Alright it was a little smellier in here so she carefully put her gloved hand over her mouth as she tried to locate the reason for the scent. Stench was more like it. She found it standing in one of the paddocks and schloop plop plop noise echoing around it as it dedicated.

She made a face for a moment until it wiggled its tale and walked back to the pasture. This was her moment. The daring girl slipped into the stall and quickly collected a few unicorn hairs as well as the unicorns most stench worthy poop. Capping the jar she had put the dung into she closed it and left the stall closing the door behind her. And quickly she left the now clean stall and barn behind her.

Professor Lafay...and her ingredients.

She'd guess that the Potions Mistress had asked them to find ingredients that can be found within the school premises was that because the storeboard which one housed numerous potions ingredient were actually cleared off right now. Sold and all, right?

Beezus sighed and kicked the stone in front of her. And in her peripheral vision, she saw something sparkly. "Unicorn?" she murmured to herself as she took slow steps towards the stable.

...Her hunch proved to be correct for in that stable was the most magnificent creature she had ever seen. She'd seen a unicorn before. A black one too. Yet, this one was white...bright white that seemed to sparkle and gleam under the sunlight. And it had a rather long tail of silver hair that caught her attention almost immediately.

"Heeeeey...come here." She softened her voice so the creature wouldn't get scared as she carefully reached out an arm towards it. "Come on...I won't hurt you. " For some reason, she started to hum softly.

"Here, unicorn......" Very slowly, it hooved in her direction and she didn't dare blink when it poked it's head out of the stable's window, its horn dazzling high in a demanding manner. Gently, she placed a hand on the side of it's head, still humming. It didn't flinch whatsoever and looked as though it was at ease with her now. She kept the humming going as she entered the stable and rubbed the creature's back. It didn't do as much as whine a bit. Then the Ravenclaw had her wand out.....still she patted while she pointed it towards it's long hanging tail. "Diffindo." The silver strands floated to the ground. The creature didn't even seem to notice that it's tail had been cut short. But not that short, mind you. The change in length was hardly noticeable.

"There, there...I'm done." She quickly scooped the strands and shoved them into the pouch she carried along with her. She patted the creature once again before exiting the stable. "Thank you, unicorn." And before she went away, she made sure the lock was secured.

Now he knew magical creatures were good at providing ingredients. But Clement was not really into hurting one, so he figured maybe collecting some dung would work. It would be smelly, but it would be nicer than hurting a creature. Unicorn dung. That would work. He was pretty sure that their was a unicorn in the stables area, down in the grounds, so that was where he was heading too. He was pretty sure, that unicorns didn't really like guys that much, so he was against trying to get anything else from the unicorn, unless of course there was unicorn hair lying around. He would just settle for the dung. Though it would be rather smelly. He could smell it as soon as he approached the stall. Lovely. Yes. He was rather against care of magical creatures right now. It was rather smelly.

Now. There was no way he was touching that stuff. So he pulled his wand out, and levitated a couple of bits of the dung into another bag. He made sure it was air tight as he closed it. The school was already smelly enough, he didn't need to be even more smelly. Nodding, he turned around, and headed out of the stall, and to another area of the grounds.

She was down to the last few spoons of her ice-cream. This wasn't good. All she needed was one more ingredient then she could go back to class...sigh, without anymore ice-cream. Enough time was spent getting it and eating it as it were so she needed to get back to class mode and what better way to do that than by hurriedly eating those last few spoons then sticking the cup in her bag as well. Of course she scourgify-ed it first. No need to have to making stuff in their sticky.

Chicken feathers.

The barn was the only place she could think to get those and if she couldn't get them here then she was going to have Professor Barlow explain that to the Potions Professor because after that wonderful word she'd shared with the class she didn't think the woman would be up for any excuse given by a student.

Lex walked over to the chickens all locked away at the moment. How was she meant to get feathers from them?? She could pluck them...but then they might have started making unnecessary noises and alerted the Professor who wouldn't be happy to know she was plucking from the live creatures.

Ehhh...

She had a class to get back to. Lex stuck her hand inside and began feeling around--

"Ouch!!!" What the kneazle?? She pulled her hand out immediately and saw the look that chicken was giving her. Ruuuuude. "Look, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Work with me." She stuck her hand inside again, this time managing to pluck three in one go before it started clucking about and making everyone else do the same. Ugh and they were flying around now. "Oi! Stop that! How am I meant to grab two more if you lot do things like that???" Really, they should think more. Again she stuck her hand inside but this time it got attacked by beaks!!!!

EEeeek!!

In all the fuss and racket that was now happening she manged to grab another three at which point she immediately withdrew her hand. "See that? I didn't even need the extra one, hmph!" She was soooo out of here.

Magical horses. Much as Mo appreciated the previous CoMC professor, he was sort of in AWE of the magical horses. Like... could they train them? Ride them? Feed them? Pet them? Love them? NAME THEM? He needed to talk to the professor IMMEDIATELY, because she had a full collection: huge Abraxans, the tamer Granians and Aethonans, and emtpy stalls Mo assumed had to contain Thestrals.

He would legit like to stay here ALL day and make friends with the horses, especially because they were pretty calm and curious about visitors at the moment, but considering he was supposed to be hurrying for Potions ingredients... that would have to wait for another visit.

Mo climbed the first stall and peered inside. What should he take? Dung would be nearly impossible in his satchel, plus... he didn't want to smell like it the rest of the day. Mo just hung there until he spotted strands of Granian tail hair caught in the splinters of the door. Horse hair! Yes, that was a good ingredient. Reaching carefully into the stall, Mo plucked free the hairs before moving on to check the next stall. More hairs were caught in the door, and he freed those as well.

Dylan arrived at the Stables and looked around. Apparently...everyone had thought about this location and these types of ingredients. Well, that was no matter. He wasn't here for those reasons. Not at all.

He had more original ideas as far as ingredients went...anyway.

NO, the Slytherin was here to see the winged horse...Abraxan...or whatever.

Stepping over to it, he looked around...before allowing his eyes to settle on the creature.

Nope, nothing shifty happening here...

Move along...

Great! I already have flobberworm mucus and nettles - though it isn't dry yet. The book states very clearly that the nettles are used dried. Perhaps Professor Lafay doesn't mind of waiting for the nettles dry. Annabeth thought, hopeful, while she was walking towards the barns. She wanted to find a unicorn to rip off a tail hair. Again she was walking without paying attention where she was putting her feet. It was inevitable: she stumbled on a rock, which rolled exposing a Horned Slug. "It's my lucky day! It's not a unicorn hair, but it's better than nothing." She said grinning, then she put the slug into another small bottle and went towards the greenhouses.

Two ingredients down, two to go.

And here was where she would get her third. Hopefully.

Looking around, Penelope quickly spotted the creature she was looking for. "Hey there, little kneazle," she said with a smile, reaching a hand down to stroke its back. It seemed a little hesitant and wary of her at first, but after a couple more gentle strokes, it seemed to relax. She felt a few loose hairs in her hand as she stroked it, but she continued until she had a small handful/ball of naturally shed hair.

Gripping it in her hand, she gave the kneazle a light pat on the head. "Thanks, little guy." Then she got to her feet and headed out.

Kneazles were like cats and cat hair could be used in some potions, right? She was pretty sure. So yeah, third potion ingredient done.

After the butterfly garden, Alice headed to the sanctuary (why wasn't she going in order of location? Good question) for more ingredients to gather. The wrapped rat tail and dandelion roots were safely tucked into her robes, but she needed something else. The rodent tail had been difficult enough to obtain, so she was granting herself two really easy ingredients, the other one of which she'd decided could be some horse hair.

She took careful steps toward the stables, examining the splinters in the door for stray hairs, but it seemed like other people had gotten to it before her and nicked them. Instead, Alice climbed the first magical horse stall she could find (Abraxan? Or was it a Granian or an Aethonan? She didn't know for sure) and pointed her wand into it, keeping one hand outstretched to catch things. "Accio stray horse hairs." A few different ones came flying into her palm from different areas around the stable where loose hairs had shaken themselves free of the horses.

The little bundle of hairs was deposited into her pocket as well, and then Alice was off to find a fourth and final ingredient with 12 minutes to spare.

As Kaiden was collecting that snail trail, he had decided that the next place he needed to visit was the stables area. There had to be something good out there, and there was. As soon as he saw it he knew. A Unicorn! Carefully walking up to it, Kaiden reached out his hand. "Hey there." he said hoping the thing would stay calm. Setting his bag on the ground, he pulled out a piece of parchment, and held it up to the unicorn's body. Taking his hand, he wiped the sad of the unicorn, collection some of his body hairs. Setting that on the ground he then pulled out his wand, and carefully Cut off a couple of the unicorn's tail hairs by muttering "Diffindo" Setting the hairs on the parchment, he folded it up and put in his bag . "Right, what next?" he asked to himself, looking at his watch and frowning. "Crap." He had to get back.

Rini quickly ran to the pastures. She absolutely loved magical creatures! She slowed down when she got there and looked around, trying to decide which creature to get an ingredient from. She didn't want to hurt them after all. She was walking around and looking at them all when she glanced down to the grass. There sat a caterpillar. She noticed that there were quite a few so she grabbed two and put them with the rest of the ingredients. She smiled and starting skipping back toward the Potions classroom.

Most people were entirely enamored of Abraxans and unicorns, since they were either enormous or... shiny. That's why people liked unicorns, right? They were like other magical horses, only shinier. The workings of Mo's brain were deep and mysterious. But anyway, most people were enamored of Abraxans and unicorns, but it was the Granians that Mo was visiting today.

They were just friendlier, and they looked like they wanted to visit with him when he entered the barn with his camera. One even nosed against the gate in hopes that Mo had a snack to share. He did, luckily, and Mo set down his camera to search his pockets for the small apples he'd stolen from the kitchen.

Cat was wandering. She definitely felt like she had not yet been able to experience everything that Hogwarts had to offer, so often she liked to just walk aimlessly and see what she could come across. Today, she happened to head in the direction of the barn and had decided to visit the animals.

Though apparently there was someone else who had that thought as well. It took her a moment to notice who it was, but when she did, she smiled. "Hiya Mo." She grinned at the boy and eyed the animals. "Whatcha doing?" Seemed rather obvious to her actually, but maybe he had some other reason that she could not obviously see.

Or maybe she was just curious by nature, yeah, that!

"Cat," Mo glanced up at the girl with a grin before producing an apple from inside his jacket. It sat there on the palm of his hand, small and bright and cheerful looking, and it was entirely hers. If she wanted it. "I'm feeding the Granian."

Duh. Of course he was. "You can feed it this one, if you want. I have more..." Oh, except that small buzzing feeling he felt in his fingertips sometimes started up, the one that he felt when he knew a good picture was possible. "Can I take a picture of you feeding the horse?"

Totally normal request right there.

The crups had caught sight of the two students and were all sorts of excited, wanting to be visited as well. Cat made a mental reminder that she would definitely pay them a little attention before she left.

She had gone back to eyeing the animals when Mo held out his hand. Awww. What a cute little apple. "I would love to feed him... or her..." Huh. Guess she didn't know which. She took the offered apple and stepped closer to the granian but paused when he spoke, "Of course!" She grinned. Partly, she was all excited about being in a picture and she was super honored too. "I love pictures and being in them." With a giggle, she stepped forward and held out the shiny apple, hopefully Mo was quick with his camera!

"I keep meaning to go ask the professor if she's named any of these horses, but I don't want to bother her. But if she doesn't, it means they just wander around calling each other 'hey, you' all the time, which I think is diminishing in some ways. Everyone needs a name," Mo meandered conversationally as he gazed at Cat and Granian in the viewfinder. He adjusted the lens once... again... and click.

He took a few more shots, before lowering the camera and grinning at Cat over the top. "I'm not sure why I like the winged horses so much, but I think they might be my favorite in here. How about you?" He climbed back on the gate and reached a hand out to the Granian, nudging in right next to Cat in order to let the horse nuzzle his fingers.

"That would be nice to know." Cat agreed with a nod. "Maybe you'll catch her at some point, if I do, I'll ask and I promise to tell you." Cat never went back on a promise... and she never made promises that she couldn't keep, so it was rather easy. "Or we could just give them our own names, but that would probably confuse the poor dears if they already have names."

Like if someone started calling her Violet, she'd be confused too.

After Mo got his pictures and came to stand with her, she tilted her head in his direction, "They're a good favorite I think. They can just fly off to wherever they want to go, you know? Free to roam." Maybe Cat had a touch of the wanderlust, but she thought that sounded fabulous. She glanced around at the different creatures once the apple was gone. "I'm not sure, really. I like them all." It sounded like a cop out answer, but she really just didn't want to pick one.

"It's probably just as confusing to get called the wrong thing as it is to get called nothing," Mo agreed, tilting his face in until he could press his nose against the silk-soft muzzle of the horse. The clever thing just let him do it, and when Mo moved back again, he could still smell the warm grain scent of the horse.

"D'you suppose THESE horses can just fly where they want? Would you stay HERE if you could?" Because it was a pretty nice barn, but it didn't compare to really being free. How did you get a horse to want to stay with you when there was literally nothing that could keep it confined? "If I was a winged horse I would fly until I couldn't and then sleep and eat and fly again."

He glanced around when she did, although what she was looking for was a mystery to him. She wasn't sure? Did that mean she liked ALL the animals or none of them? "In this moment and you can change your mind tomorrow, which animal do you want to see the most?" Now he could smell horse AND something lighter and girly. Cat. He could smell her. Hello, there.

"Well, if I didn't know your name and I just said 'Hey you!' It would probably be easier than giving you some random name and hoping you respond to it." So... basically, she agreed. Though all thoughts of naming the unknown named animals went out of her head and she just giggled. "Are you nuzzling up to the horse, Mo?" If she was meaner, or more Slytherin like, she could totally have mocked him for that, but she wasn't and she thought it was rather cute anyway.

Cat gently ran her fingers across the horse's head and thought about his questions. "I actually have no idea. I'm sure Professor Barlow is super nice to them so maybe they don't want to leave? She's got to let them out eventually, though. They would get restless otherwise." Besides the fact that it was just cruel to coop up an animal like that and she knew that Professor Barlow wasn't cruel. She smiled at his next thought, "Well, since you're not a winged horse, maybe you can fly on one some day." Surely if he was nice, they'd give him a ride.

She looked over at the spot she'd been paying attention to before and smiled before turning back to look at Mo, "The crups, I think. They're so lovable." Though she definitely wouldn't not want to visit with any of them, they were all good choices, really. Animals in general were a good choice.

"Not nuzzling, no. Just making friends," Mo grinned at Cat as he dropped from the gate and moved on to investigate the Abraxan. Now this was a gigantic horse, and he could only imagine its wing span. And it was in this itty bitty stall... he wondered if he could take the poor thing for a walk.

"I'm not an animal trainer or keeper, so I obviously don't know. I just would hate to live in a cage," Mo turned back to look at Cat before gesturing that she should join him. Barlow was legit, so the horses were probably happy. Horses weren't people, and he needed to remember that.

"Crups are good. Let's visit the crups." Since the horses were starting to make him all sad and stuff. "D'you have any pets?"

"Do you nuzzle all your new friends? I didn't get a nuzzle, I feel jipped!" Cat grinned as she teased Mo. She wasn't being cruel though, just poking a bit of fun. She exchanged an amused look with the creature and gave it a parting pat before she headed in the direction of the crup.

"Helloooo little loves." She cooed and reached out a hand for petting. She looked over her shoulder at Mo, "Do you have any more food?" Crups weren't picky eaters, so anything would be good, surely.

"You want a nuzzle?" Mo was intrigued by that thought, and it was enough to draw him away from the staff and toward the crups. And Cat. He paused for a moment and studied the back of her head, although her question roused him again.

"Oh, there's food here. Treats? You want kibbley stuff or treats?" He rummaged through the supplies Barlow had left for the students to use in caring for her animals. There was food in here, right?

Cat spent some time petting the cute crup, making kissy faces at it and trying to figure out if it was a HE or a SHE but she did look back at Mo, "I wouldn't turn it down." Cat was honest, of course. She turned to face him and pointed at herself. "This is not my solemn face." HEH.

Oooooh! TREATS! Cat stepped over to where Mo was to look about for treats and things. "Treats definitely, he's just too cute not to have a treat." Poor little baby. Sigh. "I should've brought a pet with me. I had to leave Toby at home." Her mother had been super strict about it too it was so laaaammeeee.

Heh. What? She wouldn't turn down... what? NUZZLING? Mo was glad his back was to Cat as he looked through the supplies that Barlow provided, since a blush was creeping up his neck and staining all the way up to his ears. He was blushing, and Mo did not blush.

Maybe he did, though. And her suddenly appearing at his elbow didn't help. "Erm... what kind of animal is a Toby? I have a rabbit named Titus. He's... a ninjavampirebunny. He's ferocious." And fuzzy. Sigh.