Professor Morgan’s Hut
 

As John Entered the Room He Knew Hell Spend All of time Around Here...
He saw the great view that will be from the teachers desk at dawn..
He Hoped The Teacher Was nice As her hut was...

Barry carefully approached the door and looked behind him to make sure Jack was following "Nice cat" he remarked. Then approaching the door he saw a boy walk straight in. "Rule number one never enter a teachers office without knocking. I did once and I was attacked by surfboards" he then knocked on the door he muttered to Jack "Don`t prank..... yet anyway"

Jake bit his lip in worry and shuffled backwards a little. Shaking the slightest amount, Jake held Lolcat close and sat the kitten on his should to feel the comfort of warmth. When the cat was on his pedestal, he gave one loud MEW! and gave Jake a head-to-head nudge. "Thanks, you're very kind... and I'm sure Lolcat thinks so too," Jake stated, having to do that not-quite-spitting-but-where-it-seems-like-your-letting-air-out-in-short-blasts kind of thing to get ride of the cat fur on his lips and tongue; the result of Lolcat turning to face the opposite direction and pushing his tail practically in Jake's mouth whilst Jake spoke. "Puh!"

Nodding at the "always knock" comment, Jake also replied to the assumption about pranking, "I wasn't planning to..."

Not until I meet this lady... she may be a nice teacher.

Woah! Oxymoron much?

Reese walked up to the hut tht belongs to the new Professor.She took in a deep breath and walked up to the door and gently knocked 3 times.She stepped back and waited for someone to answer.She was always bad at making good first impressions on Professors.Let's hope this works out.She can't to detention on the first week of school.

Jake bit his lip and looked to Barry. "Erm.." he squeaked, nervously. "B-Barry and I wanted to come and... erm, great, you know, the Professors. Mainly the new ones... I... I think."

Well way to go Jacob, you made a great job of not acting like a compete idiot.

You're acting like a complete lunatic instead.

Lolcat brought attention to himself again, on Jake's shoulder, and Jake instinctively reached up to gently keep the kitten there. The kitten had a hungry glint in his eye, so Jake brought him down and held him securely.

"So... hi..." Jake finished lamely, wondering if Barry had anything to add, but instead ending up referring to that creature that Lolcat was glaring at. "What's that, Professor Morgan?" he asked, remembering her name. Jake loved animals.

"Good evening,Professor,"Reese said with a smile.She went inside the hut when she was welcomed in and looked around.The hut was so...adorable.The colors were so warming.She felt welcomed in here.She turned back to Professor Morgan. "I just wanted to come and meet our new Professor and welcome her to Hogwarts.I'm Reese Northway,"she told Professor Morgan.

"Well, I'm so glad you've come. I've been eager to meet all of my new students as well." she said, opening up a small tin that was on her desk and offering him a cookie. Noticing the protective way that he was holding his kitty, Iliana instinctively reached her hand up to Vincent and stroked his tiny head with one finger. "This is Vincent. He's my pet Snidget. I rescued him from the reserve when he was just a baby." she said, smiling happily at the memory.

"I don't believe I got your name, dear. What is it?" she asked.
"It is very nice to meet you, Miss Northway. And thank you so much for the warm welcome. That was very kind of you." she said sincerely. "Will you be attending my lessons this term?" she asked.

Jake grinned at the Professor; this was going better than it could have turned out with some professors...

Hold the phone... sniff... sniffsniff... Was that... sugar?! Jake inched forwards as he was offered a marvelous delight of wonders and joy... or as others may put it... a cookie. He sensed the sugar begin to take effect after so as little as the first nibble.

"Wow, a Snidget," Jake spoke up, feeling alot more comfortable. "I only saw one of those in my quidditch books... I wasn't impressed with the sport they had with them, but that was a long time ago, right? So, yeah, wow..."

Jake cradled Lolcat in the one hand as he finished the cookie, well aware he shouldn't eat another for... oh, say 3 years?

"My name?" Jake asked, distracted by the Snidget. He finally tore his eyes away from it-was it's name... Vincent?-and looked to the professor. Then the words made more sense. "Oh, my name. I'm Jacob Upstead, or most people call me Jake, and I'm a first year Hufflepuff." He didn't know why he added the last part, but it was probably something to do with the sugar giving him a kick-start. "Thank you for the cookie," Jake grinned again.

Good Evening professor I`m John Dorian I`m only A first year but i really wait to the third year to start CoMC Ya see i`m from Ireland me and my family are very fond of hiking and i have met so many Interesting creatures .. i hope learning about them would be as good as just seeing them in nature ... by the way where did you get that Awesome Snidget i have been hiking all my short life and never saw one

"Yes, that's correct. Thankfully, their use in Quidditch was banned centuries ago by Elfrida Clagg when she declared them an endangered species." she explained. Iliana pulled out a small bag from inside her robes and sat some tiny seeds in front of Vincent. "Well Mr. Upstead, its lovely to meet you and I am so glad that you decided to stop by."
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Dorian. I have been to Ireland on holiday a time or two. Simply breathtaking countryside!" she said. "I would love to hear about all of the creatures you've stumbled across. I am intrigued." she said. "As for my lessons, please join us if you find the time in your schedule. Real animal lovers like yourself and Mr. Upstead would be a real asset to my class."

Smiling her proud, motherly smile at Vincent, Professor Morgan stroked his feathers once more. "Well before I came to work here at Hogwarts, I held a position at the Modesty Rabnott Snidget Reservation." she explained. Leaning forward in her chair, she whispered, "And you see, this sweet angel's mother died when he was only a day old. So I raised him and he's been with me ever since." she said.

"Thank you for refrshing my currently terrible memory," Jake nodded. "I read quite a few of my books but you know, with reading things once some things don't get in, and all of this excitement just wipes your memory for a while. I'll be sure to read up some more... I love me my animals," Jake scratched Lolcat's ears to emphasize this, and the cat let out a satisfited MEEEW.

Jake smiled and nodded. "It was lovely to meet you too, Professor Morgan," he replied. "And I shall be sure to attend your Care of Magical Creatures class," Jake smiled, before looking up at Barry. "I should go... I promised somebody that I'd meet them, and they get a little sensitive."

After a last "Bye, and pleased to meet you," to both the other first year and the Professor, Jake headed for the door.

Barry had only steppe in and Jake was leaving. Oh well "Well um bye Jake2 he said and he stepped in and said to the professer "Its nice to um meet you professer. Whats your ah experiance?"

" Id Really Love That He Answered and if ill find time youll be sure to find amongst your student`s ..
and if you ever need help in some animal concerned task i would really love to help ya out... "
He smiled To her still amazed by the golden snidget..

"It's nice to meet you,Professor Morgan.Oh,it's no problem.I always go around and welcome some new faces,"Reese said with a smile."Oh,of course!I wouldn't miss Care of Magical Creatures for anything.It's like one of my best subjects."She smiled at the Professor.

Wow, Hogwarts was probably the hugest school you'd ever find in Scotland. Especially with those tricky moving staircases and all of the other stuff he hadn't encountered yet. Not only the inside but the outside was much, much bigger. Geeez, he could probably even get lost outside! Cam was planning to meet a professor and would probably the first ever professor he would talk to in person. Care of Magical Creatures, or whatever it was, sounded awesome and fun. He had some animal experiences in the muggle world but in Hogwarts, the animals were magical so it had to be twice the fun in everything.

There was still some dirt on his face and a small scrape with some red on it from the fall in the courtyard. Honestly he didn't want to try looking for the Hospital Wing or the bathroom since he was afraid to be lost in the school. He would have to try finding those later in case something else happened. Cam brought a cage with all three of his pygmy puffs which was held on his right hand.

Knock. Knock.

He was sure he'd heard a few students in the room so he'd probably just wait.

Professor Morgan nodded at him as he mentioned his love for animals once again. "We certainly have that in common." She said with a smile. As Jake began to leave, Iliana lifted her hand to give him a little wave and said, "Good evening, Mr. Upstead. Come to visit anytime."
Professor Morgan drew her attention back to the boy addressing her. "My experience? Now, do you mean my teaching experience or my magical creature background?" she asked politely. "Well why don’t I just give you both." She offered with a smile. "Let’s see…. before coming to Hogwarts, I taught Arithmancy at Beauxbatons. Are you familiar with the school?" She asked. "And as for magical creatures....I have been studying them for many, many years now. Oh and of course, there’s my time on the reservation to take into account."
"Thank you so much for the offer, Mr. Dorian. I will certainly keep you in mind if anything comes up." She said, picking up the cookie tin again and offering it to him. "Would you care for one?" she asked.
"Is it now? Well that is good news." Professor Morgan said. "It was always my favorite subject as well. I really hope you enjoy it this term. I have some interesting lessons planned. " She added, delighted to have such eager students. "Tell me, what types of creatures are you interested in learning about?"
"Come in, the door’s open. "Morgan called out.

" Yes Thank You... " He took A cookie and ate it..
" well Thanks And good Bye"

Reese smiled at Professor Morgan."Oh,I bet I will enjoy this term,"she assured the Professor.When she asked what creature she was interesting learning about,she replied,"Hippogriffs.They are fansinating creatures.Don't you think?What's your favorite creature,Professor?"

The boy carefully walked in and raised an eyebrow of how clean and neat it was. Were those leather chairs? Must've cost tons of money, I bet. He didn't want to take a seat in fear of breaking the "perfectness" of the room and the professor. Ah I really should've tried finding the bathroom or the Hospital Wing. I probably look like a person who's been playing out in the dirt! Cam put on a nervous face tried to smile yet it turned out to be crooked. Riiiight, he was here for a reason.

"... You must be Professor Morgan right?" He hoped he got the name right with his bad memory and all. "Well my mum works at a zoo in the muggle world so I'm really excited about your classes."

"I`m familiar with the school. I have a relative who attends the school. Arithmacy? What made you decide to switch to magical creatures? Wsn`t Arithmacy good?" he asked of cource he hated arithmacy himself but morgon didn`t have to.

Professor Morgan nodded in agreement. "Oh yes, Hippogriffs are wonderful creatures. For me, if I had to pick a favorite, it would be Vincent here. Golden Snidgets have become a passion of mine." she said, lifting him from his perch on her shoulder and cradling him in one hand. "Though before working on the Snidget Reservation, Abraxans were right on the top of my list. I guess they still are. They are so majestic."
"Yes, that's correct. And what is your name?" she asked. She listened as he spoke about his mother and smiled. "Well, that's wonderful. And I imagine that you've had a love for animals since just about birth then, huh?" she said, laughing softly. "Well, I have as well. And I look forward to having you in my class."
Iliana was feeling in the best of moods. So far she had already meet a handful of the nicest students and they seemed to just keep getting nicer. "Let me see how to explain it." she said, thinking for a moment before speaking again. "Well, it was my love for teaching that brought me to Beauxbatons and Arithmancy was just a bonus. Its a subject that I've always loved. But nothing could ever really compare to Magical Creatures as far as I was concerned and so when Hogwarts had this position open, I couldn't possibly refuse." she explained. "What about you, young man?" she asked, trying to remember if she had caught his name. "What do you like about Magical Creatures?"
Hearing a knock at the door, Professor Morgan looked up. "Please come in." she called out, setting Vincent back onto her shoulder, so that he wouldn't get nervous. "Hey!" She cried, in mock surprise when he nipped her on the ear. "I know, you don't always like company but learn some patience and be hospitable." she scolded.

Cam nodded his head after she asked if he had a love for animals ever since birth. It was too bad the family never really had a pet other than spiders and ants around the house back at home. His thoughts were interrupted by a person knocking at the door. Turning back to his attention at the professor he held up his cage for the pygmy puffs and gave her a nervous look. He really didn't know what to say. How do I explain this clearly...

"I'm Cameron Karsten, and I'm a first year here. And yeah, I guess I had a liking to animals since I was a child." He glanced to the orange, white, and green pygmy puffs. "I have a question too. My pygmy puffs, I don't know what to feed 'em! The only thing I have seen one eat was a spider."

She probably knew the answer to the question. Professor Morgan was a professor.

Barry was shocked by her next question. That was a tough one. He had never actually attended COMC apart from that year mr chicken bone guy was teaching and he hadn`t liked the subject. He was giving it a second chance now and he said "What I really like about COMC is........ the fact that it helps you be observent to everything around you".

Then he saw as Domnic again approached this hut "He`s fast" he muttered

"Well Mr. Karsten, its lovely to meet you. I thought that might have been the case." she said, with a wink. She peered inside the small cage as he lifted it up and said, "Well with pygmy puffs, you certainly can't go wrong with spiders. They'll eat just about anything though, so feel free to give them any scraps of food or whatnot that you can salvage from the dining hall. They don't need much, as small as they are, and eventually you will learn what each of them likes the best."
"That's true. I remember the first time I spotted a Bowtruckle, I almost stepped on it before I realized what it was. Since then, I'm always very careful whenever I go out for a stroll. That's very perceptive of you." She complimented.

Dominic was a tad startled when the voice that beckoned him to enter was not Brooks' voice at all. Sure he should have known from the feast that there was a new Creatures Professor, but the fifth year had quite a number on his mind since then.

Opening the door, he took notice of the quaintly decorated office; not at all what he would imagine someone involved with creatures to decorate their office as. Everything about it was welcoming and friendly. Except for one thing - actually several things. They were in the name of several students lingering and chatting, which meant a couple of choices: 1) Come back later 2) muffliato again or 3) Make the professor kick everyone out.

"Um. Hello Professor... ?" Oh yes, Dominic had evidently not remembered her name, but my was she pretty looking. Uhm, right... back on topic. "My name is Dominic Denton, a Fifth year Hufflepuff, and well," he gulped glancing nervously around again. "Do you think it'd be too much trouble to have a moment alone with you?"

Anything? Was she serious? He was trying to make them eat all sorts of food in the summer but it didn't seem to make them any happier at all. Or it was because his pygmy puffs were just too picky on their food. So little but so picky! He eyed his pets and raised an eyebrow. That prankster shop really needed to get some more disciplined pygmy puffs before trying to sell them.

There were delicious food in the Dining Hall so he could go experiment there later. Later though. He still had a few to say to Professor Morgan. A yellow puffball-ish thingy sat on her shoulder.

"Is that a pygmy puff? But it do--," he was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Cam turned around to see who it was but could only manage to open his mouth in horror. Dominic Denton.

What. Was. He. Doing. Here!? Deeep breaths. Heeehuuuuheeehuuuheeee. But really what was the guy doing here? He was almost about to mentally barf after thinking that Dominic would think about Care of Magical Creatures. No, no, no, no! The name "Dominic Denton" and "care" would never, ever go together. That was just plain... disgusting! The little boy's eyes started to glare like crazy at him.

"Yoouuuuuuu." He made his voice a whisper so only the meanie could hear it. Why would he need some alone time with Professor Morgan?

Via walked out of the castle to find herself on the ground of Hogwarts for the first time since they arrived. She better check on the new Professor for their care of Magical creatures. Well, she still remember the first care of magical creature they had at Belle's. She saw a girl, probably the same year as she was standing outside the door. The girl had already knocked and Via wasn't going to knock again. She waited there with the girl. glancing around, Via smiled. She was out again and it felt nice.

"Thank you" he said. Then hegot up as people started piling in "That means its time for me to be going now. It was nice meeting you professer and I hoped you think good of me Barry Weasley. Goodbye" he said and with that he left the hut towards somewhere else in the grounds

"Hello, Mr. Denton. Lovely to meet you, I'm Professor Morgan." she offered, motioning towards the chair in front of her desk. "Please come in and make yourself comfortable." she said. Glancing around at the other faces in the room, it didn't seem that 'alone time' was going to be a possibility any time soon. But seeing that he was a Prefect, maybe it was something important. She decided to ask. "Mr. Denton, I would be happy to set an appointment for you to come back when I'm less busy...or is there something that we can discuss right now?" she asked.
Iliana smiled and lifted Vincent off of her shoulder again so that Cameron could get a better look. "No, he's not a pygmy puff." she said, laughing slightly. "This is my pet snidget, Vincent. I rescued him from the Snidget Reservation that I worked for when he was just a baby." she explained. "But I did have a pink pygmy puff when I was your age and she seemed to prefer eating just about anything that got stuck in the corners or the cobwebs of our stables." she said. "In fact, Mr. Karsten if after a week or so, you notice that you are still having trouble getting them to eat properly, just bring them back to me and I will give them a thorough examination."
When Professor Morgan, heard yet another knock at the door, she looked over at the Hufflepuff Prefect and gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry Mr. Denton, but it seems like they just keep on coming." she said with a smile, turning her attention back towards the door. "Come in, the door is open." She called out again.
"You're welcome, Mr. Weasley." she said. "I was wondering when I was going get your name." She teased. "It was nice meeting you as well. Goodbye, Barry."

She wasn't lost. No matter what ANYONE said. NOT LOST.

Weeelll... Maybe just a teeny bit displaced. Wandering up to the a rather cute little hut infront of her, Poppy gave it a sideways look. It looked quite innocent. Maybe it was the CoMC teacher's hut.

That was probably right. Walking right up to the door, she knocked twice, took a step backwards... And almost fell into the mud.

Whoo, that was close.

While waiting for the Professor to respond - hopefully with some answers as to how he could possibly empty a room, Dominic mistakenly let his golden eyes wander to who was in the room. Thankfully one boy - Barry Weasley Ravenclaw - left the office, but that wasn't of Dominic's main concern. Oh no, it was the sound of coldness and 'Youuuuu', which caused chills to run up the fifth year's spine. Cameron; stupid first year tempered boy he had met in Diagon Alley.

Taking a deep breath in, the fifth year did what he knew best. He nodded curtly at the boy before turning back to face the prettiful Professor Morgan.

Except that was the sound of not one - not two - but THREE knocks at the door. It seemed that everyone wanted to meet this new professor, as she was quite popular. But Dominic was determined to follow the bidding of the ancient one. No first year was going to stand in his way of Hufflepuff Pride.

"Well, Professor Morgan," the fifth year began in his normal tone, before taking a seat in front of her desk and leaning forward to whisper to her. "An appointment for a later time might be necessary, but I suppose there is no harm in you reading this yourself." He continued thoughtfully; after all, he was just supposed to share the sonnet with each individual professor... how he did this, was his own creativity, right?

"It's just a little something I wrote... to erm... welcome you to Hogwarts," he nodded briefly, before uttering an imperturbable charm on the parchment he removed from his robe pocket, so that only Professor Morgan could read it. Handing it to the Magical Creatures Professor, he awaited her response...

The thing wasn't a pygmy puff? Snidget. Snidget. Cam was sure he read something about that in Quidditch through the Ages. Some sort of flying creature or something. He continued listening to her about how she once had a pink pygmy puff and it seemed to have a healthy diet. If that was true then how come his pygmy puffs didn't want to eat anything?! Skimming through one of those creature books could possibly help.

He went closer to her desk, juuuust to observe the little snidget.

Whenever he would face the guy every now and then, glare. Glare. Glare. Cam opened his mouth again in surprise when the boy took out his wand. Was Dominic going to hurt Professor Morgan? Not on his watch! He would have tackled that guy right to the floor if she wasn't in the room. Denton handed her a parchment and he was just dying to know what had written inside of it.

He really wasn't observing Vincent but would take a glance at the parchment every few seconds. In fear of possibly getting caught he took a few steps back and tried to memorize those two lines that were in it. More of like... a poem, he didn't know for sure.

Hm... why would he give her a parchment with a small poem on it? AHA! Cam knew it all of a sudden, it was so clear. Dominic liiiked Professor Morgan and he cast like a love spell on her and gave her a love poem! Yes, that was it. He must tell everybody! Everybody!

"Byee Professor Morgan. Nice meeting you! And you too Vincent," he said before leaving the hut.

Professor Morgan heard yet another knock at her door and smiled. It was such a treat being able to meet all of these new students. She certainly didn't get a welcome like this when she started at Beauxbatons. "Come in, come in. Its open." she called out.
"Well my door is certainly always open for you, Mr. Denton." she said as she took the piece of parchment she was handed. "What is wonderful gesture!" she exclaimed, tickled pink that he would think of such a thing. She quickly read over the poem and tried to control her facial expression from revealing the sudden confusion that she felt. The poem sounded so sad, so defeated. Not like a 'Welcome' at all. When she was finished reading, she sat it down on her desk and looked him in the eyes. "Mr. Denton, that was a beautiful poem. Thank you so much for sharing it with me." Having said that, she pulled out a small piece of parchment of her own and picked up her quill. Then she scribbled a quick note and handed it over with his poem.

SPOILER!!: Note

Quote:

Mr. Denton, If there is something additional that you would like to speak to me about, please stick around.

She couldn't put her finger on what it was but she had the strongest feeling that something was going on with Dominic. If only she could figure it out.
Iliana gave Cameron a questioning look as he stood up beside her desk. "Something the matter, Cameron?" she asked, holding the poem just out of his point of view. She smirked at him and then waved as he turned to leave. "Goodbye. Lovely meeting you as well."

Hearing someone shifting over by Professor Morgan's desk, Dominic looked over towards the little evil first year boy, attempting to decipher what he was up to. That was when something - though unclear to the fifth year - dawned on the boy as he suddenly had the urge to leave. And quickly too.

Eying the boy cautiously as he dashed from the hut, Dominic shook it off and turned back towards Morgan. He would have to figure out what firstie evil boy was up to later...

Smiling proudly upon hearing her greeting, Dominic couldn't help but allow the warmth to radiate through him. She certainly did have a way to make students, even those who weren't entirely bookworms, feel welcomed. But his smile quickly faded when her expression of excitement turned quickly to one of ... confusion!? Disappointment!? Oh noes! This wasn't how things were supposed to work out at all.

Gulping nervously, he nodded and offered a fake smile towards her when she agreed to it being a 'beautiful poem', but her tone said there was more.

Collecting the poem and the note that she had written and handed with his own parchment, Dominic's eyes narrowed as he read her neat cursive handwriting. She knew; that was it! He was doomed for and if he stuck around then perhaps she would see him an unfit prefect... And turn him into the Headmaster. NO! He couldn't let her do that! He would have to leave, as there was no choice. No other way... He had to finish the task he was assigned.

"No Professor Morgan, that will be all," the fifth year told her, attempting to speak in a relatively calm tone. Or at least one to be perceived as such. "Thank you for your time and I should be off now. See you in your lesson," he smiled politely towards her as he rose and left her hut. Two more professors on the grounds - he could do this!

Via heard a voice coming form the inside say the door's open and they could get in. She smiled. It was the voice of the new Professor. Via opened the door and peered at the room. Oh, There were a lot of students inside. The Professor had been welcomed by lot of students now. Via just entered as a higher student left the cabin. She glanced around her. This was her first time inside professor's place. "Good day Professor Morgan," Via greeted. "i was just wandering around and i decided to come and welcome you at Hogwarts." She smiled at the professor although she was still feeling a bit shy for she haven't done this before.

Entering with the girl just behind her some moments ago, she had a look around the room then grinned. "This would be an interesting year", she muttered. "Oh..Nice day to you, Professor Morgan", she greeted her new teacher with a smile.

She then glanced back at the girl that was behind her a while back. The girl wasn't familiar to her at all. She was completely new company. Although, she had seen the girl once, she didn't have a chance to know her. Curious about the girl, she smiled at her then said, "Uhm..Hello, I'm Angela, by the way, Angela Blaize. Uhm..what is your name? Is it your first time to be in this class?.." She waited for the girl's response.

Via saw the girl smiled at her and so she smiled back. She was a new face to her. Then the girl introduced herself, "Hello. I'm Vivianne," Via said beaming at the Angela. She shook her head when she asked her if it's er first time in Care of Magical creatures class. "No actually," she answered, "I've had it since first year back at Belles."

"You're a first year, i guess," she said.

"Oh, yeah. In my first year. And..know what, I think..Care of Magical Creatures, sounds like adventure..actually" She replied.

"Hmmm." Via said, "It's a great subject. You'll really have a hands on experience with different creatures." It wasn't her best subject but she enjoys it.

Feeling the sense of urgency in young Dominic actions, Iliana decided not to press the issue further. He was old enough to decide for himself whether or not he needed someone to talk to. That being said, she would have to remember to keep a watchful eye on this one. Just in case. "Alright Mr. Denton, if you really must go..." she started. "Thank you once again for the poem and have a lovely day." she called out to him as he left.
"Good day to you as well, dear. And what is your name?" she asked politely. "Thank you for the warm welcome. That was very kind of you. Will you be attending my lessons this term?" she asked.
"Hello and same to you. Is this your first term here at Hogwarts?" she asked.

"Yes, Professor Morgan," Via said politely. "I am Vivianne Nat. A third year Gryffindor. And i will definitely attend your class, Professor."

She was really looking forward to outdoor classes. "I wasn't planning to stay for long Professor," she said. "It was definitely nice to see you in person before we actually begin our lessons." She was in a hurry to go back to the castle again and she didn't know why. "I guess i'll just see you at your class, Professor Morgan." She smiled at her. Via just hoped she'll do good in her class...

"Very nice to meet you, Miss Nat. I myself was a Gryffindor during my time here at Hogwarts. Truth be told, so was my entire family." she told her, proudly. "Well, I will see you soon then. Goodbye."

It was nice to know she was in Gryffindor before. Does that tells that Gryffies are her favourite? Via didn't thought so. She was fair enough by her looks. She'll be a lovely Professor, she thought. "Thank You, Professor. I'll go ahead."

Waving goodbye at Angela, Via opened the door leading to the grounds and left the hut. She headed back to the castle.

Noticing that Professor Morgan was finally free, Candi sprung on the opportunity to introduce herself. "Hello, I'm Candi Clodfelter," She said enthusiastically shaking her hand, " I can't wait until your class begins, I have always have a special spot in my heart for animals." She announced, " I have a cat named Kai upstairs, she is beautiful really, I hope I can introduce you to her sometime."

Iliana couldn't help but giggle at the exuberant Hufflepuff as she bounded up towards the door. She was adorably energetic and was the first student to actually shake her hand. "Well hello there Miss Clodfelter, its so nice to meet you!" she said with a smile. "Please come inside and make yourself comfortable."

Noticing that Vincent was starting to get restless again, Iliana lifted him off of her shoulder and set him on her desk. She laid out a few more seeds in front of him and pat him on his tiny head. "You sit here and stay put." she said, taking a seat nearby and turning to face the girl once again. "So dear, tell me about your kitty. Have you had her long?" she asked.

Ross walked down towards care of magical creatures with a hole in his heart and he thought the only way that he could heal it a little bit is going to see if there was anything he could do for his favourite class care of magical creatures but he was still missing Astrid. Knocking on the door he sighed waiting for it to be answered by the new teacher Professor Morgan.

"Excuse me, one moment." She said, hearing another knock at the door. "Come in, the door open." she called out.

Ross jumped out of his daze and walked in "Hello miss" he said "My name is ross"

Ross decided that he should listen to this teacher so walking over to the comfy chair he looked around the room and noticed various things stationed around it "Well i am here to offer my help on anything that needs done" Ross said as he made himself comfortable on the chair that he was now sitting on.

"Of course" Ross said truthfully "Care of magical creatures is my favourite lesson.

"Thank you professor," Candi said, accepting the invitation inside.

"Kai is amazing!" Candi said exuberantly," I have had him since our last break, I went on a vacation to Hawaii with my family and found him there. I was walking along the beach when I saw him. He was only about 6 weeks old and my theory is that he lost his family. I took him to vet and surprisingly he was in perfect health! I named him Kai because it means Ocean in Hawaiian. He hasn't left my side since that fateful day and is a spoiled rotten little prince. Do you have any pets?"

"Really? That's excellent." she said. "I think you'll enjoy them." she added, thinking about her upcoming lesson. "Please excuse me for one moment." she said hearing another knock at the door.
Iliana stood up and walked over to the door, swinging it open to see a young blond boy standing just outside. "Hello there. Please come inside and make yourself at home." She said with a warm smile. "I'm Professor Morgan. How can I help you?"
"Aww! What a wonderful story! It was meant to be then. " Iliana nodded when Candi asked if she had pets and pointed at him proudly. "I do in fact. Mr. Vincent here has been with me for two years now. He's spoiled rotten too." she whispered playfully. "But I'm to blame. And quite honestly ...I wouldn't have it any other way."

Chris walked across the grounds to the Care of magical crearures profeessor's hut. he knocked waiting for a reply

The door opened just as he finished chewing. With a warm slightly shy smile William entered the hut and nodded at the others. "I thought I'd introduce myself and see if perhaps you could help me. I'm William Cullack by the way." He said in a small voice. He was always nervous around authority figures. "You see, I got this card in History of Magic, but I can't seem to find any information on it." He held it out, showing the name, Lord Stoddard Withers. "I figured you could give me a clue as to what he did. All I know is that he breed flying horses and that he died in 1769." He stopped, hoping he wouldn't get into trouble for asking another professor for help. Second guessing was his way of trying to calm himself, but he was in too much now, there was no stopping him. "I guess what I'm trying to ask is, is there anything you know about him?" He asked, his blue eyes pleading with her.

Hearing a knock once again, Professor Morgan called out, "Come in, the door's open."
"Lovely to meet you, Mr. Cullack. I will certainly do my best." She said, with a smile. At hearing his request, Iliana walked over and pulled a large, old book off the shelf. Opening it toward the center, she leafed backwards through the pages until she found what she was looking for. "Here we are." she said, bringing it over to her chair and placing it on her lap. "I studied Lord Withers during my first few years here at Hogwarts. I didn't learn a lot because there weren't great records kept on the man, but you're welcomed to what information I have." She said, turning the book around so that he could get a better look. "Read this and see if it helps." she said, pointing out the paragraph.

Quote:

Lord Stoddard Williams (1642–1769) was a magizoologist who bred winged horses. He created a sport that combined elements of polo and Quidditch. It was played on winged horses instead of brooms. The sport never became popular.

"It seems like the only other piece of information for you in here is that he created a new sport. Unfortunately, that's all I have for you as well." she said. "I do hope it helps a little."

Chris walked into the hut after he was called in. "Hello Professor Morgan, Im Chris Potter." Chris smiled as he walked across the room and shook her hand. "I was just wondering do youo think we might have an animal hospital on the grounds this year?" he smiled as he tried to remember the details. "Um you know where we could go and help the magcial creatures and such."

"There's so many reasons I can't choose one," muttered Daphne as they finally arrived. The murmurs of visitors warned her to stay back but the initial intention had been to meet the Professor. Sweeping a golden glance at Celandine, Daphne sighed. "Should we knock? Or silently slip in...?"

Why did she just whisper that conspiratorially? And what was with this sudden shifty mood?

Celandine smiled brightly and looked about the outside of the hut. It was kind of nice but the steps to Masterson's hut were much better for sliding on.

"We knock of course," Celandine responded, using Daffneee's hand to knock politely on the door, her voice at a regulated tone and yet loud enough to be heard within, "What kind of saddles do you think are better?" Cela asked Daphne curiously, "I read a few books on the subject of saddle care and it got me thinking that probably the saddles here haven't been conditioned in a while. And Daphne it was a good idea you had about coming down here because we can help condition the saddles and learn more about saddle care in the process. You are so smart Daaaaffneee!" Cela chattered.

Daphne stared incredulously at her fist as it knocked on the heavy wooden door with the aid of Celandine. "What are you doing?" she asked more her own hand than Cel. Then turning her head, it was Cel's face turn to be stared in disbelief. "I beg your pardon?"

If Daphne didn't know any better, somehow she was being placed as the person responsible for this entire shenanigan. "Yes, I am smart but what are you trying to--," muttered the blond trailing off, waving her captured fist from side to side. "Do..you...mind--returning my hand that is."

Personal space being personal after all.

And wait a minute--what about conditioning--Had she just been tricked into doing manual labor?! "I'm sorry...what?" squeaked Daphne in a panic.

Oh. No. No. She didn't use her hands for such things. Daphne had Davis to take care of such things.

"Oh you know, what we were talking about upstairs? Saddles. And because you are smart and you know what you are doing, it will be safer if you help me." Celandine smiled brightly and innocently, "And you might earn some points for Gryffindor for your neat idea to help out." Cela added, "It was a very good and helpful idea. I wonder if we will get to ride Abraxans again this term?" Cela mused, "Even if we don't, it is still important that the gear is all looked after and cared for."

Cela let go of Daphne's hand after giving it a comforting and almost apologetic squeeze, "I'm going to need someone who is good at following instructions and smart to read from the books while I condition the saddles." Cela added helpfully. Sheesh. Slytherins were so much easier to work with.

"Daphne your hair looks almost as nice as mine today." Cela added thoughtfully before knocking politely on the door again and stepping back behind her Gryffindor friend.

"Its very nice to meet you, Mr. Potter." she said, shaking his hand. "Actually, I have something very special planned for the students this term. If one-on-one time with the magical creatures is something that you've been looking forward to then I can assure you, you will not be disappointed." she said. "Just plan on attending my first lesson." she hinted. "I would tell you more, but that might spoil the surprise."
Hearing a knock at the door, Iliana turned from Chris and hurried to the door. "Good day ladies. Come in, come in." she said, ushering them inside. "What can I do for you today?"

Daphne gawked at Celandine's backside with a mixture of shock and disbelief.

The nerve! Her hair would beat anyone's any day! She would have gone on to proclaim so if the Care of Magical Creatures didn't prove to be so efficient and had immediately ushered them inside. Not willing to be the only one without manners, the Gryffindor girl placed a hand on Cel's back and stepped inside with her.

"Good day, Professor," chirped Daphne glancing sideways at the Ravenclaw friend. "We are here to..." she paused, trying to find a suitable way of approaching things but quickly gave up. "Inquire about saddles."

Miss Hopton sighed, slightly leaning into Cel. It couldn't be helped. Daphne had already stepped into this thing.

Chris smiled at professor Morgan. "Then that will be very exciting then. Because last year i got to help take care off a baby unicorn. I will definatly be attending your first lesson." he laughed

William watched with wonder on his young face as he looked at the somewhat thick book. "Wow, my cousin would love a book like that." He mused as he listened to the next bit of information. "A game inventor eh? That is definitely interesting." He looked at the small bit of information, memorizing it easily. "Polo, that's a Muggle thing right?" he added frowning before shaking his head, "Thank you very much professor." He replied, remembering his kindness.

Now that he didn't feel as if he'd completely fail History he relaxed a bit."I'm sorry for cutting my visit short professor, but I must be starting on my homework now. I look forward to your first lesson. " He said bowing slightly, his blue eyes tinkling brightly. Now that he knew where to begin, the rest would be easy.

"Hello Professor... Morgan?" Celandine asked uncertainly, not quite sure she had the CoMC professor's name right.

Celandine offered up an innocent look to her friend before stepping into the hut alongside Daphne. She smiled brightly as Daphne spoke and leaned against her, offering a consoling pat on her shoulder.

Sometimes people forgot that Cela was a Toussaint too.

"Yes, saddles." Cela agreed, "Daphne and I were talking, because she has all these history books," Cela jabbed Daphne's pockets gently, "And one of her books talks about historical use of saddles on flying horses in the wizarding world as well as for other flying creatures for those witches and wizards that aren't comfortable flying bareback; which got us to talking about how the saddles here probably haven't been used for a while, so Daphne had a good idea about coming to see you and we thought we might ask if you would like us to condition the gear that is here."

Cela paused, "I was kind of interested to see what kind of leathers and hides react to which kind of solutions too. As well as how the altitude effects different saddles. Kind of an experiment in Care of Magical Creatures, History of Magic and Potions all in one." Cela took a breath and smiled brightly at the Professor.

Oh, yes, the ruddy books, thought the blond giving her robes' pockets a cautionary pat. Celandine had said she had an hour to get them out of there before they returned to their normal size and...basically, have her robes implode. Nodding repeatedly, Daphne did not allow her awe to be too evident.

It was true. She knew Celandine to be a Ravenclaw but because her general hobbies seemed to be--uh--questionable, it made it difficult to remember that her IQ was above average.

"Studying the classes in theory is all good," added Daphne with a small smile, sweeping Cel' with a questioning look before proceeding. "But it's always important to lean from tactile experiences. The information reaches us more directly," enthused Hopton, shaking one hand in the air to gesture just how directly the info would be absorbed. "Don't you think? So..that's...what I was thinking..."

Or, supposedly anyways.

"Oh girls! What a fantastic idea for an experiment. I was just thinking to myself how in need of a good cleaning the Hogwarts saddles were. Are you sure you can handle the task? They are quite heavy. You’ll certainly want to have your wands with you. Did you bring them?" she asked, snatching a piece of parchment and sitting at her desk.

"Tell me ladies… have you had much experience with leather saddles?" she asked, scribbling down some notes in her perfect cursive writing. "Now, they've been oiled not too long ago so you won’t have to worry about that." She said, walking over towards the closet and flinging the door open. She reached inside and came out with a large wooden bucket. "You’ll need this. My glycerin soap and conditioner are all right here, as well as fresh, clean rags and some brushes. Let me show you where I keep the saddles." She said, leading the girls out the door and quite possibly to a chore that weren't aware they had volunteered for.

Once outside, she pointed towards the tack room and handed over the bucket along with the note she'd prepared. "Alright, looks like you're all set. Good luck and thanks so much."
"Oh and girls... if you run into any problems, I'll be right inside my office."
Returning to her office, Iliana saw there's was now someone new standing at her door. And with an owl by the looks of it. "Hello young man, can I help you?" she asked, slipping past him to hold open the door. "Come inside and tell me what seems to be the problem."

Maddox smiled, he was a little nervous. Usually he didnt visit professors, but Asmara was sick and he wasnt sure what was wrong. "Hello Professor Morgan. I am Maddox Darcy." He followed her in to the room and noticed how tranquil it was. He might have to come here around NEWT's.


Mads sighed and replied, "It's my snowy owl. Her name is Asmara. She wont eat and wouldnt come to me when I tried to send a letter. It looked like something was wrong with her wing but she wont let me look. She snaps at me when I try." He was genuinly worried about Asmara. The fact that Professor Morgan was gorgeous, was effecting his nerves a bit.

"You are so right, Daphne!" Celandine enthused, her expression bright and innocent. Daphne's questioning look bounced off her. Daphne would figure it all out eventually. She was smart. Oooh and she was getting it now. Celandine nodded happily in agreement and looked up at the CoMC professor.

Celandine dutifully presented her wand, "I'm quite good at levitating heavy things." If she hadn't have promised Garret that she wouldn't tell anyone she had rescued him from the tree that time, then she'd have used that as an example but as it were she kept her mouth shut.

"I've had more experience with dragon hide, but some with regular leather, Professor." Celandine answered, happily. She noted where everything was kept, took an armful of what they'd need, and followed Professor Morgan outside, nodding as she listened.

"We don't need luck. Hard work is better than luck." Celandine responded, taking the parchment and looking at it.

"Thank you, Professor!" Cela called, not lifting her head from the instructions.

"Daphne. I think you are a genius." Cela said earnestly, "I bet you are quite good at overseeing things like this to make sure they are done properly?" Cela asked, offering the instructions to her Gryffindor friend. She turned to the saddles and levitated one to the saddle stand.

At the mention of wands, Daphne happily extracted hers from the inside pocket of her robes. On her lips danced a bemused smile, eyes easing on the Professor's face with curiosity. Was she being completely honest? What kind of witch didn't carry their wand with her at all times?

Daphne, rather reluctantly, followed the Professor outside having seen her f-f-f-person she was friendly with do the same. Whether she had been tricked or persuaded to participate in this wasn't of importance anymore. She couldn't let her f-f-person she was friendly with look bad, nor herself.

"Don't worry about us, Professor!" called Daphne more cheerfully than she trully felt, waving a small pudgy hand at her retreating backside. "We'll be just fine."

Hopton humphed heavily, taking the note of instructions from Celandine's hand. "You're very smart yourself, Celandine," cooed the blond with a small pout. "I'm glad we recognize each others' superior intelligence." Turning sideways, Daphne hummed, one finger tapping her chin rhythmically. "After putting the saddle on the saddle stand it says here to remove the stirrups, breast collar, cinches, and any other attachments...oh, this seems tedious," finished Daphne in a whisper. "You have strong arms. You'll do well!" almost apologizing for her bossy behavior, Daphne walked up to where Cela stood and clapped her enthusiastically on the shoulder. "You don't suppose this will count as extra credit do you?"

Oooh. Points!

"I know." Cela agreed to the 'smart' comment. She paused though and looked at Daphne, the superior intelligence thing sinking in and making her wonder why on earth the two of them were friends with Garret? He was... differently smart, Celandine figured. Satisfied with that self-answer, she listened to Daphne and immediately began to remove the attachments, "Strong arms? Not so much. But I am good at charms so I don't need to be physically strong to do this easily." Celandine neatly placed the attachments aside and turned expectantly to Daphne. Actually... Cela knew what she was doing but it was important Daphne was involved. More involved. Most involved.

"Extra credit? It might." Celandine shrugged, apparently unconcerned. After all that wasn't her reason for doing this; merely the reason she used to get Daphne involved.

Jillian walked up to the new Care of Magical Creatures Professor's hut, maybe befriend her and welcome her to Hogwarts. And since she was a CoMC Professor, there was no doubt she'd love her Tree Frog! She knocked thrice on the door and pushed the door open.

Surprisingly, she found her two friends--her fellow Pirates, if you will. "Daphne? Cela?" she said, looking at the both of them, "What are you two doing here?" She wasn't sure but she thought she caught that mischievous look in Cela's eye.

"Oh, you do seem the type!" exclaimed Daphne with a raised brow. Yes, Celandine did seem like the mischievous little witch with a knack for witty and useful charms. The kind to use them in a different way anyone else would. "I bet if you tried hard enough you could come up with your own charm. Mix two together and create a new string of charms patented to your name."

Fame. Prestige! Daphne could see it now. Day dreaming over her f--person she was friendly with' possible accomplishments, Miss Hopton became sparkly eyed.

"Oh...don't use that tone," reproached the pudgy blond with a guilty tone. "Extra credit isn't the only reason I'm doing this--I mean, sure, I won't say no to a few points, Merlin knows the Gryffindor Hourglass needs a few rupees, but of course--there's other beneficial things coming out of this!"

Like....Liiiiike...hesitated Daphne, bending over to pick up a stiff cloth from the bucket, having retained an odd shape from having been unwashed and left wet with soap and grime on it.

"For example, we get to bond--while we wipe off dust and dirt from the saddles with this yucky cloth."

Caught by surprise, Daphne let out a squeak and dropped the stiffened cloth, spinning on her heels in the process. Confronted with the ever familiar inquisitive look of Miss Jillian's, Hopton sighed. "Conditioning saddles," replied the third year truthfully.

After all, that's what they were doing...right?

"Jillian! Hi!" Cela greeted. How brilliant. How timely!

"Like the charm on my shoes." Cela agreed brightly. "Yes. Bonding; we haven't really done that without Metal-Mouth." Cela noted. She rolled her eyes and scourgified the cloth that Daphne was holding before turning to Jillian again.

"We are conditioning saddles. And Jillian, you should come to the library with me later and I'll show you some interesting charms that might come in handy for the next pirate adventure!" Celandine nudged Daphne, and picked up a dry cloth, " What do we do after wiping the dust and dirt off?" Cela began to do exactly that, gesturing to another stack of saddles and the empty stand next to hers so Jillian could get involved if she wanted.

Jillian grinned. "Oohh! Sounds fun!" she said excitedly. It was odd that the girl genuinely thought the task fun, that was most probably because she hadn't done it before and anything people usually described as 'new' Jillian called 'fun.'

"D'you two mind if I joined in?" she asked, already taking a seat next to Cela. Her Tree Frog, Eadric, slipped out of her pocket and hopped on one of the saddles. "Eadric, we en't using 'em yet. We need to condition 'em first, yeah?" And at that, she took a dry cloth and began wiping the saddle next to the one her little frog was perched on. Jillian nodded. "Sure, We can go and learn charms. I bet they'd be really helpful once we try meeting that Giant Squid that's s'pose to live in the Black Lake. Eadric and him are gonna be great friends, I can tell!"

"So," she began, trying to strike up conversation. "What's new with you two?" Eadric croaked, as if echoing her question.

Ruby walked to Professor Morgan's hut she seemed nice and she wanted to speak with her she knocked on the door and waited.

Daphne simply nodded along reading the instructions on the note. It was all trully tedious. Tedious, tedious. "I'm sorry, who's meeting the Giant Squid?"

Certainly not her.

"I wish you two the best. May you be merry and live a long life--together." Suddenly pointing at the bucket with a manicured finger, Miss Hopton frowned. "It says here you need to lather up the saddles with glycerin soap and a clean rag. You must as little water as possible. Like I said...tedious."

Or more like she was telling herself. "Nothing new really, Jillian," besides world domination. "Besides getting Miss Winnie to rid herself of that ridiculous giant bow. You know Winnie Ferguson don't you? I think she's a year below us. Gryffindor."

"Oh it will be! But what we need are gripping charms." Celandine explained, as she put some elbow grease into the wiping of the saddle.

"What's new? I got some new pets!" Celandine shot a sideways look at Daphne and finished dry wiping the saddle.

"I hear the giant squid is just lovely." Celandine commented, eyeing the saddle. "Lather! Right!" Cela took the bucket and a clean rag and levitated them closer to her and Jillian. She wet the cloth and rubbed it against the glycerin soap until it started to lather nicely.

Cela began scrubbing at the saddle with the damp cloth, building up a lather.

"Who has a bow?" Cela turned her head slightly, "You know who should have a bow? The giant squid. Do you think your friend Winnie will donate her bow to the giant squid?"

"We're meeting the Gian Squid, silly!" Jillian replied matter-of-factly. "Eadric needs some animal friends too! He dun' like 'em owls very much 'coz he thinks they'll eat him. I think he'll like the Giant Squid on account of they can both swim." she said nodding. "Hey, you think the Giant Squid's got a name? I mean, I bet it's less trouble calling it by it's name than saying Giant Squid all the time."

Jillian eyed Daphne. "Erm, Daph? Why were you talking to the bucket?" she asked, a little confused. Wow. Maybe her craziness was affecting poor Daphne.

"Winni Ferguson? Nope. I don't think I met her before, have I, Eadric?" she said turning to her frog. The frog simply croaked passively. "That's a no then. Although she sounds pretty unique if she's got a big bow on her head. Takes guts to walk around Hogwarts looking like a christmas present!"

Jillian wondered what the gripping charms were for but didn't really linger on the subject for Cela had told her exciting news. "New pets? What are they and when can we meet 'em?" she said as she clapped her hands together.

"Yeah? Where'd you hear it from? Have they met the Gian Squid?" Jillian was simply ecstatic. She knew it was a good idea to drop by the CoMC Professor's hut!

Jillian grabbed a clean cloth and dampened it with the concoction Cela had made and started scrubbing the saddle. "Ooooh! That's be really fun! I hope she does give it to the Giant Squid. We should write something on the bow...y'know leave a mark so that when we get outta here and someone else befriends the squid they'll see the bow and know that we were friends with it too!" Jillian spoke so fast that she hardly had enough time to catch her breath. "We could write something like...'To the Giant Squid, X marks the spot! -The Pirates.'"

Daphne tried not to snort and failed miserable. Losing her composure, she tried to brush off her unladylike behavior with a fake cough. "If we can dig it out of the trash bin, I'm sure she wouldn't mind. It's good to donate to the needy." Merlin knew the Giant Squid was in desperate need of make-over.

Daphne breathed out as she watched Miss Jillian bounce about as she worked and talk--endlessly. Reaching out to rub her forehead, the blond Gryffindor shifted her weight to her right leg as she stood. "Honestly, Jillian, do you ever breathe?" It was a miracle the girl didn't pass out mid-conversation from lack of oxygen.

"I read somewhere the squid's name is Bartholomew Henry the Third...or was it the fourth?" hesitated Hopton in doubt, suddenly chewing on her lower lip before fumbling with the notes in her hands. "Either way, whoever heard of naming a giant squid?" spoke the girl with a haughty laugh. "It's silly! And I wasn't talking to the bucket dear," corrected the girl promptly with a shake of her head, golden curls flying from side to side. "I was talking to both of you--Wash the entire saddle and all leather attachments, methodically--Oh Honestly!" exclaimed Daphne finally irritated. "I can't believe we're doing this."

More like, she couldn't believe they were doing this.

"At home, Papa has the help do it," informed Daphne pointlessly, unaware that no one really cared what Papa did or didn't do at home. "Either way," sighed the pudgy young woman waving the parchment in the air. "It says here wash both sides of the leather. Soooo tedious!"

Celandine continued cleaning the saddle and the leather attachments, cleaning both sides of the leather and giving extra attention to the cinch straps and stirrup leathers.

She nodded brightly at Jillian's pet question, "Barry got me a pygmy puff and Gar... I named it Whoopsiedaisy." Celandine paused briefly, hoping that neither Gryffindor had noticed her almost slip, "And I got a scorpion. It's name is Him."

Cela picked up the brush and took extra care getting the dirt out of the nooks and crannies on both of the saddles she was working on.

Celandine just kept working while Daphne and Jillian talked, rinsing the soap off with warm water and another clean rag, being sure not to use too much water but still get all the soap residue off.

Once she had done the saddles for herself and Daphne, Cela moved over to Jillian and started to help her with her one. Lathering, scrubbing, wiping...

"Servants do it at my estate too." Cela agreed, "But my Grandmother says its important that you can do everything they can do or you risk them having one up on you. Silly right?" She continued helping Jillian with her saddle.

Cela moved over to the other two saddles which were almost dry. She levitated them one at a time and placed them where they'd dry easily and be in shade. "I suppose we are done. Are you done Jillian?" Cela asked the Gryffindor.

"Lets go inside and tell the Professor we are done so she can check if we did alright." Celandine was about to pick up the bucket and cloths but turned and eyed Daphne speculatively instead. Hmm. Need to make this convincing. Cela marched over to Daphne and forcibly rolled up the other girl's sleeves before batting at her hands with one of the dirty cloths. Yeah now she looked like she'd been working hard, "Don't worry, I'll clean you off afterwards." Cela smiled and turned to go inside, emptying the bucket on her way.

She walked up the steps and stowed the cloth and buckets away,
"Done, Professor Morgan! Daphne and our other friend Jillian; who came to help too, are just finishing up and will be inside in just a moment." Cela looked out the window at her friends, offering a wave and gesturing the other two to come inside.

"Very nice to meet you, Mr. Darcy. I'd be happy to take a look at your owl." She said, giving Asmara a little frown. Poor baby. She glanced over at Vincent and gave him a little whistle then watched as he flew off her desk and back into his cage. No reason to upset the sweet little owl with his fluttering about. Iliana smiled and placed a few more seeds inside with him and closed the cage door. "Good boy, Vinnie." She whispered before returning her focus on Maddox.

"Why don't you sit Asmara right here." She instructed. "And tell me.... when did you notice the difference in her behavior?"

"Please excuse me." She said, hearing another knock at the door. "Come in, the door's open."
Morgan turned and waved the girl inside. "Finished already?! That's excellent!" She said. "You girls have surely outdone yourself today." She said. "Just who's idea was this little experiment? Daphne's?" She asked. "I'm curious to know what you've both learned."

Ruby walked into the hut and saw the professor was busy with quite a few students she smiled and said "sorry professor Morgan i didn't realise you were so busy" she felt embarresed for disturbing the professor now.

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Allie dragged Cam and Jake towards Professors Morgans hut. Wow, who would have thought she would have picked up Astrid's manhandling problem?
But enought about that, she would write to Astrid later, right now she had to teach these two firsties a lesson. And they wouldn't listen to her so she had to take them Professsor Morgan. They practically forced her too. And its not liek they would get detention or lose points or anythign horrible like that she hoped but probably just a lecture.
"Here we are!" she said, knocking on the door with her foot. Sh edidn't want to risk letting go of either of them incase they ran away.

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Jake was bamboozled by Allie's sudden complete, total and utter VIOLENCE! "No!!!!! No, GET OFF!!!!!" he yelled, scared.

She was bigger than him, and Jake suddenly noticed where he was. "Get OFF me!" he cried out, struggling, clawing at Allie's hand. Getoffmegetoffmegetoffmegetoffmegetoffme!!!!!

Jake subconsciously bared his teeth as he struggled. Wow, a month sharing a dormitory with Willie Crocker was kinda having an affect on him.

"Nuuuuuuuu!!!!!" Jake yelled, turning and trying to run for the castle. His feet were just scraping back again as he tried harder and harder to run, his legs going faster and faster. He would NOT be manhandled this way.

-cries-
 

Cam was dragged by the girl he did not like, and he didn't realize that they were heading towards the professor's hut until now. Oh what?! Was Allie more crazier and meaner than he thought? She probably was with her hands holding him. He tried to run away but she was just too strong, it was mean! "Ge'roffffff me." The lair of Professor Morgan was more than just a lair, if Allie had told her, then it would now be his detention room for life. "Pleaase Allie," he begged and now had the look to fake cry right in front of her.

He quickly opened his mouth, daring to bite her hand off of him if necessary. Just trying to help the professor from that meanie and now possibly getting in trouble because of it. "'Ey Aehh. Weaase dun do zis to ush," he begged again, but didn't know if it could even be understandable because his mouth was still open.

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They were really going crazy. What did they think was inside there that was so bad anyway? Professor Morgan was nice as much as she knew....they weren't in any danger of anything at all.
"Calm down guys!" she said, as her arms were starting to hurt from holding them back, and Jakes clawing at her hand was started to cause her real pain.
"Your not going to get in any trouble I promise. And if you do, I will take the blame for it ok?"
Awwww now Cam was starting to cry. He looked so adorkable she could just let go of them now and let them run off. But she couldn't, this was important. If they started that rumor, then who knows what Dom would do to them? She HAD to protect her little firstie buddies. She wouldnt let Dom eat them. SO she just looked away, and started at Professor Morgans pretty door, waiting for her to answer it.

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Jake saw Cameron's face, and blinked his own tears away. He didn't want trouble. Trouble meant hate, and he didn't want no more any more hate. Nononononononoooooooo!!!!!

"Let me go..." he whined, using any protrusion on the ground to push him forwards, as if he was rock-climbing. Wow... did Allie have superglue on her hands? Jake's arms started to stretch as he pulled on something sturdy to get away, and then the popping sound from his shoulder, the one attached to the arm atteched to the wrist that Allie held.

"Owwww..." he moaned, still stretched. Jake sniffed a little. Just a cold. Curse him never getting out much, or drinking milk. Stupid bones and joints; he couldn't remember what was supposed to be the beneficial thing, but it didn't matter. He was in PAIN. He didn't think it was dislocated... maybe, but it hurt like the Dickens as he carried on trying to run, blinking tears back as his breath hitched slightly.

"You..." breeeeeathe... "... are meeeean and cruel!" he yelled back, ignoring his uneven voice.

Maddox tried to keep his composure the best he could. He sat Asmara's cage where she told him too. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it." He smiled, hoping it didnt look too nervous. Mads watched as the little bird flew to its perch with just one simple whistle from the Professor. "You can call me Maddox by the way." He smiled, wondering if she would or not, though he doubted it.

He thought for a moment and replied, "Well I just went up to the Owelry for the first time today. I needed to send a letter to me mum. So I would say today." He shrugged. He felt bad that he hadnt come and check on her before though. He needed to do that more often.

Twilight Mcdonahue walked down to Professor Morgans hut, but saw what was all going on, she decided that maybe she should come back later. She peeked into the stone building and a longing so big filled her heart that she decided to sit down and write a note instead and then let Eveningstar deliver it.

Eveningstar was the biggest headache in the world, he just would not stay put in the owlery... he seemed to be small enough to escape easily... she would have to find another solution. She sighed.

SHe took out her quill and a light green parchment and wrote her note, adding flowers, curliques and little animals. SHe attached it to Eveningstar and whispered to him to deliver the note quietly and not to be greedy.

SHe watched him fly off first towards the castle, whereupon she shook her head. He finally seemed to realize his error and headed for the hut. Twilight smiled softly to herself and headed back towards the castle.

Herminny had not raised her hand in class because she was a little scared at first to take on such a huge responsibility caring for magical baby creatures, but she thought it over and decided she wanted to take on the challenge after all. Thus she knocked on the proffessors door hoping it was not too late to take on the journal activity thinking why oh why did I not realize I waned to do this earlier.

Celandine's nearly slip-up went unnoticed as Daphne reminisced over the girl's eight legged pet. "Yes, I know the tarantula," admitted the girl solemnly, wishing she didn't. Choosing to ignore her quip about servants, Daphne thought it over silently, digging the toe of her shoe into the dirt pensively. Her Nana made a whole lot of sense. She'd have to take such motto into consideration.

"Done?" squeaked Daphne, throwing her arms up. "Oh, good! I think I could go for some--" except, her wishes for almond cookies and black tea were cut off shirt by Celandine's sudden dirty attack. "Do you--Honestly--What are you doing?" interrogated Miss Hopton shrilly when her pudgy hands were smacked with a dirty cloth; the one she had been casting disapproving looks at earlier.

Whimpering slightly, lips turned downcast, she entered the hut after Celandine, holding out her hands before her away from her body. She was dirty.

D-I-R-T-Y. Do you know what that spells?

Yes. Dirty.

Blinking, Miss Hopton dared not chance a glance at Celandine for reassurance and merely smiled politely, nodding ever so slightly in acknowledgement. "We've learned that conditioning a saddle takes a lot of--" bossing around. "Time management skills and a keen eye for details," thought the blond considering how Celandine seemed to get the soap water ratio just right in the first try. "Celandine learned a lot too!" chirped Daphne, tucking a dirty hand underneath Cel's elbow and pulling her closer towards herself.