"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."