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The first Care of Magical Creatures lesson of the term is being held during the time of day that comes between afternoon and dinnertime. The skies are just beginning to darken, but only barely so. By definition, it's still daytime.
A makeshift classroom has been set up in the vicinity of the barn and sanctuary area. Benches are set in rows spread out before the new Care of Magical Creatures professor. Professor Barlow leans against her own makeshift desk, polishing off the last of an ice cream cone and awaiting the prompt arrival of her students.
OOC: The lesson will officially begin sometime this evening. The thread is open now for you to post your character arriving. It's up to you to decide whether or not your character should spend this time chatting, but just be aware that you never quite know how Barlow will react to that. Choose wisely and have fun!
"Of course they have," Peyton answered. "All the time, actually. Off the top of my head, the Shriveling Potion calls for the brewer to crack the egg into the cauldron. You won't find an actual Ashwinder inside, though, because remember Immobulus causes the egg to cease to function in its natural way. So a frozen egg never really produces much of anything outside of what any other egg would produce."
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...and with that, it was time to draw things to a close. "Time's up, class. Clean up after yourselves and put any remaining Ashwinder eggs into a jar. Remember to label your jar, because...well, you're going to need to know whose is whose," she forewarned. "I'll extinguish the fires myself after class is dismissed."
"Now, I have a bit of a surprise for you," she announced. Well, the ones with a little sense to them would consider it a surprise. The lazy ones likely wouldn't. She had no sympathy at all for the last group. "You did the work, so you'll reap the benefits. In other words, I'm going to give you an opportunity to make a real profit from the eggs you've collected. You've seen the payment centers around the castle. I'm sure you can find at least some use for a little extra money in your pockets."
"For homework, I'm taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend. I'll have a little center set up where you can sell your eggs to the villagers. Whatever you make is yours to keep," she said. "All ages are welcome to attend, and you don't need a regular parental permission slip like you normally do. That's because this is a school function, and you'll be coming and going with a school professor. I'll post details on your common room bulletin boards and on my own notice board."
"After you clean up, you're dismissed," she said.
Tanner cleaned up after her work, making sure that everything was as clean as she could make it. Let's just say that while she wasn't a snob, she wasn't a maid either. Still, it looked pretty good. Esepcially if you saw the state her room at home was in. There could be a yeti in there and she'd never know. And thank God she didn't have to put out the fire. Fire and Tanner tended not to mix. EVAR.
And the eggs weren't for world domination after all. For some reason, Tanner was actually a little sad at this. Not because she wanted to rule the world, but because it would've been cool to learn what Ashwinders could actually DO. Did they serve a purpose? She'd have to read about this later.
Not important! They were going on a feild trip! To Hogsmede! She never been to the town, and now they got to sell things there! This was a moment for internal eeeping. EEEEEEP!
The best part was, Nate or Thomas couldn't say no. It was homework. She had to go. It was the rules. And didn't they say something about not breaking the rules? No, seriously. Tanner totally forgot what they said to her before getting on the train. Conversation was replaced with "blah blah blah, blah blah."And then his jaw fell off or something. Okay, so maybe that's not how it REALLY went. Actually, she was pretty sure that was a dream she had last night.
Now that they were dismissed, Tanner thought of one thing. The icecream she was going to have to find when they walked up to the castle. Didn't the professor lady say that there was some around here? She wanted to go quickly too. Not only because, icecream, but also because it was suddenly a little bit chilly, and she hadn't come prepeared. Did she ever?
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Eliza finished up what she was doing with her jar when she felt a sudden rush of wind behind her. She whipped her head around, sending her strawberry blonde hair flying, and saw a haze at the forest's edge. She also noted that the breeze had blown the fires out. Weird...well I guess that means we won't have to throw water on them now. She shrugged and tried to walk off the chill from it as she said goodbye to the professor. "Thanks for the cool lesson, Professor Barlow! And the Hogsmeade idea is brilliant!" She was really excited for it, and she planned on selling as many eggs as possible cause those turnstiles were getting pricey. She headed back towards the castle, still in good spirits, but also couldn't quite shake an uneasy feeling. Weird.
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"OW cool..." she exclaimed at the Hogsmeade idea. Surely spending all the money her dad gave for just entering the common room wasn't a refreshing thing to do. Nope, not at all. Now she liked this professor soooo much.
Amara cleared up her work station, thinking merrily the money she would be making with the eggs. Who'd actually buy ashwinder eggs? Potionists? CoMC professors?
WHOOOSH!
"What was that?" she asked aloud, quickly turning towards the clearing. A strong wind had just blown and it seems many had felt it. And there was the all-knowing boy and he was saying... dementors? Born?
"Dementors?" she asked, quizzically. Dang, she hadn't learnt any spells for those yet.
They were going to sell the eggs? Peyton eyed her jar. It had a good amount of eggs, but really, she didn't need the money. Peyton liked to consider herself as the buyer, not the seller, but this could be fun. She did learn a few things from her time during the summer at Sugarplums with her dad.
Her mind was already formulating ideas in her head. Yep. This was definitely going to be fun. And maybe...
...she'll take some ice cream along and--
Oooooh!
Peyton felt a strange-out-of-nowhere breeze ruffle the back of her uniform skirt. She turned toward the forest and eyed it with extreme curiosity. She shrugged her robe on - which she had discarded earlier - and wrapped it around herself. It was warm, just the way she liked it.
At a mention of dementors Peyton shrugged. "It was probably just a troll sneezing." Like REALLY hard.
Either way it didn't matter. She had a great time, was still in a very GREAT mood and wanted ice cream really bad. She waved at the professor, sending her a happy smile. "Awesome lesson, Professor Barlow!"
CoMC Lesson #1 
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