Ilia waited still and patient in almost a statue like way until one curious little baby toddled over to her. She waited as it nipped at her, her stoic expression becoming warm and tender as it did so. She lightly scratched its head , gently petting it until she could pick it up as the professor had shown them. They could name them......but that would only ensure the girls complete and total attachment to the little being in her arms. She would do it anyways. "I think I'll call you Sindri, what do you think little one?" She spoke to it gently and calmly as she summoned a blanket over to them with "Accio.". Wrapping the little baby up to warm it was slightly more challenging as it was trying to nip and claw in curiosity while she did so. "Shh shh little one." She managed to calm her enough to get a good hold around her, still sitting she was using one arm and her legs to gently keep the baby contained.

Bottle in hand, Kate turned her attention to her Griffin, who was still bundled up like a little baby and waiting for its bottle. "I think I did this the right way," she said. "Melted and in liquid form, just the way you supposedly like it." She lifted the bottle toward the Griffin's mouth. "Well, eat up!" she said, and on that note, she closed in the gap between the bottle and the Griffin's mouth.

The creature began slurping away at the disgusting mixture. "Cooked meat is good, too," she suggested to it. "There's hamburgers, steak, meatloaf..." She trailed off, knowing the creature didn't understand a word she was saying. As the bottle grew emptier by the second, Kate saw the Griffin slowly begin to flutter its eyes. "Goodnight," she told it.

One-handedly, Cutty lifted the bottle up to eye level to measure the portion of meat he'd put into it. He looked over at Phlegon and then again at the portion before deciding to add a bit more of the meat to the bottle. Placing it somewhere away from the flammable bedding, Cutty took out his wand and fired away at it.

"Incendio." He watched as the meat, a fatty cut apparently, smothered and clung to the walls of the bottle. The scent of it was pretty strong and the baby griffin in his arms began to squirm and make noises. Realizing he was now being timed by the creature he tilted his head against the creatures body to try to calm it as he placed his wand above the bottle's opening. "Aguamenti." He was basically making a scouse.

Now that Brutus was nice and snug it was time to get some food in his belly. What was better to eat then some nice raw meat? Obviously nothing because that's what the professor said they needed to eat. She couldn't exactly feed them with a dirt bottle, could she? Of course not. What kind of griffin mama would should be? A bad one.

"Scourgify!" Clean bottle. Raw meat was stuffed into the bottle. Apparently that alone wasn't good enough. She couldn't have her baby griffin choking.

"Incendio." Melted meat was where it was at, yo. It didn't take long for the spell to do what she needed it to do. A little water and a baby griffin would be getting some sweet nutrients. "Aguamenti." Shake, shake, shake.

"Ready for some melted raw meat, Brutus?" Only maybe it was slightly cooked since she had to heat it up to melt the meat. Either way it was dinner time.

Norah sat beaming down at Georgie until he gave a loud squawk. Oh right, the little baby was hungry. "Your fault for being cute." Heh. Apparently baby griffins' cuteness could be VERY distracting. Not that all cuteness could be distracting, but this was extra distracting. She hoped Professor Thompson knew that she was going to have a very hard time saying goodbye to the little baby. She'd even cry if she was still a baby herself, which she WASN'T because fourteen, remember? That was a lot of years.

She shifted Georgie in her arms again, bringing the bottle of warm meat juice up to his little beak. "There ya go," she whispered. The griffin opened it's beak and nipped her finger before taking the end of the bottle in it's mouth. She watched with big grin as he slurped down the meat juice stuff, glad it was him and not her 'cause that stuff looked capital G Gross. Oh, well. It was probably better than vegetable juice. Norah looked him in his little eyes as he kept going at the bottle. What a cutie. Did he love her back? He loved her back. She'd decided, and she was the mum so she got to decide. So there. "You're my favorite baby ever." Don't tell Sebby and Marcel, though, 'cause actual brothers tended to like to be the favorite.

What a trooper this one was in his arms. It seemed to be just about any little creature Javier held in his hands reminded him of when he first held Lala and his youngest son, Curtis. The Griffin was still sucking away at the meaty drink in the bottle. It looked like he did give it a little too much. Oh well. Better to overfeed than underfeed in his mind. Occasionally the Professor looked up to see the others interactions. Seem to be so far, so good right now.

What a great question, "They're a hybrid of both. So one could argue they're more of a mammal with the exceptional eyesight and intelligence a bird creature typically has." However, "A lot of magical creatures do face this predicament which helped invoke the development on the official classification for Magical Creatures. Adult Griffins are classified as Beasts officially with the XXXX rating after careful deliberation." He could go more into it, if there looked to be enough interest from the others.

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Dinner time. Too bad there wasn't a bell she could ring to properly get this griffin feeding going. THAT would probably lose her some house points, and that was never fun. She didn't have the best track record with Thompson, and she was trying to be totally mature.

Ahem. Trying here.

AJ beamed down at her little Brutus and gave him what she believed were googly love eyes. In all actuality they probably bordered more on creepy and bugged out, but who was really keeping track of that?

"Here comes the train Brut!" Oh, it wasn't going to stop there. No. She needed a little bit more of the dramatic affect.

"Chugga... Chugga... CHO CHOOO!" She wasn't too loud this time. In fact none of the animals seemed to be offended by her this go round.

The bottle was put into the hungry griffins mouth. This was so precious. He eagerly started to chug the contents down.

...and that was to try feeding Hiccup with the bottle.

Putting his wand back in his pocket, Ben had a free hand once more. He moved his left arm to slip around the wrapped up Griffin, gingerly lifting it up as the creature was nibbling on the edge of the blanket. "Hungry...?" he absently asked as he tried to settle his charge into a better position so he could feed him, chancing a glance at others to see how they were doing it. "I've got something that will taste better."

Meat better than blanket....or hair.

"Open up..." Benny instructed, gingerly nudging the nub of the bottle towards Hiccup's beak, using the gap as the griffin squawked again as an opening. That seemed to work well as the creature closed his mouth around the intrusion in an attempt to keep it out, only to take possession of it. "There you go...squeeze on that." Then the food should make it into the griffin's mouth to feed it. Hiccup certainly was calmer now and relaxed in his hold as his right hand held the bottle in the right position.

The bottle slipped out of her hand and out of baby Brutus's mouth. Chaos ensued. Sweet baby unicorns did her little griffin get feisty when he was made to stop eating. "All right. All right. It was an accident." Keep your blanket on... AJ was fixing it. Only then he really did kick out of his blanket.

Good grief. Baby griffins were demanding. "I'm going to get all nice and snug again, and we are going to resume your feeding." Yeah, that wasn't a request... more like she was letting him know what was going to go down. Okay?

Gripping the blanket once more, she fixed Brutus back nicely. No blood or tears were needed. Only sweat. Picking up the bottle she slid it back into his mouth. "There. There." Better? No more drama? One could surely hope.

AJ continued to coo at the creature while looking at Brutus like he was her first born. She couldn't wait to have this sort of experience all the time. Well, she hoped babies didn't get abandoned, but she was glad to be the one to help them if that were the case.

Alright. So now that, that was taken care of... Y'know, this baby business was a lot harder than he thought. Especially considering that he was only a fourth of the way through with this task. He still had to clean the bottle, melt the meat, AND finally feed it. So much to do. Zander had always wanted kids... But this kind of had him making a few second guesses. Riiiiight. He was only a sixth year after all. Still had some time.

Not gonna even think about human babies.

He had a bottle to clean.

It was quite the task trying to keep Dory (his Griffin) to stay still in the blanket. But after struggling for a few minutes, Zander finally got him to stay relatively put. Well, enough so that he could work with the bottle anyways. "Scourgify!" And now that looked clean enough, so the next part was the meat right?

OI, STAY STILL!!

Right. Zander had this under control. Totally under control.

Okay. So now was the spellwork. Marigold kept hold of Godric by wrapping her right elbow around the body of the griffin and holding the bottle in her left hand. She pointed her wand to the inside of the bottle carefully, murmuring sweet words into Godric's ear (or where an ear would be, she couldn't see one) to calm him down. "It's okay, darling, food is coming, my sweetie."

"Incendio!" she said, then quickly followed it with an "Aguamenti!" It seemed good, but she shook the bottle a little to stir it up.

While stirring, she raised her foot (both hands were occupied) to catch the attention of Javy. "I'm curious about Toby's question. Do griffins lay eggs, or do they have live births? And what about the bone structure, because I know that birds have hollow bones to be able to fly, but do griffins as well? And can griffins produce their own milk?"

Lots of questions over here.

So basically they had to FEEL their griffin to determine gender? Tia really tried to keep serious as Professor Thompson explained about feeling for a stub. Couldn't she just LOOK instead? Surely it was rather personal and they were strangers practically. Feeling more tickles of the griffin at her ankles she smiled; not strangers enough for the creature to nibble at her skin.

"Alright, little guy, let's see you out..." She picked it up and looked underneath. She didn't see anything, but maybe she ought to feel it as the professor suggested. With one hand still holding it, she used her other hand to reach around quickly and AHA she had a boy! And she might have felt the stub too long (even if it was only a second) as she felt the little guy squirm in her hands and out of her hands back to nibbling at the ankles. REALLY? So he was allowed to touch her ankles, but she wasn't allowed to touch him? Hardly fair. Did she have to name him because honestly only one male name came to mind when she thought of a griffin and really she didn't want to think about him.

Ignoring the naming part - for now - it was time to summon a blanket so he would be comfortable. Easy enough. "Accio blanket," the fifth year called out, a striped blue and white blanket zooming overhead. She caught it and used it to pick the griffin up again, this time wrapping it in the blanket. "There, there," she cooed and smiled, holding it like a newborn infant.

Marsha knew that next she had to get the bottle ready to feed Cadfael, couldn’t very well have a dirty bottle. That was how germs and bacteria were spread. She knew all about that from Alis’ bottles, they were always washed in majorly powerful disinfectant and water so hot that she couldn’t touch it… and then because her Mam was funny, scourgified anyway.

Silly Mammy… but at least Alis was happy and safe.

Just like Cadfael would be. If only she could finally get her wand and her magic to co-operate and help her scourgify something. So far, she hadn’t been successful in potions, opting to clean everything twice in the sink. Today would be the day… well, at least it could be. Maybe. With a bottle resting just in front of her, and Cadfael wrapped happily in hollow her crossed legs made and her fingers petting at his head, she tried. ”Scourgify.”

Nope. Nothing. Sigh.

”Skourjify! Scurgofy. Scoorgify.” Siiiigh. She nibbled on her bottom lip, looking around to see if the Professor was free or if any of the older students could help her out. She just wanted to make sure that it would be safe for Cadfael to drink from. Why wasn’t she better at magic yet? ”Scourgeefy!” Nope.

”Um… Excuse me? Could someone clean this for me? I can’t manage.” SIGH. She wouldn’t cry though, ‘cause she was holding a BABY GRIFFFFIN!!!!

Alright. So with the bottle cleaned up and Griffin (semi)-under-control, it meant time to do the actual feeding. This was gonna be the hardest part. Zander had a feeling. Taking in a deep breath, the Gryffindor began stuffing the meat into the baby bottle. Kind of gross. But also a part of life, apparently. So he tried not to make any faces. Also, it'd probably discourage the Griffin from wanting to eat it if Zander made a fuss. So see, he was being considerate here.

Holding out his wand, Griffin still in his arms, Zander pointed and muttered a quick "Incendio," and let it go on for just enough to heat up the meat for melting purposes. "Finite!" Then he had to do the water thing, which was kind of weird... And very unappetizing. But if that's what Thompson wanted?

"Aguamenti!" he filled it up a little bit, then swished the bottle around. Man, this looked horrible. Couldn't the Griffins just eat some smushed up fruit or something? Wasn't that what normal baby formula was made of? Poor Dory, didn't even know what other kind of good foods were out there.

Now for cleaning the bottle, and based on how some of her classmates were struggling with the task, it looked like it wasn't exactly the easiest bit they'd do today. Dot summoned one of the bottles too, before dropping her wand into her lap so she could struggle with the top of the bottle.

The moment she let go of Lorenzo, he balked and tried to climb her. Not to go around her or over her, as if there was some special destination in mind, but he actually tried to get up in her lap and back in her arms. They were bonded for life, they were.

"You, sir, are not being a gentleman." She got the top off the bottle and slung an arm back around him. The actual cleansing of the bottle was happening right by Lorenzo's beak, but at least it was happening. "Scourgify." And clean.

One of her classmates wasn't having the same kind of success, though, and Dot waved the girl over. "I can help you. Drag that griffin over here."

OH! Oh. One of the other girls was going to help her. Whee.

Figuring if she was moving once, she might as well grab some meat at the same time. She wasn’t too bothered by the idea of meat anyway. So, buddling Cadfael up, she put the bottle under her arm and took (what she assumed as the right amount) of meat in her hand. ”Shhh. It’s okay Cadfael, we’re just getting help so I can feed you… See.”

Then she moved over to the other redhead. How cool was that? Hehe.

Sitting down again, she put Cadfael back in the same position and he stopped wringling almost instantly. Hmm, apparently he was comfortable there. Placing the meat on her spare knee, she held the bottle out for… she thought she was called Dot? Maybe. She might have heard Professor Culloden say that.

”I still haven’t managed to get my scourgify charm working… and while Professor Maddos just helped me with my fires - … Well I haven’t heard of augamenti before.” She sighed, pouting a little. She didn’t like having to ask for so much help - but Griffins. Cadfael was making everything better.

Looking at the older girl, she tilted her head a little. ”Thank you for helping me.” She smiled. ”Your griffin is cute, what did you call it?” ‘cause her Mama had taught her to be polite… and well, manners.

"Spells are hard," Dot nodded with great sympathy as she shoveled raw meat into her bottle. It was a little gross, but Lorenzo seemed really excited about the possibility of being fed. More than excited, since he was licking at her fingers with his little rough tongue. "Sir!"

That was not polite.

"Hold that bottle out to me and I'll Scourgify it," Dot juggled the wand and her bottle so she could clean the girl's bottle. "Scourgify. That should do it. Now you put the meat in and and since you're good at the fire spell, you can do that yourself. I'll help you with the water if you need it. Those are all spells you wanna perfect in your down time, okay?"

Speaking of which, Dot quickly heated her own bottle, wrinkling her nose at the smell of the meat and at the fact that Lorenzo was still licking at her fingers.

Zander was exhausted. If this is what having kids was like, well then it was a good thing he was still too young for that parenthood life. He didn't want it quite yet. But, he felt like he was still managing to do a pretty good job. All things considered, at least. Especially when his Griffin happened to be the least cooperative little creature out there. Merlin, why wouldn't it just stay still for maybe ONE MINUTE???

Zander tried not to show his frustration though. Didn't need the Griffin to start crying or anything. Did Griffins do that? He wasn't actually sure.

But not even gonna think about it. He was trying to put this guy to sleep. Feeding tiiiiiiiime. The Prefect held the bottle towards the Griffin, yet the creature kept refusing? What the heck? It was FOOD. Didn't everyone love food? Man. Of course Zander couldn't quite blame his Griffin 'cause this meat juice looked absolutely nasty. But it was the only choice at the moment.

"Here look, I'll eat some of it too," all lies by the way. "Mmmm.... So good," he faked eating some from the bottle, in hopes that it'd convince the Griffin to want some as well. Wait a minute. It worked??? That actually worked???? Merlin. Zander was more brilliant than he had thought. Totally had this father business down. Ah yeah, who would've known!?

Finally the Griffin stopped it's kicking and squirming. It was focusing on eating now. Which was absolutely brilliant by the way. Zander could get used to this. And look, it's eyes.... Merlin, were they getting droopy, or were those Zander's eyes? Maybe a bit of both. 'Cause watching the Griffin start to fall asleep was making Zander Adair want to fall asleep.

With her raw meat in the bottle and Genevieve finally burrowing in her lap, Sophie watched the others try to liquefy their meat before she made any attempt at doing theirs. So... just incendio to melt it... and aguamenti to follow? THAT would make the meat liquid, instead of just cooking it? Welllllllllllllll... okay.

She was uncertain about this, but it was working for other people, soooo... might as well just give it a go.

Grateful that her unruly griffin was finally seeming to settle down and make itself comfortable in her lap, Sophie held her bottle out to the side and squinted suspiciously at the meat inside her bottle as if it was going to jump out and bite her before casting "Incendio!" inside.

How long was she supposed to wait? She wasn't sure, but she watched the meat and could feel it start to heat up - she didn't want it to cook and become a slab of meet in there, so she cast "Aguamenti!" into her bottle, watching the pure water trickle around the meat and settle inside.

Capping the bottle, Sophie shook it up to mix the meat and the water better, trying to get the meat to liquefy as best as possible and be of a better consistency. All the while, Genevieve watched her with eager eyes, occasionally digging her claws into Sophie's leg as it tried to make an eager lunge for the bottle. "No, Genevieve, y'gotta wait. S'almost done." The griffin didn't understand, and every now and then she would try again to steal the bottle from the Ravenclaw.

Griffins these days. They just had no patience for the art of bottle-making.

Having decided to take the sitting-down-and-waiting-for-a-griffin-to-choose-you method, Jenna was sitting there for a few minutes before one properly came over. A few had kind of walked over to look at her before quickly scurrying away to be picked by others, but she was patient, and now one had walked over and stayed there to check her out.

She couldn't help but smile as she reached a hand out to it - which it nipped at, so maybe this one was the one. Jenna carefully picked it - her, apparently - up and set her on her lap even as the little griffin wriggled around excitedly. What to name her though?

Jenna thought about it carefully as the professor explained the rest of their task. Get a blanket, clean bottle, melt food, add water, feed griffin...not too much to do, and hopefully not too hard if her griffin decided to cooperate.

Which it so far was, but it was still wiggling about and clearly wanting to climb all over her. Better get that blanket then.

"Accio blanket." And fortunately, since she had practiced this spell numerous times before now, it came almost instantly.

"Now, hold still, c'mon..." she mumbled as she tried to maneuver it around the excitable griffin - who still needed a name.

Somehow, as Jenna was wrapped the blanket around her, the name Lightning kept popping into her head. And it seemed kind of fitting? "Lightning, c'mon now." And finally the little one seemed to settle down, and the blanket was wrapped around her.

Maybe she liked her name? Hopefully so.

Janelle listened carefully as Professor Thompson explained what they would be doing next. Once she was clear on the next few steps, she directed her attention back to Buddy. "Alright Buddy, we're going to get you warm and comfy. Then it will be time to eat." Janelle believed in explaining things to animals and little kids. Even if they didn"t really understand. Sometimes they could get the message just by your voice.

Before she could carry out the next step, she needed a blanket. Janelle took out her wand and said, "Accio blanket." To her delight, the blanket made its way to her with no difficulty. She showed it to the griffin and said, "See, it's a nice blanket."

Janelle tried to speak in a soothing voice, as she carefully placed the blanket onto Buddy. "It's OK. You'll like it. it's nice and soft." Buddy gave a brief protest before he settled down and accepted the blanket. "Good boy. Now it's time to eat, but first I have to prepare your food." Hopfully Buddy was more patient than Janelle because this might take a while.

Okay. Now came the CUTE PART!!!! FEEEEEDING. Godric seemed hungry - he took after his adoptive mother (Marigold, obviously) and so she cradled him as he craned his lil head to try and reach the bottle.

"Hold on, little guy," she said, then moved the bottle to Godric's beak. Godric ate greedily, far too eagerly for a baby who was eating a reheated frozen raw meat concoction, but who was she to judge. The griffin finished off the entire bottle in an obscenely short time for such a tiny dude, but nevertheless Marigold dropped the bottle near her feet then bounced the baby griffin gently.

It took time, but Godric's eyes were opening and shutting at increasingly slow speeds. Marigold was expediting the sleeping process by humming Spella Luna's lullaby cover of History of Tragic, originally by Glitter Dragon. Sure enough, Marigold's humming helped, and the lil guy shut his eyes for what would be a peaceful slumber. CUTIE!GODRIC.

Marsha nodded her head, agreeing with this statement. ”They really are. I’m practising as much as I can in my free time but some of the spells we need in class aren’t even in my textbook to practise them outside of classes… but hopefully if I can get the spells and charms in my textbook down, then the next ones I get will have the ones to make some classes easier.” She hoped anyway.

Aww, he was cute hehe. As she held the bottle out, she gave another smile of thanks to Dot for the help. Okay, so the meat went into the bottle now…. That was easy enough, and screw the lid back on. THAT wasn’t as easy, since y’know one handed… but she got there with a little help from her ankles and another ”Shhh, darlin’” to Cadfael.

Once the bottle was once again settled on the floor in front of her, the Welsh girl focused on saying the fire charm just like Professor Quiggley had learnt her too. Incendio! Yay, fire. She looked at Dot with another small, ‘I’m sorry!’ smile, “Can you cast the second charm or spell or whatever for me? Does it create water or liquid or…?” The redhead had no idea what it did… only that it must affect the way the meat was made from a solid thing to liquid of some form.

As she watched the older girl rock her spellwork, she rocked Cadfael slightly… he looked so peaceful. Except for the constant looking and searching for the bottle with his head.

Janelle held onto Buddy for dear life. He was not going to get away from her without a fight, but hopefully it would not come to that. So far, it seemed that the griffin was on his best behavior. That was, after his initial moment of feistiness.

The next part was going to be a little tricky. Holding Buddy with one hand, Jannelle took a bottle. Then she set it down and took out her wand. Just to make sure the bottle was clean, Janelle pointed her wand at it and said, "Scourgify". One could never be too safe where babies were concerned. Once her bottle was ready, Janelle prepared to tackle the icky part. She could stand many things, but raw meat was not her favorite thing to handle. Unfortunately, Janelle really did not have a choice. Buddy needed to be fed so she sucked it up and grabbed some of the meat and placed it in the bottle.

Holding her breath to keep from gagging, Janelle got ready for the next step. "Focus on Buddy, Focus on Buddy", she said to herself. As long as she kept that in mind, she was good to go. "I'm going to let you go now Buddy, but I need you to behave. Stay near me while I fix your food." Janelle hoped that Buddy was listening because she needed both hands to get the food ready.

Even with Lightning the baby griffin was all wrapped up, Jenna had to continue to do everything one-handed, as she was trying to keep her grip on the little creature. It wasn't wiggling around as much, but it definitely didn't want to keep still for long, so she'd need to somehow work fast too to get it fed and sleepy.

So she grabbed a bottle to set in front of her then pulled out her wand again to Scourgify it. That was simple enough. Now to get the meat...

It was kind of gross, honestly. Only kind of though, since she figured it could probably be much worse, depending on the animal. So, carefully, keeping one arm tightly around the wiggling blanket-wrapped griffin, she moved to scoop some of the meat into the bottle. It took a couple scoops to get a proper amount into the bottle, but finally it seemed like enough.

So onto the next step.