME?!?!
With the most malevolent look on his face, Alek ran towards his tent, and wielding his wand yelled, "INCARCEROUS!" Pointing his wand at the student he didn't know, chains shot out quickly toward her. He pointed his wand at the Head Girl with a sneer and sent a Stinging Jinx at her that could bruise a bear.
He marched toward the girl with the spray paint jabbing his wand at her throat. "I don't think you know who your messing with child." His voice eerily quiet.
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Jessa had several questions, most notably whether this girl had COMPLETELY LOST HER MIND AND WAS JUST LOOKING TO GET HERSELF PUNISHED but in the moment, no words came. Mouth agape, Jessa stared first at the words written then to the can being offered to. While her first instinct was to run--and Jessa Cambridge did not run--her feet remained firmly planted. It was a mistake she was sure she would regret. This was a disaster in the making.
What happened in the next few seconds left her entirely blind sided. The Professor showed up, his wand was out, there was chains flying....a loud, shrill scream that she didn't realize was her own....and a searing pain shooting up her arm that she couldn't explain while her brain tried make sense of it all.
A glance down at her arm revealed bright, red marks in the wake of the burns left from the stinging hex. The shock of it all likely dulled the pain in the first few seconds.
Fight or flight? Forget those, Jessa's first instinct in crisis was to freeze, as she continued to do now. The situation had escalated quickly and she didn't know what to do. The wand at the idiot girl's neck was definitely an issue...one as Head Girl she was probably meant to deal with.......but "P-P-Professor..." was about as much as she could get out as the anxiety quickly moved in and the shock quickly moved out giving full vent to the pain of that hex.
Merlin's beard, this hurt.
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