"Okay." Celandine agreed mildly, completely ignoring Plymouth's pleas to hurry and headed straight for her Abraxan. Ummm. Effort. She would usually climb over the stall gate with an excited and negligent bounce, but instead she opened the gate and stepped in, burying her face against Cassiopeia's wings and letting out a sigh.

"Well?" Copernicus hissed at Plymouth. "What's WRONG with her? She's... she's still being crazy, Plym. What did the Healer say?"

Plymouth was ready to rip handfuls of hair out. "We went to see Krazi and he's got this..." Plymouth pulled the letters out to show Copernicus. He sort of shook them at him. "Bunbury first, then Professor Morgan, then we have to see Kapoor - but she doesn't want to DO that. And I can't touch her right now." Plymouth was kind of in a panicked state. "She took some sort of potion - took WAY too much - and Krazi said it would get worse the longer she went without the antidote."

"I need... a wheelbarrow to haul her around in. I could NOT get her to go with me to see Bunbury." UGhhh.

"Give me one of the letters and I'll go. She doesn't have to BE there to help you find the things," Copernicus put out his hand, offering to help. "But what was the potion? Is she going to be okay? Why would she just take a potion?"

"I'm sure that you will." The professor had absolute faith in both of her students. "Well they're a lot like horses in many ways but the do grow in a much more accelerated rate. While "normal" horses..." She made little air quotes with her fingers. "are considered full grown between 5 - 7 years old; Abraxans reach full maturity in about half that time."
She turned her head as she heard someone approaching. "Ahhh Celandine, you're here! Wonderful." She said. The smile on her face threatened to disappear when she noticed how strange Cela was still acting. "Hey Plymouth." She said, in a voice devoid of emotion.
She listened, horror growing on her face as she heard words like 'potion' and 'antidote'. "Wait! What potion? Plymouth, just what is going on!?" She demanded. She scrambled to her feet and rush over towards Cass' stall.

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"Give me one of the letters and I'll go. She doesn't have to BE there to help you find the things," Copernicus put out his hand, offering to help. "But what was the potion? Is she going to be okay? Why would she just take a potion?"

Plymouth did not give up his all important letters. He actually tucked them back into his robes for safe keeping. "Kazimeriz said SHE had to retrieve the stuff - and in this order - and that I had to help her. I don't want to mess this up, Perni," Plymouth was so pitiful. He really DID want to do good and get Cela better! More than anything! "But I don't know..." Oh. Professor Morgan...

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She listened, horror growing on her face as she heard words like 'potion' and 'antidote'. "Wait! What potion? Plymouth, just what is going on!?" She demanded. She scrambled to her feet and rush over towards Cass' stall.

"I don't know what potion. I asked... Cela knows, if you can get it out of her...." Plymouth dug out the letters again, "This is from Headmaster Krazi..er... Kazimeriz. Cela was supposed to give this to you..."

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Dearest Professor Morgan:

I am in dire need of the following ingredients in order to assist Miss Toussaint with an antidote to an overdose of potion. Please help Mr. Morgan and Miss Toussaint to procure the following from your creatures:

3 hippogriff tailfeathers
1 litre armadillo bile

Thank you for your attention to this matter.

Thank you,
Professor Kazimeriz
Order of Merlin, Third Class
Deputy Headmaster
Potions Master

Plymouth peeked over at Cela.... "CellBell? You want to come out here? Piggy back rides!I have a piggy back!" Maybe? Maybe that'd work?

"I'm fine over here." Celandine mumbled into Cassiopeia's wings. She turned her head and looked out at them. "De-lusting potion." She admitted, immediately turning to hide her face again and avoiding looking at Copernicus.

Professor Morgan quickly read through the letter, breathing an audible sigh of relief when she saw what Kazimeriz needed. "Boys please keep an eye on her for me." (not that she had to ask) "I'll be right back." She shook her head as she hurried out of the stable. De-lusting potion, huh?

Plymouth sighed. "She hates me right now. It kind of hurts my heart," Plymouth sighed as he watched her from a FAR AWAY distance. He started to pace around Copernicus while they waited for the return of Professor Morgan. "She doesn't think anything is wrong with her, either."

"What?" Copernicus's voice was a horrified whisper. She was taking de-lusting potion? That was awkward. "She doesn't hate you. She's on a potion, Plymouth. And surely Kazimeriz doesn't intend for you to do everything alone. I'll help in any way I can. You want me to go talk her into the wheelbarrow?"

"I can hear you." Celandine pointed out, opening the door to the stall and stepping out, negligently leaving it open behind her. "Wheelbarrow?"

The professor came running back in with both hands full. A covered jar in one; the feathers in the other. "Sorry that took so long. Here." she said, passing everything over to Plymouth. And did she hear Cela say wheelbarrow again? Absolutely not. "If she's having trouble walking, I'll help."

"She kind of does though, Perni," Plymouth motioned at CellBell. Sick or not, he couldn't ever ever ever imagine her turning down a piggy back ride. "You can help me get her to Bunbury, I guess." Plymouth was determined to get this done... but he was already feeling a little defeated. He really hated bossing Cela around. He liked for her to do whatever she wanted and it was apparent she wanted to... hug her horsey.

"She can walk, Professor," Plymouth made grabby hands for the goods, "she just ... won't walk where we need to. It's a miracle that we made it here. Coincidence. You want to try to carry her?" That'd be weird right? Professor Morgan hauling Cela around? "We could put her in a wheelbarrow though..."

"A wheelbarrow won't be necessary Plymouth, I'm sure I can manage just fine." The professor might not look like much, but she did deal with these enormous creatures day in and day out. Tiny Miss Toussaint wouldn't pose much of a challenge. Without further discussion, Professor Morgan marched over and scooped Celandine up, cradling her in her arms like a new husband preparing to carry his bride over the threshold. "Hold tight to me Cela. Professor Bunbury's office isn't far away." She whispered. "Alright boys, let's go."

"Um..." Celandine blinked, "Alright." She pulled on her skirt to avoid flashing either boy and peered over Professor Morgan's shoulder at them.

She was starting to be encouraged to go fly around. She haven't done such thing unless it's Flying class. She was still a little bit doubtful about it however Reid's a gentleman and she knew he wouldn't let her fall. "They are really. And oftentimes they're around when i need someone to... to confide on." As she was still staring at Cid which is happy to be back at his home she felt a hand land on her shoulder.

She stared at it for a moment and then looked at the man who owns the hand, "I was wondering shall you comfort me everytime i feel sad?" she joked and she turned her back at the imp. She indeed hated the idea of leaving him there but she'll be able to visit him again. "He's always happy here."

She started her way out of the sanctuary. Opening the door where should she head now? Or they?

Plymouth was kind of horrified. His pretty teacher was carrying his pretty girlfriend - while he followed behind like a duckling.

There was something epically wrong with this scenario.

"Cela would probably enjoy... a wheelbarrow... if um.. you change your mind, or your arms get tired ... er Professor." It WAS a good thing that Herbology Greenhouses and such weren't too far away. Plymouth followed right behind Professor Morgan, watching Cela and willing her to reach for him so he could relieve his Professor. Professor Vindictus would find this VERY VERY un-manly.

"Professor!" Copernicus shut Cassiopea's stall door and hurried after the small group. "Both Plymouth and myself would be more than willing to carry Miss Toussaint if you would prefer. I wouldn't want you to injure yourself."

Since he had returned to Hogwarts he hadn't been able to visit Ziella, even though they had been together the whole time during the summer break. he missed her; the past few weeks of hunting for that lousy hat,hearing rumors and getting into fights with portraits had left him tired and wanting a happy face. Katie was awesome to keep him company, but Ziella and him had a bond. He wanted to see how he was faring and so here he was, entering the Sanctuary with a grin.

Pulling out his own dragon hide gloves - something he's had to use when handling her since she was at that awkward biting stage - William walked over to the shelves and took a pail, some random food and a sponge. what he wanted to do was give her a nice cleansing bath and play a bit. With the items in hand he began walking over to the area where the Crups were and smiled proudly as Ziella noticed him, sitting on her haunches and barking happily. "Hey girl!" He said grinning as he opened the cage and allowed her to tackle him. She licked his face exuberantly and he giggled turning his face away as she attempted to lick his eyes out. "Okay, okay I know I know! I'm sorry for not coming sooner." he said laughingly as he pulled her away gently and tossed her a stripe of meat.

She snatched it out of thin air and barked happily again, her one tail waggling happily. shaking his head he attached a leash to her and lead her to the open area. "How are yah huh? I bet you've been waiting to play for a good long time haven't you? I would have been here sooner but homework and classes, plus that strange water dungeon thing took my time away." he explained as they approached the closed in area. The sun was shining brightly, white fluffy clouds dancing across the sky. He glanced up a soft smile on his face before glancing down when he felt a small tug on the leash.

"Ok, have fun girl." he said grinning again as he unleashed her and watched her take off around the area, her barks quiet and happy. He shook his head, leaning up against the railing and watching her run around. Bending down he picked up the bag on the ground and dug out his homework plopping himself on the ground and glancing at her before looking down at his work, his tongue sticking out as he wet his quill before dipping it into the black ink and writing down what he needed. It felt soothing kind of, sitting there and writing down while his faithful pet ran around waggling her tail. He looked up when he didn't hear a bark and tilted his head as he noticed her standing in front of him, her eyes staring at him.

"What? Oh this? You're not interested in this." he said shaking his head as he stopped writing. He dug in his bag for the old tennis ball he now kept in there and tossed it to the other end of the area. "Fetch." he said, even though by now she knew what he was doing and had already took off towards the ball. she brought it back minutes later, dropping it on his lap, making the ink run a bit from the slobber. "Eww, Zie! Okay, a few more times, then bath time. go get filthy huh." He said chucking the ball one more time, this time towards a small puddle where it bounced, soaking up the liquid before rolling to a stop. Zie took off after it and barked as she nearly tackled the ball, rolling on the ground before throwing the ball herself and chasing it.

He watched her for awhile, shaking his head as her light brown coat got dirt all over it. Standing he put his homework back in his bag, closing up the ink well before whistling. Ziella ran towards him, stopping at her heel and allowed him to leash her again before leading her towards the cage again. Filling his bucket with water and reaching into his bag to take out a small bottle of animal soap, something his mother had insisted he bring, he sat down and began scrubbing her roughly. She laid down taking it all in before standing with her tongue sticking out, drops of drool dripping onto the ground. He chuckled, shaking his head again and rinsing her off with his wand. Once this was all finished she shook herself off and walked into her cage. Closing it up William smiled softly and said "Okay, gotta go now girl. I'll let you sleep." He said ruffling her fur before picking up his bag and turning away.

Via for the second time since the start of term, she stepped inside the sanctuary. There was no one around and she'd prefer it to be that way. She slowly closed the door so as not to bother the other magical creatures who are resting in their cages. She glanced around and smiled as she watched the creatures around her. She walked past many more cages till she reached Cid's cage. Even though he had reached it's full size already - still it's a little imp. But she didn't want to bother him for he's asleep. Busy resting his head on the floor of the cage.

She pulled some chocolate frogs from her pocket and slowly laid them beside him trying her luck not to wake him up. She couldn't fight the urge not to touch him even though for just a second so she did but with all her might, it was just a soft touch as if it's just a gush of cold wind. The memory of that last visit made her sad. She knew if Cid would wake up he'll look for him around. So before she could wake him and the other creatures she started to back away. Without saying anything she strode off the sanctuary.

Copernicus climbed into the stall with Tiberius and let the colt shove him playfully up against the wall. Once Tib was done with his version of rough-housing, Copernicus wrapped his arms around the Abraxan's neck and sighed into his mane.

It wasn't that Cope wasn't a hugger the way Plymouth was; it was just that his father had taught him that physical contact was often rude and presumptuous, and Cope had a hard time getting around all that training. So hugging an Abraxan was much less scary than letting Plym bully him into a hug... and WAY less scary than the thought of hugging any girls.

"Tib." He pulled away and gave the horse a very serious look. "Did you know I'm of age now? Do I look any different?"

She was RUNNING. Blindly almost. Celandine ran straight into the stables and...

... saw Copernicus.

She skidded to a stop, turned on her heel to run back out and promptly stood in a bucket and fell flat on her face.

The sobbing was still threatening to bubble out of her.

Hmm. Rattles and clatters were not normal stable noises, and Cope peered over the stall door. And there was a sad little Cela on the ground. Just the person he was looking for. Cope somehow managed to nearly hurtle over the stall door to help her.

"Cel! Are you hurt? What are you doing on the ground, clumsy girl?" He fell to his knees beside her and began to fuss over her.

Well. Cela couldn't answer that because yes, she was hurt and it had nothing to do with the bucket stuck to her foot. And as for what she was doing on the ground? Well now that she was there, she did sort of try to let herself be sucked into it but, alas; failure.

She let out a little sob and spoke in a voice muffled by lack of mouth movement, "I'm n-not cl-luumsy."

Oh it hurt to hear him talk to her so nicely. Especially after the goodbye.

Was there such thing as a badbye?

"No, I know that," he settled back on his heels and clamped his hands to his knees to keep from reaching out and touching Celandine. "You're complete grace. I know this. So then... you're upset. Plymouth is too. He told me to come find you to make sure you were fine. And you're not fine. I know this too."