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As usual, care of magical creatures lesson was taken a place at the backyard. But there's no desks and chairs were provided. Instead, the professor provided mats for the students to sit on and a clipboard for their writing. There's no sign of certain creature that they were gonna learn today. Professor Hernandez loved to reveal it later as a surprise.
Waiting for the students coming in, the CoMC professor stood leaning at the standing blackboard with a cup of coffee on his hand. The lesson would be in 30 minutes so he hoped that the students would come in join him soon.
OOC: Hello and welcome to the first OOC lesson of Care of Magical Creatures! Keep in mind that this is NOT the first lesson of the term considering that it's end of October already. The lesson will be continued in approximately 22-26 hours from this post!
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Oooooh that one! Charlotte picked a kneazle that at first glance appeared to be an empty cage but the kneazle was cowering at the back. She approached it quietly, her usual exuberance dampened and her gentle side coming through. She wanted to talk to it first, make it feel comfortable before she started fussing around. She didn't want to unsettle the little guy.
"Hello," Char greeted softly, and put her Daxton-approaching skills to good use, she wasn't going to hurt it. "I'm Charlotte. I'm going to help you out today, okay? Won't it be nice for everything in here to be clean? And for you to be fed and warm? And then you can nap a little, okay?" She got a little, weak mew in response, and Char reached her hand out for the kneazle to sniff.
"Aren't you sweet. Aren't you just so sweet?" Yup. She was making friends right here.
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"Ooh!" Kitty exclaimed excitedly as the professor informed them they'd e healing not Nifflers, but Kneazles. Both were interesting, cute creatures and she'd have been quite pleased to encounter either one. It was sad that they were sick, but Kitty was confident that they'd be better after the collective efforts of the class under a wise professor's supervision.
She made her way over to the supplies and replaced her black shiny boots with the school boots. Her boots were some of the most fashionable ones in school (in her opinion) but these other ones were OK too. She then picked up a box of supplies (bottles? Awww) and put on one of the masks by the front of the barn.
You know what, Matt was willing to help out these little critters with food. BECAUSE that had been his answer, y'know, eat loads of food when you were ill to get better and stuff.
Practice what you preach, init?
AND he had the brilliant idea of mixing the tonic with the milk, so the cats kneazles could have everything in one go. EFFICIENCY was KEY. Boom!
The fourth year added a few drops of the tonic into the milk bottle thing he was holding and... gave it a good SHAKESHAKESHAKE. The top of the liquid inside the bottle was now full of bubbles and Matt took a good SNIIIIIFFFFFFFFFF to check it out.
Still smelled like normal milk. He took that as a good sign.
"RIGHT-O, CATS, HERE YOU GO. Oh. Sorry, I shouldn't be that looouddd." He added the last bit in a stage whisperrrrrr that could probably still be heard by quite a few people. He approached one of the kneazles and sort of cupped his hand behind its head as he offered it the bottle. "Come on, now, don't be fussy."
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Whether or not Natalie could actually get sick from one of these things, she didn't care. She wasn't going to enjoy it. She didn't even know it was possible to get sick from weather change. That sounded fake, but okay.
With a huff, Natalie went in and found the least scary-looking kneazle. "Hey little guy..." she said, her nose up in a wrinkle. She couldn't believe she had to clean their litter box. Their POO. Gross.
Adjusting her mask to make sure it was covering every possible inch it could, Natalie got to work. She cleaned the drapes and got the scoop and scooped the kneazle poo, holding her breath the ENTIRE TIME and possibly putting herself at risk for passing out, but it was worth it. She felt better when she topped the box off with new sand, though.
The Kneazles were adorable! Kitty instinctively took out her camera (from where it had been in her pack) and snapped five pictures from different angles. "Taking pictures doesn't bother them, does it Professor?" she asked a little too late, the thought having just occurred to her as she finished taking the last picture. She readied a look of mild contrition in case the professor didn't approve.
But they were not here to take pictures, and Kitty was very eager to help the Kneazles in every she could. Setting aside her pack in a corner in the barn, she approached one of the Kneazle containers and decided to clean the bed first.
"Hi guys," she said, smiling faintly as she reached down to pet one of the Kneazles.
Zoryn was pretty preoccupied with the scene before her and had absolutely no idea that so many others were paying attention. Was she getting weird looks? Yeah, she definitely didn’t notice. Which… Was probably a good thing because she probably would’ve stuck her tongue out at the other mean Slytherins too .They deserved it.
She allowed Tenacius to walk her over to his seat so that she could be far away from the mean boy and the Professor.
She didn’t know how to feel though. She was still angry at the meanie-face boy, but… She was also sad that she lost points. And her Professor had yelled at her and that was THE WORST. So despite believing firmly that it wasn’t her fault, Zoryn did shrink a little in response to the whole fiasco. She wanted to leave. This lesson wasn’t fun any more. Which is why Noelle’s light touch was very well timed. At least GryffinMom was on her side. Tenacius and Noelle were THE BEST. Zoryn nodded her head loads at Noelle. She’d try to.
And though she didn’t really want to continue with the lesson, she dragged her feet around anyways. Only looking up when she heard someone talking in her ear. It was Derf. Zoryn knew because he talked funny. ”Really??” her eyes lit up just a little as she perked her head up in curiosity. Alice Fischer of the Montrose Magpies. Zoryn would remember that. Maybe the famous Quidditch player would be SUPER impressed!!
As for the werewolf thing, she let out a small giggle. ”Noooo, I’m not a werewolf,” it’d be super cool if she was though. ”Thanks Derf,” she gave her friend a small smile. She already felt loads better than before. And YEAH, she wanted to know the answer to Derf’s question too.
It took her longer than the others, but she finally washed up her hands and acquired a mask and some boots. Letting the others run ahead and find their kneazles.
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After cleaning the drapes, litter box, and giving tunick, Jonas looked to what was next on the list...watering them. Okay, should be simple enough. Despite everything that happened, Jonas genuinely loved creatures of all kinds. His favorite though was a niffler. They looked like platapuses and were super cute! Jonas caught sight of Zoryn. He mouthed an I'm sorry' to her. He knew though it probably wouldn't help anything.
As she was standing there waiting to go into the barn, it took her a minute to realize that James had joined her standing beside her. She flashed him a warm smile as they waited for the professors instructions. So the kneazles were just under the weather then, nothing to awful. But colds were no fun. She looked at the instructions, on the board.
Moving to find a kneazle to care for. She found a cute little sweet looking one, poor baby being sick. She smiled, "You are going to be better soon, I promise." She patted the kneazle on the head before, going to change its litter box. Cleaning it out and changing the sand. Then she took the old drapes down and put up the clean ones.
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Changing the litter box. As much as Etta loved animals.. that was a little... UM.. that wasn't cool. She looked around, trying to pick the cutest looking kneazle... Oh, right there! "Hi. She whispered softly, trying not to scare it. "Don't worry. You're definitely going to feel better soon." She comforted with a smile before she proceeded to change the drapes first.
Okay. Now, moving on to the less pleasant task. Trying not to pull a face, she slowly stared to clean the litter box and added fresh sand to it. Yay! DONE! She proudly patted herself on the back with a grin. It hadn't been so bad, after all. Next task now.
James smiled back at Kat. Would she need more of his help later like last time again? Of course, she was perfectly capable of handling it on her own. No doubt about that, but he would be around to help if she does need his help. James read through the instructions and went off to tend one of the sick kneazles. He couldn't help but keep 'Awwing...' in his head. "Hey little girl, do you want some water while I clean your litter box ..." Leaning closer, he gave a gentle brush on its back. He conjured water into her little bowl next to her. "Here you go..drink a little bit." He didn't want her dehydrated or thirsty.
James continued cleaning her sandbox by emptying them out and dumping new sand into her litterbox. With her new drapes changed, now she would feel more comfortable in here.
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They had to change the litter box sand? This was NOT what Brent had in mind when he found out he'd been healing sick creatures. He had pictured some syringe full of liquid medicine he'd have to just drop into the creatures' mouths. What he was basically going to be doing, though, was cleaning up poop.
Brent frowned and checked to make sure his gloves were extra secure on his hands. They were. He piled his stuff by his feet and looked around the area. There was a nice, smelly litter box just a few feet away. He guessed evanesco'ing the whole thing was out of the picture? Brent grabbed all the necessary tools and set to work cleaning up the litter box. His pride had hit an all time low.
He disposed of the old litter and looked around for a fresh batch. Finding it, he piled it into the box and used a rake to spread it around evenly. There. All done. He sighed to himself and looked at the creatures. Did they even know what he'd just done for them?
Like much of the class, Henry was momentarily distracted by whatever was going on between the Gryffindor first year and the slightly older Slytherin boy before the professor intervened. He hadn't been paying attention to them to begin with so he wasn't sure what it was all about. But the commotion did draw his attention long enough for him to forget what they were talking about or to offer an answer to whatever question might have been asked.
Oh, right. Sick creatures. And more specifically, sick kneazles? Aww, he didn't know they were sick. Of course, Henry loved kneazles and learning how to take care of them when they were ill would be most beneficial considering he had one himself and would be better equipped if Chewbacca came down with something.
He was also about to ask the professor just what kind of sickness the kneazles had and why so many of them were sick that there would be enough for the entire class to treat, but they were already heading to the barn. And Henry hadn't even washed his hands yet. He guessed he could ask later. If he remembered.
Already falling behind, he quickly grabbed a box of supplies and trotted off after the rest of the class. Once he was at the barn, he changed into the provided boots and grabbed a mask. Washing his hands was a must too. And after he finished all of that, he just caught the tail end of what Professor Hernandez was saying about the kneazles.
Ohh, change of weather could sometimes make them sick? Huh. He didn't know that. Maybe Chewbacca was just less sensitive to things like that. But pushing that thought aside for now, Henry looked up at the blackboard for his first set of instructions in order to help some sick kneazles.
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Feeling RELIEVED at the professor's words, Derf offered the man an eager grin and accompanying nod. "Oh...OKAY!" And then he was off and tempted to grab Zoryn by the arm and drag her with him, but he hesitated on doing so because his Slytherin buddy was the one who seemed to need more help...
...but his attention was quickly drawn to a nearby kneazle who needed the MOST help...so no offense fellow first years, he was an aspiring magizoologist on a MISSION.
Getting down on all fours and then eventually into army crawling position, he approached the creature. "Meow...meeeeeoooooow...meowmeow,"he explained while offering his hand for the creature to sniff. "Hi."
Nose aside, once the kneazle had shown Derf that it was accepting - if not indifferent - to his presence, he carefully reached out and touched the feline creature's ears. INSTANT FROWN! They were warm...and that wasn't GOOD. "Meooooooooooooow," he assured his kneazle. Just leave it to him!
Back up on his feet now, the Hufflepuff looked over the litter box and....oh yeah, there was definitely a digestive issue going on with this one. Probably had caught a bit of a nasty cold somewhere judging from the consistency of the secretions...not to mention the aroma.
Wand out, Derf decided that now was as good a time as ever to practice a Vanishing Spell. Sure, that little useful nugget was OWL level, but no time like the present to start practice, right?
RIGHT!
Wand out, the first year cleared his throat and took a few exaggerated deep breaths before his wand was pointed to the litter box. "Evanes-s-sco!"
Once again, his stutter cost him.
A bright blue light shot out of the first year's wand and into the litter box's sand and just when the hopefully Hufflepuff thought that maybe...juuuuuuuust maybe he had done something right for once....the contents - EVERYTHING - began to swell and soon it was all too obvious what was about to happen.
"WATCH OUT FOR FLYING S-SECRETIONS-S!" he shouted before diving on top of his kneazle.
*KABOOM* *SPLAT*
Good news was that the litter box WAS empty of its contents...so in essence he HAD performed the spell properly. Bad news was that the contents was, well, it wasn't in the litter box anymore.
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Who even knew what was going on, honestly? Usually the problem with COMC was that you could get bitten by an animal - but apparently first years were biting each other? Who knew anymore... It didn't matter, anyway, because there were sick kneazles and that just couldn't stand with her. NUH HUH. Animals needed love and care and although Daisy was much more of a dog person and kneazles were basically cats, they were still sick creatures.
To work, then.
Slightly behind her classmates, Daisy moved to wash her hands and follow the rest of the Professor's instructions. She managed to find a pair of boots close to her size - they were still too big, but she would make do - she proceeded to switch her uniform shoes for them and grabbed a mask. Oh, right! Moving to the tap, the Slytherin thoroughly washed her hands, not wanting to infect the poor sick kneazles with any germs. Only then did she put on her mask, making sure it covered her nose and her mouth. Now that felt weird.
She followed the class into the barn and watched as the other students moved to find the sick creatures, looking around and trying to decide where to go. She didn't really get that far, however, because soon enough a first year was screaming about secretions and her eyes widened as she took in the scene. Oh no. NO NO NO.
"Incomiiiiiiing!!!" Was the muffled scream that was heard through the mask as Daisy turned around and began to run towards the door. ESCAPE ESCAPE ESCAPE ESCAPE. It was useless, however, because not a second later a slightly weird explosion sound was heard and the fifth year felt something ... wet land all over her back.
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The first task was a little bit smelly. But she had grown up with cats and kneazles, and so she was used to changing them. So this didn't really bother her, and Hattie just got on and did it. She hummed to herself a little, keeping herself from getting distracted. She wanted to do this well, because she wanted the little kneazle to get better. Being sick sucked, and she didn't want the kneazle to feel icky. But now to move on the next bit of the activity.
Kneazle tonic. She didn't even know that it existed! But it sounded like good. She was about to get up and get the tonic for her kneazle, when she heard Daisy's voice. She quickly covered her head. "Ewwww. Who is throwing the stuff around?" The murmured, not wanting to uncover her hair till it was all gone.
Only the would she get the tonic. Her hair was important.
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Ok so it was the 'ol Vet assist routine. He's got this....
He entered the barn and neared the kneazles. They could be quite the finicky sort, so he took his time to sense which one was least likely to reject his care. He patted the head of one and then the other-- oh and heres one that bothered to look at him, blinking its beautiful blue-speckled yellow eyes and meowed softly.
Ok this one, this one picked him he knows it.
First he knew that since he was clean, he should do the "clean" duties first, usually that would mean giving the meds first, but he was still a stranger as far as these furry felines were concerned, so he gotta earn their trust first, and that means FOOD. He got a feeding bottle, scourgified it clean, heated up the bottle-- so it served to purify it AND heat its future contents-- then filled it with liquid food.
Then he neared his chosen kneazle, offering it the bottle while gently stroking its head and ears to convey the message that he was friendly and that it can relax "Hey there--" he looked at the nether regions "--buddy. How you feelin' today? Want some nom nom?"
The kneazle lifted his head and took to the bottle gratefully, but it was clear that he was in a weakened state. The Curly Top sat by the kneazle patiently until it didnt want to eat anymore. He followed that with more petting sessions, and soon enough the furry feline was purring contentedly.
Ok now for the tough part. Tonic time.
Without trying to break the petting session, the leonine lad rustled up the tonic into the dropper then gently, held the kneazle securely with his other hand "Please dont scratch me buddy o'mine " he cooed as he deftly squeezed the tonic into the side of the kneazle's mouth. Naturally it resisted, but he got the meds in, then followed it with more petting and cooing "Who's a good boy? You're the good boy...." pet pet pet.
Now that thats done, it was time to do some bedding changes. Tenacius unfurled the clean drapes then set it near the kneazles bed "C'mere boy, want some fresh bedding?... of course you doooo... " he lifted the kneazle up gently, cradling it between one hand and his chest, as his other hand replaced the old bedding with the fresh one. Curiously enough, the kneazle was watching him, still purring all the while "Aaaaaand back you go." he said as he settled the creature back into its bed, then set a blanket around him. Oh boy he was getting attached to this furry feline.
"Professor...... are these kneazles up for adoption?" its not like he's lacking for pets he's got a lot already but he's grown attached to this one ok? Ok.
And boom there goes disaster. As if by instinct, he uttered the shield charm to protect his sick but now clean and contented kneazle from the disaster that is the messy litter box from Derpyderp. Which of course meant he was now showered in the litter of another sick feline. Sighs. Whats a Vet gig without some poopy disaster eh?
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Harvey couldn't help but feel for the small creatures. Merlin knows he understood their pain - he had spent enough time in bed that summer! That made him doubly excited about doing actual practical work - a change from the previous year - since all he could really do was read instead of enjoy the sunshine. And he'd read enough about kneazles to want to actually get to know them better. And who knows, maybe he could befriend one...?
"I'd be happy to help outside of class too, Professor," he volunteered, hearing Char and Liv's voices pipe up. He sure wasn't going to get left behind on this!
So thinking, determined to prove himself capable of practical tasks, Harvey put on his mask and set to work.
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1. Keep the environment clean: Change their drapes and litter box sand.
This was simple enough. Trying not to breathe in as he changed the sand (and to avoid thinking about what was mixed in with the sand...), Harvey did his best to complete this task quickly. Carefully - but quickly.
2. Give 2-3 drops of kneazle tonic.
And now, actual contact! Preparing the tonic in one hand, realising his palms were rather sweaty (kneazles didn't bite... did they? He was quite sure he hadn't read anything about biting, though scratches, he was pretty sure, were a different matter...) - this was going to be his first interaction with kneazles, up close and all that - he began making soothing noises to the animal. He felt quite silly doing it, too, and hoped everyone else was as focused on what they were doing to not notice him.
It looked confused. And unwell. And very cute.
After a moment of nothing, the kneazle yawned, and Harvey took the opportunity to squeeze out three drops of the tonic onto its tongue. It didn't even look like it had noticed.
3. Clean the feeding bottle (use scouring charm)
Sighing with relief that he'd managed to complete the first task without too much trouble, Harvey fished out his wand and pointed it at the feeding bottle.
"Scourgify!" He muttered, happy at the sparkling and shining product which now lay in his hand. Just to be made dirty again, of course, as soon as he found the milk to fill it with.
4. Feed the kneazles (either with the milk or liquid food, just choose one of them). It would be better if you warm the bottle first using hot-air charm
Milk at the ready, Harvey was about to reach in to stroke the kneazle and hopefully get it sleepy enough so that it would yawn and he could feed it, when he realised the bottle was actually quite cold in his hand. Oops.
He quickly cast the hot-air charm at it, and after a few minutes he lowered his hands towards the kneel again (palms still sweating).
It just stared at him.
"Ugh, I don't really know how to do this, you know, so it would be really great if you could help me and just, term, open up, come on, you must be hungry, open up, or maybe you're sleepy, and you have to yaaaawn, whichever it is, come on, smell this, doesn't it smell good..." and so talking, waving the bottle in front of the kneazle's nose, Harvey finally saw his moment when the creature poked out a tongue and shoved the bottle into its mouth.
The kneel did look rather surprised - it made a strange sound, and Harvey was momentarily worried he might have choked it unwittingly - but then - and he imagined this sense of achievement was what new mothers must feel - it began to suck.
And so the milk disappeared rather quickly.
"You must be feeling better, huh," Harvey smiled at it as the kneazle finished the last of the food, and stroked its fluffy ears.
Yes, he could definitely do this again. It made him feel pretty good about himself (though he also knew this wasn't really the point of the exercise).
5. Keep them warm using the blanket.
Deciding he wasn't quite ready to pick the kneazle up (were they even allowed or supposed to?!), Harvey spent far more time than was strictly necessary tucking in the sick creature, folding the ends of the blanket around it, arranging and rearranging, as he stared at the cute little thing, secretly really wanted to ask his parents for one, and waited for class to end.
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Kane had JUST entered the area and picked out his kneazle - a really skinny looking one that he was affectionally going to call Smelly Cat - when there were suddenly FECES exploding and flying around. It was like a NIGHTMARE.
"What in the--COME HERE SMELLY CAT! I'LL SAVE YOU!" he screeched, scooping up his kneazle who gave a loud meow of protest, and running towards the corner. He took his Hufflepuff scarf and tried to drape it over his hair and Smelly Cat's face, but it didn't do a whole lot to cover them.
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1. Keep the environment clean: Change their drapes and litter box sand.
2. Give 2-3 drops of kneazle tonic.
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4. Feed the kneazles (either with the milk or liquid food, just choose one of them). It would be better if you warm the bottle first using hot-air charm
5. Keep them warm using the blanket.
Noelle was jotting down some of the notes, the best she could while she was standing up. She had just gotten her parchment back into her pocket when yells were heard. Noelle looked up and saw a litter box exploding.
Oh bloody hell.
Perfect opportunity to work on the spell they just were taught in DADA. Pulling her wand out quickly as the contents poured down, she shot out her shield charm and then reinforced it. The pale blue color illuminating from the shield. and yessss, only a few fecal matter got on her.
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It looked the student had understood the step and it was good. It meant that his instructions were very clear. Oh yes, he needed to secure a student's rat first. But then Tenacius came to ask him a question. "Yes, but not all of you can adopt it, kneazles are XXX classification and it requires license for owning them." Jordan explained. "Do you want to adopt one?" Because if yes, the Gryffindor prefect needed to show that he's qualified and capable for owning a kneazle, so he could get the license and... one kneazle will belong to the Salanders.
Oh, another student wanted to help outside the class too! That's good. "Feel free to visit them when you have free time, Mr. Jarvis." He nodded to the Ravenclaw boy. Didn't the students know that the barn is opened for them? Maybe they didn't. Jordan didn't mind if they want to visit the creature or even better, helping him taking care of them. As long as they didn't create a drama or something like that... Ahem. Plus, the barn wouldn't be such a good snogging spot.
Finishing with the question, the CoMC professor put Leesha's rat at the safe place and back to the lesson and then.... Something happened.
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Holy crups.
With a quick reflect, he cast shield charm to protect himself from the litter disaster. Jordan observed around to see how could this happened. Realized that it happened because a certain Hufflepuff miscast a spell, he just shook his head and speechless. Seriously, he had no idea what to say to Derfael. He could not be mad at the boy, it's not his fault that he couldn't perform the spell. But well, maybe just a little friendly reminder then. "Mr. Ashbury-Hawthorne..." He put his hand on Derfael's shoulder. "Next time if you need a help for casting a spell or something else, don't be afraid to ask me or the older students."
That's all. Could they move on and continue with the activity? "If any of you have become the litter victim, I give you time to clean yourself."
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Alright! So the kneazles were cooperating with him. He lookrd onto the next two final steps. Feeding and keeping them wam. Simple enough. As he feld them milk, he knew it was a bad idea to talk but if he didn't snap maybe it would be okay?? He heard about adopting Kneazles.
"What about nifflers professor?" He asked.
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It looked the student had understood the step and it was good. It meant that his instructions were very clear. Oh yes, he needed to secure a student's rat first. But then Tenacius came to ask him a question. "Yes, but not all of you can adopt it, kneazles are XXX classification and it requires license for owning them." Jordan explained. "Do you want to adopt one?" Because if yes, the Gryffindor prefect needed to show that he's qualified and capable for owning a kneazle, so he could get the license and... one kneazle will belong to the Salanders.
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Holy crups.
With a quick reflect, he cast shield charm to protect himself from the litter disaster. Jordan observed around to see how could this happened. Realized that it happened because a certain Hufflepuff miscast a spell, he just shook his head and speechless. Seriously, he had no idea what to say to Derfael. He could not be mad at the boy, it's not his fault that he couldn't perform the spell. But well, maybe just a little friendly reminder then. "Mr. Ashbury-Hawthorne..." He put his hand on Derfael's shoulder. "Next time if you need a help for casting a spell or something else, don't be afraid to ask me or the older students."
That's all. Could they move on and continue with the activity? "If any of you have become the litter victim, I give you time to clean yourself."
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The kneazles are open for adoption asdfasdfasdfas!!!
"Yes Sir yes I do and we can take care of the license sure we can Sir!!" he answered excitedly. Ok so maaaaybe he has to clear this with his parents because he practically has a mini Scamander sanctuary as it is with the number of pets he has but hey whats one more right? "Uhm Professor.... how do I obtain a license?"
Oh and before he forgets he should clean up the litter box... and himself.
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Sigh. This lesson was on backwards! Firstly, someone had gotten bitten and it hadn't been by a creature and now students had poop all over them - including her, thank you very much - and again, the animals were blameless.
Honestly, the animals were being run out of a job by the students.
Still, the Slytherin couldn't really blame the little kid; as far as she could tell it had been an accident and honestly, Daisy wasn't that good at magic, either. Still, just to make sure, she would stay away from any first years around.
At least Professor Hernandez hadn't taken points away from the boy. So, moving on. Sick kneazles.
Daisy took one step towards the cages with the animals but stopped when she felt something dripping down her back. Oh, right. She had to clean herself up. The fifteen year old reached for the wand that was safely kept in the pocket of her uniform and performed a scouring charm on herself as best she could. Eh. It would do, she would deal with the rest later. She took extra care in cleaning the front of her robes and her hands, however, to make sure she didn't contaminate the rest of the animals.
She finally found a lonely cage, luckily as far away from Derf as possible, and crouched down to look at the poor sick kneazle inside it. It seemed so sickly and still. Not to worry, she would get it on the path to health in no time. YAY! What were the instructions again? The fifth year student looked over at the blackboard that had been summoned and nodded. Oh right. That had sort of been what had started all this.
"Hey there little kitten.." She whispered to the slow-blinking animal in front of her. She reached for it with one hand and gently picked it up, proceeding to cradle it against her chest as she magically removed the sand from his litter and into a bucket and then proceeded to spread around fresh, clean sand. "We're having a very nice snuggle, aren't we?" Next it was the drapes. Still, softly holding the sick kneazle, Daisy carefully managed to remove the drapes from its litter and dropped them by her knees. She didn't exactly know where the new, clean drapes were so, with a sneaky look at Professor Hernandez, to make sure he wasn't looking just in case she was doing something wrong, the Slytherin used her wand to summon a fresh pair of drapes.
Ahem. Surely they didn't belong to anybody!
There. Now the little kneazle had new sand and drapes in his litter box! Step one on the road to healthy life was complete!
Ugh. There really was no justice in the world. Something in the professor’s tone warned her not to push the matter any further, though, so she dropped her hand with a pout, until the next minute, when she found herself with another burningly urgent question.
“Professor,” she called, waving her arm around once more. “Aren’t most diseases just for one animal? Because if we had a cold, a Kneazle couldn’t get it, could they? So what disease do they have that we can get as well? Can all the different creatures get it? Is that like Dragon Pox?”
Much as she wasn’t a fan of Care of Magical Creatures in general (at least not the practical side), this lesson could have been worse. Okay, it wasn’t nice to have to clean up after sick animals, but Kneazles were kind of like cats, and she got on with them. She kinda thought her own cat might be part Kneazle, though he wasn’t really fluffy enough- but he was too clever to be a normal Muggle cat, there was definitely something magical about him. That was a good point- she’d have to make sure to wash her hands well after class so that she didn’t get him ill.
For now, though, she had a job to do. She wasn’t too keen to touch the dirty litter with her bare hands, so she [i]wingardium leviosa[i]-ed it out of the tray instead, concentrating deeply as she directed it into the bin in a neat stream. There- how was that for cross-curricular?
This concluded, she was just reaching for her kneazle (a skinny grey kitten who reminded her quite a lot of her own cat) when she heard a stammered yell of alarm and just had time to cast a shield charm before all hell broke loose. Wow. She was really bringing in all her other subjects today. Good thing they’d covered that in DADA.
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You're going to get better now, you hear?" Carlton looked at the kneazle but it just stared blankly back up at him. "See, you might want an older student to help take care of you but you got me. And so you have to deal with it."
He crouched down and reluctantly started to clean the drapes and the litter box. This was the worst part. He wondered how Natalie dealt with this. Thankful for the mask he successfully cleaned the litter box. When everything was clean, he expected a little reaction from the kneazle but got nothing. Not even a little flinch.
Carlton had apparently picked a very ungrateful one. "You'll thank me when you're feeling better." He muttered and looked over at the board. Kneazle tonic... Right. He leaned forward, tonic in hand. "OK, just a feeeew drops of..." He spilled the tonic on one of its paws. "Oopsie..." He looked over where Professor Hernandez was but he seemed busy with all the flying feces. Thankfully, that was at the other end of the barn. Carlton turned back to the kneazle and saw it clean its paw off. So it got the tonic. NEAT.
He straightened his back, beaming. Now to clean the feeding bottle. All the steps up to this point had worked, or semi-worked but a scouring charm? He didn't know how to do that and the thought of more feces flying around scared him. So instead of fully following the instructions he sneaked off and cleaned it with water because yeah, safety first. He found his little kneazle and gave the bottle back to it.
So he couldn't perform the scouring spell but he did know Chaudensis because Liv and Professor Myers had taught him that in Herbology. "Chaw-den-sis." He murmured quietly to himself before getting his wand out and aiming it at the bottle. "Chaudensis." He felt the bottle getting slightly warmer and he hoped that was enough. At least it hadn't melted like a bucket in Herbology had. Quickly he filled it with milk as he got a blanket. He was working fast now. No time to chit-chat, no time to avoid stepping in kneazle feces.
Carlton wrapped his kneazle up in a blanket and lifted it up in his arms. For a second he swayed from the weight. His kneazle wasn't huge but then again, neither was Carlton. It gave out a 'meow' and gazed at him accusingly. Carlton glared back, picked up the milk bottle and started walking over to the others with the kneazle in his arms. He walked slowly. Thud, thud, thud.
"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuush little kneazle don't say a word, Carlton's gonna give you some lukewarm milk. And if that milk is not that dandy, Carlton's gonna give you... Some kneazle candy." He sat down snuggling his kneazle close to him.
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When all of the offending litter that as floating and being thrown around only then did Harriet take her arms from above her head. She did not want to get covered in litter, especially used litter. She shook her head, and then turned her attention back to her kneazle. Now she could get back to making the kneazle all better. Okay. It was time for the tonic. She petted the kneazle, and then carefully gave the kneazle 3 drops of the tonic. She was very careful to make sure that it was only 3, because she didn't want to over dose the kneazle. That would not be good at all.
Now she had to clean the feeding bottle. That was okay. She petted the kneazle, making sure it was nice and comfy in the little box, before she got her wand out, and pointed it at the feeding bottle. "Scourgify" she murmured, and watched as the feeding bottle got all clean. "That's much better" She murmured with a nod. Now the kneazle would have nice clean water.
Hattie got excited now, because she believed that she had gotten to the best bit. She carefully warmed up a bottle of milk with the hot-air charm, making sure it wasn't too hot. She then sat on the floor, with the kneazle on her lap, and gently fed it. This was fun actually. She liked this. She hummed, as she kneazle drank up all of the milk. That was good. Food and warm milk was a good thing to make people better, so she assumed it would be the same for the little kneazle.
And the she finally placed the kneazle back into it's little box, and carefully put a blanket over it, so that it wouldn't get cold. "I hope you feel better" She murmured with a smile, making a mental note to make sure to ask the Professor if the kneazles had gotten better at a later time.
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It's the end of the show. Of the historemix. We switched up the flow. And we changed the prefix
But we want to say. Before we drop the curtain. Nothing is for sure. Nothing is for certain
Lesson: CoMC I 
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Jonas caught sight of Zoryn. He mouthed an I'm sorry' to her. He knew though it probably wouldn't help anything.
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