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Suziella · #1 (**permalink**) 04-18-2017, 11:27 PM

Not too far from the barn, a uniquely shaped hut is just at the edge of the Forbidden Forrest. This is not only Professor Wayland's living quarters, but it is also his office. Outside you will notice tons of wood logs and a fire pit. To the right of the hut there is a brand new swimming pool that is only for the Professor's use unless permission is given otherwise. On the porch there are two lawn chairs. After you knock on the door you may sit and wait there until the professor is ready to see you.

When you enter the hut, you will immediately notice that the downstairs area is the Professor's office. On the walls there are many pictures of Professor Wayland with interesting creatures and different people, including his family members, friends, and mentors from school and previous occupations. There are also diagrams depicting different creatures, pointing out body parts and what they do, as well as information about what they may eat.

There isn't really room for a huge desk, but there is a roll top desk in the back right corner of the room and two comfortable chairs sit next to it. On the left side of the room is a cozy fireplace with a small black leather couch. There is a brand new picture on the mantle of himself and Professor Kennedy happily smiling in front of a picturesque view of the Mediterranean Sea. There is also a 4 foot perch for Professor Wayland's Phoenix, Ash, to sit on; though, sometimes you might find the beautiful bird flying around outside of the Hut or perched on the roof. There are many shelves of different books. Most of the books are about creatures. The rest are a mixture of fiction, Sci-fi, graphic novels, and there might be a romance novel...or two.

Behind the staircase is a full kitchen. Yes, Professor Wayland does dine at the castle, but most days he doesn't have time to get up there so he cooks for most meals. The staircase leads to a bedroom that has been magically extended. It is far bigger than it should be and holds a very large bed, a closet, a dresser, and a night stand with a reading lamp on it. The bathroom is small but of well design. Student's however, are not allowed upstairs, so please keep out!

Please, knock and wait at the door! Professor Wayland will be with you as soon as possible!

OOC: There is no waiting area thread, so please just RP your character knocking on the door and wait for Professor Wayland to answer. Also, please don't RP for Ash. You may RP that you SEE him flying around or on the roof, etc., but Ash is a Phoenix and only comes to his master unless someone shows great loyalty to Professor Wayland.

sweetpinkpixie · 01-09-2019, 04:25 PM

They had been fussing at him all morning in protest and Derf had been trying his best to explain to them that he absolutely could not keep them in his trunk anymore. That they had gone over this all summer and each of them had promised him that when they returned to Hogwarts and had spent one last night with him in his bed that it was back to their original home. That things were safe again and Hogwarts was not what it had been last term. But, much like Derf himself and all the traumas he had gone through since his first year...words and actions were hard to get on the same page...or even in the same library for that matter.

But, somehow, he had gotten them all to climb into the pockets of his robes willingly and now here he was outside Professor Wayland's hut...reluctantly knocking. Needless to say...he was not particularly looking forward to this. For a lot of reasons.

And his head still hurt and stomach still felt queasy from the lingering effects of the love potion.

Suziella · 01-16-2019, 04:43 AM

Tristan had just gotten back to his hut from a long day of lessons and cleaning up the barn, and was guzzling down a glass of water when a knock came at the door.

He knew exactly who it was because he had set up the meeting. The creatures professor took one last gulp of water, wiped his sweaty face off with a kitchen towel and headed for the door, his boots clomping against the wooden floors.

Once at the door, he took a deep breath. He knew this wasn't going to be an easy conversation, but it needed to be had and consequences needed to be paid. He closed his eyes for a moment and exhaled. Opening his eyes, he pulled the door towards him. "Hello, Derfael. Please, come in and sit down in one of the chairs by my desk." He said in a calm voice. There was no smile. Just a stern, unemotional look.

sweetpinkpixie · 01-19-2019, 10:18 AM

Derf had been mulling over this conversation all summer. Quite literally from the moment he had given in to his protective instincts and decided to take all the bowtruckles home with him over the summer, to be entirely honest...so the official summons of sorts by way of note had been encouraging to the Hufflepuff at first that they were on the same page: a talk. But what he had not counted on was Professor Wayland reacting so negatively to it, not to this degree at least. He was quick to pick up on the use of his full name over Derf as well as the way the man looked at him and also had had a few people ask what the scolding at the seventh year blonde had been about at the start-of-term feast considering he had been the victim of a love potion that one Zoryn Spinnet hadn't even bothered to pretend was not her doing.

....someone else he needed to have a talk with.

But the lack of smile, no, the lack of a GRIN which the Creatures professor tended to lean on more than anything was beyond unnerving and only accentuated by the complete lack of emotion. Derf had...no idea that Professor Wayland was this attached to the bowtruckles - who seemed equally as started by the man's persona based upon the slight tremble inside his pockets.

"I..." he began as he stepped inside and eyed the chair, not entirely feeling like sitting until he got a few things off his chest. And, well, a few things out of his pockets. "...I know I shouldn't have taken them home with me...should have left them here...but they were petrified, professor..." The Head Boy began as he lowered his hands to allow them all to crawl out of his pockets and on to his palms. "...they...they had seen things...one of their own experimented on...Hogwarts...and everything here just didn't feel safe...they were traumatized and felt...abandoned..."

A sentiment that was not exclusive to the creatures either.

".......we thought you were gone...and the end of term feast was...complicated...."

Suffering from alexithymia, he struggled to find any other word to describe that evening.

"....I'm sorry...but...but they are all here and accounted for. Healthy. Happier. Ready to come home..."

Suziella · 01-30-2019, 04:57 AM

Tristan watched as the boy before him started to fall apart, giving him every excuse he could to make it okay. It wasn't just about the Bowtruckles. But Tristan knew he would just have to let that part go. It would be completely unprofessional of him and he wasn't going to go there with a student.

As he listened to Derfael speak, he folded his arms over his chest, letting the door fall closed. He kept his face blank and just listened. He knew Derfael felt he did what was best for the Bowtruckles. But that wasn't Derfael's decision to make. Certain words were sticking to him though. Experimented on...traumatized...abandoned. But he maintained his composure. He knew Alek and the things that man did to creatures. He had a lot of pent up anger that that man was even allowed in this school around children, let alone his creatures.

Tristan took a deep breath and looked down at his boots for a moment before looking back up at Derfael. There was a slight sadness in his eyes. Quietly he said, "Please, Derfael. Sit down." He turned and made his way over to his desk, relaxing his arms as he walked, his boots clomping against the wooden floors. He sat in his chair, rubbing his face with his hands for a moment.

sweetpinkpixie · 02-02-2019, 06:15 PM

Derf knew that, technically speaking, he was not in the right to do what he had done. But he also wasn't entirely apologetic for it. Especially with the bowtruckles clinging to him and hiding in him - literally, his pockets - after everything had happened. But....no one else had been around. No one else was stepping in to do anything. Which was partly why this whole polyjuice thing had hurt Derf so badly. It hadn't just been the deception and lies to students...it hadn't felt like they truly had the students' interests at heart. Why hadn't Professor Wayland done something even in his false student form? Where had he been during all this? Encouraging a rebellion that only got Derf's peers more in trouble?

There was a lot of hurt. A lot to unpack. And Derf found his thoughts drifting to Professor Stewart now too, her actions causing Jessa to essentially be tortured. Nothing about last term felt right. Nothing. And Derf was trying his best to understand and sort through it all. But his trust had been shattered, in a lot of ways, and it wasn't like you could just slap some spell-o-tape on that and fix it.

Though it was his fervent hope that something could be fixed today.

Nodding, Derf slid into the seat offered and moved his arms so they lay on the desk to allow the bowtruckles - including Picketta - to scramble there way across an over his muscles and line up in front of the Creatures professor. And then...Derf waited for whatever blow was about to come. The urge to fidget somehow becoming really REALLY hard to resist.

Suziella · 02-07-2019, 06:09 AM

Moving his hands away from his face with a sigh, Tristan watched as the Head Boy made his way to the seat across from him. He hated how he felt right now. The anger he felt not just for this but for everything that had transpired last term. Either way, they needed to get past this. He didn't want any student to feel uncomfortable around him.

He watched as Derfael let the Bowtruckles make their way onto his desk. A small smile broke out over his face as he watched the little creatures scurry across his desk. They were all well taken care of, and seemed to be happy and looking very shy onhis desk, though Dahlia made her way straight to his shoulder. Heavens, he missed her and was so glad she was okay. His heart broke a little thinking about the one they had lost. "They have been through too much." He said quietly, before looking up at the young man sitting in front of him. "And so have you." But that didn't change the fact that he had done the things that he had done.

Tristan began speaking gentle but stern, "The minute you saw me in the great hall you should have come to me and given them to me. I understand that you thought you were doing what was best for them but," he sighed and took a breath, "they are not your pets to take home with you. They are creatures that have been orphaned or injured or have only known that barn as their home. Picketta is yours, and I have no problem that you took her home because you have been taking her home since you adopted her from me, but the rest aren't yours and have never left the barns. You took them from their home, Derfael." He said pointedly, looking directly at the young man hoping he realized just how serious this was.

He leaned up in his chair and looked the young man directly into his eyes. "You, out of anyone, know how detrimental that can be to Bowtruckles. The barn is their Home tree!" By the end of that sentence, his gentle!stern tone had disappeared and stern!angry had made it's way through.

He hated that he was so angry about this but he couldn't help it. He was highly disappointed in the young man across from him.

sweetpinkpixie · 02-13-2019, 06:51 PM

If the professor was disappointed, then the only word fitting for the seventh year was devastation. And the hardest part of it all was feeling as though he wasn't allowed to speak freely, to voice his opinions...you know? Because there was a rage bubbling up inside of him about all this and part of him wanted to lash out like a rabid dog and fulfill that image the former Charms professor had of him.

And then Professor Wayland said the word 'pets'...he nearly did.

Head snapping upwards and meeting the man's gaze, the Hufflepuff's face read completely aghast and he could not believe that the Creature's professor, after all this time, would honestly believe that that was how he felt towards creatures...towards bowtruckles in particular...and he took everything as a personal affront.

And it all ready so vividly on his face, the insult...the hurt...the lack of trust...the disappointment in the lack of understanding...it hurt. It hurt so much and honestly the Head Boy felt like crying from all his pent up frustrations.

"....why did you lie to us. To all of us," Derf found himself saying instead. "...you were here...all those months...while that man was here in that tent. You were here all this time that he was in command of these creatures. You were here when he robbed them of their home. They asked me...begged me to take them away from here, professor. Just like Picketta's original Home Tree was taken from her...that monster robbed them of theirs. Hogwarts wasn't safe to them. They felt abandoned by you...and I had to try and assure them that they hadn't been....I had to believe that wasn't the case...but then the feast...seeing that potion wear off...putting pieces together...knowing Jessa too was tortured because of actions initiated by professors were are supposed to trust...how...how can you expect me, or any of us, to put our faith in you so quickly when you couldn't even trust a single student with your identities? You had been here all this time and lying to all of us so where were you while he experimented on creatures?! "

Unlike the professor, his voice had somehow maintained a calm tone, though it was seriously on edge and his face read everything he was trying not to allow reflect. And his eyes were even shimmering a little, but he refused to give in and let the tears fall. Absolutely refused.

Suziella · 03-04-2019, 06:29 AM

A deep and utter sadness soaked through his bones like a wet blanket on a frigid night. Did Derfael really think he wasn't trying his hardest to protect them? He sighed rubbing his hands over his face. This wasn't about Bowtruckles anymore.How would he explain this? He was just a kid making assumptions he thought were true; what it looked like to him. He looked up, a very sad intensity in his eyes, and said "I don't have to answer you Derfael, but I will...because I feel like it is important that you understand what happened." He looked down at his calloused hands, before placing them on the table in front of him.

"We had to keep our identities from the students, it was crucial to getting Hogwarts liberated from that tyrant. If any of the students found out, including you, you know how quickly gossip gets around this school." He said quietly, "Our plan would have failed in days, if not hours, especially if the prefects found out and you know that is true. We had to play the part or risk being caught. Surely, you understand that, Derfael." He said looking at him with the most sincere face possible.

"It ate me up. I couldn't do a thing. I had to make sure I didn't go to Petrov's lessons so I wouldn't be tempted to risk our mission. I didn't know what he was doing until I overheard other students talking about what you had to do, and I am so terribly sorry you had to go through that and be tricked by that terrible man. Do you really think I didn't want to save these creatures? Or my students? It took my everything not to go down to the barns and rip Petrov a new one! We were doing everything we could to bring that man and his lackeys down. For you and everyone else in this school. I don't know what happened with Jessa and the others that were injured. It wasn't part of the plan to get anyone hurt. None of us wanted that. We didn't expect them to cause harm to you. Probably, because we never would ourselves." He said intently looking into Derfaels eyes. "I wasn't there because I was in the school helping to collect students stories to send off to the ministry, the Prophet and the Board of Governors. We lied to you to protect you. Had you known it was us and we had been discovered...there is no telling what Scrimgeour would have done to you. We had to lie to you to protect you, don't you understand that, Derfael? We didn't want to lie. Our priority was protection of our students." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, rubbing his face with his hand and sighed.

His anxiety was catching up to him. He hoped he wouldn't completely break down in front of the head boy...but if he did...he hoped Derfael would realize how much he hated how everything turned out. "I wanted to protect them so badly...," he said quietly, looking at the creatures in front of him. Dahlia snuggled up to his cheek as a single tear slid down his face. "If you hate me now, that's fine. But I would do what I did again in a heartbeat to save my students and my school." He was close to breaking.

He moved a hand to his pocket and pulled out a hand full of dried wood lice for the Bowtruckles, who slowly made their way towards him and quickly snatched away the treats, leaving a couple for Dahlia who wouldn't leave his shoulder. A small sad smile crossed his lips as he watched them.

*Kolyander* · 03-04-2019, 02:36 PM

Rylee was back. After nearly two weeks of being at home and there was no point in wasting time. A trip to the oasis happened first and than a trip to the barns followed. It was as she was leaving the Infant Creatures barn that a thought occurred to her. She probably had a TON of work to make up from her lessons. Might as well go see her professors and see what she needed to do.

Making her way to the door of the hut, she lifted her fist and knocked only loud enough to hopefully be heard. Dropping her hand down she stood there awkwardly waiting when normally she would have been a ball of energy. Hopefully he was here and not to busy.

Suziella · 03-07-2019, 05:34 AM

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Rylee was back. After nearly two weeks of being at home and there was no point in wasting time. A trip to the oasis happened first and than a trip to the barns followed. It was as she was leaving the Infant Creatures barn that a thought occurred to her. She probably had a TON of work to make up from her lessons. Might as well go see her professors and see what she needed to do.

Making her way to the door of the hut, she lifted her fist and knocked only loud enough to hopefully be heard. Dropping her hand down she stood there awkwardly waiting when normally she would have been a ball of energy. Hopefully he was here and not to busy.

Tristan was grading some papers and eating a doughnut when he heard a knock at the door. He looked from his pen to his doughnut and back again before shrugging his shoulders and shoving the whole thing in his mouth and dropping his pen. He pushed his chair back and stood, wiping the crusted glaze onto his jeans, and began walking to the door, all while chewing the doughnut.

As he got to the door, he saw Rylee standing there. He had a feeling he knew what this was about. But he waited to answer until he had swallowed the the doughnut completely. He pulled the door open, "Hello, Rylee. It's good to see you. Please, come in. Have a seat in one of the chairs by my desk." He pointed to the right, while moving out of the way and holding the door open for her.

*Kolyander* · 03-07-2019, 01:44 PM

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Originally Posted by Suziella

Tristan was grading some papers and eating a doughnut when he heard a knock at the door. He looked from his pen to his doughnut and back again before shrugging his shoulders and shoving the whole thing in his mouth and dropping his pen. He pushed his chair back and stood, wiping the crusted glaze onto his jeans, and began walking to the door, all while chewing the doughnut.

As he got to the door, he saw Rylee standing there. He had a feeling he knew what this was about. But he waited to answer until he had swallowed the the doughnut completely. He pulled the door open, "Hello, Rylee. It's good to see you. Please, come in. Have a seat in one of the chairs by my desk." He pointed to the right, while moving out of the way and holding the door open for her.

When the door in front of her opened, Rylee sucked in a slow breath, blowing it out even more slowly. "Hello, Professor. It's nice to be back," she whispered softly in reply. Being back at Hogwarts meant she would be busy again and keeping busy was the very best thing for her right now.

"Thank you." Rylee managed a very small smile while slipping past Tristan into the hut. A quick glance around and seeing her HoH point to the right where there was indeed a desk and some chairs she nodded. Selecting one of the chairs closest to her she slipped down onto the seat. "I'll try not to take up to much of your time as I'm sure you're probably very busy..." Plus all she really needed was the work she had missed.

sweetpinkpixie · 03-07-2019, 04:23 PM

The more Professor Wayland spoke....the more Derf found him wishing he hadn't come here in the first place. Though he knew he had to because he had to return the bowtruckles. But his heart continued to sink and the seventh year learned another lesson in this moment, one he wished he hadn't had to learn.

Swallowing thickly as the man finished, the Hufflepuff simply shook his head and felt surprisingly very little at the man's tears. ...didn't go to lessons...didn't go down to the barns... wasn't part of the plan to get anyone hurt .... lied to you to protect you... He felt his own eyes wishing to water from frustration, because there was zero remorse from someone who had been his hero here at Hogwarts. Zero remorse for the by products of their actions...because it was for the greater good? His thoughts winced terrible at the historical reference that came to mind and the Head Boy knew that he had to leave before this conversation, memories, and emotions got the better of him.

"...I do not hate you, professor," he said weakly. "I am disappointed." It felt like another death of his youth, seeing a hero falling from grace. At least...in his eyes and confused heart it did. "....may I be dismissed?"

Because he had nothing more he wanted to say and even less that he wished to hear.

Suziella · 03-11-2019, 03:34 AM

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When the door in front opened, Rylee sucked in a slow breath, blowing it out even more slowly. "Hello, Professor. It's nice to be back," she whispered softly in reply. Being back at Hogwarts meant she would be busy again and keeping busy was the very best thing for her right now.

"Thank you." Rylee managed a very small smile while slipping past Tristan into the hut. A quick glance around and seeing her HoH point to the right where there was indeed a desk and some chairs she nodded. Selecting one of the chairs closest to her she slipped down onto the seat. "I'll try not to take up to much of your time as I'm sure you're probably very busy..." Plus all she really needed was the work she had missed.

Tristan gave her a small smile, "We sure missed you around here." The circumstances on which she left had hit him close to home. He knew exactly what she was going through. But he would only talk about it if she wanted to.

"Of course." He said with a wink and a grin. He watched as she chose a chair and then made his way over to his desk and sat in his own. Guessing she saw all of the stacks of papers on his desk, he gave her a smile and said, "You don't worry about that. You take up all the time you need. So, how can I help you today?" He asked with an encouraging smile hoping there was something he could do to help her.

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The more Professor Wayland spoke....the more Derf found him wishing he hadn't come here in the first place. Though he knew he had to because he had to return the bowtruckles. But his heart continued to sink and the seventh year learned another lesson in this moment, one he wished he hadn't had to learn.

Swallowing thickly as the man finished, the Hufflepuff simply shook his head and felt surprisingly very little at the man's tears. ...didn't go to lessons...didn't go down to the barns... wasn't part of the plan to get anyone hurt .... lied to you to protect you... He felt his own eyes wishing to water from frustration, because there was zero remorse from someone who had been his hero here at Hogwarts. Zero remorse for the by products of their actions...because it was for the greater good? His thoughts winced terrible at the historical reference that came to mind and the Head Boy knew that he had to leave before this conversation, memories, and emotions got the better of him.

"...I do not hate you, professor," he said weakly. "I am disappointed." It felt like another death of his youth, seeing a hero falling from grace. At least...in his eyes and confused heart it did. "....may I be dismissed?"

Because he had nothing more he wanted to say and even less that he wished to hear.

Sadness and guilt ached through his chest. Not the guilt of what he had done, but the guilt that any of his students or creatures had been harmed. He knew Derfael would never understand unless he was put in the same position. For now, it was best to let it go and let it be what it will be. He couldn't change the past, but he could protect the future.

"You may go." Tristan said quietly, holding his sadness just below the surface. He knew there was nothing left to say.

sweetpinkpixie · 03-11-2019, 10:31 AM

His feet felt as though they were made of lead and like his chest had been sucker punched by a troll. This was...not how he wanted to feel about one of his favorite professors and one of the few he had trusted through the turbulant terms at Hogwarts. But now...now he didn't know what to think. No remorse for any of it? That...that was a hard pill to swallow and he could feel his admiration sinking more and more into the doldrums with each heavy step and it clawing for a place above ground as the seventh year pushed in his chair.

He couldn't even bring himself to say thank you for the dismissal, his hand just barely flinching as Picketta leaped over the desk and attached herself to his sleeve. "I'll take you back to the barn, okay?" he whispered gently to the bowtruckle as he turned to leave, not saying another word to the professor and of offering another glance as he left the hut.

*Kolyander* · 03-12-2019, 01:09 PM

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Tristan gave her a small smile, "We sure missed you around here." The circumstances on which she left had hit him close to home. He knew exactly what she was going through. But he would only talk about it if she wanted to.

"Of course." He said with a wink and a grin. He watched as she chose a chair and then made his way over to his desk and sat in his own. Guessing she saw all of the stacks of papers on his desk, he gave her a smile and said, "You don't worry about that. You take up all the time you need. So, how can I help you today?" He asked with an encouraging smile hoping there was something he could do to help her.

Rylee gave him a half-hearted smile. "I'm not one to normally just take off without warning anyone but I wasn't given any information at all at the time..." All she had been told was to pack her things and head to the Headmasters office as soon as possible. There hadn't been anytime to speak with anyone before or afterwards.

Shifting a little in the chair, she clasped her hands together on her lap to keep herself from fidgeting to much. "I mainly wanted to check in and see if there was any work I needed to complete or anything like that." Being gone for nearly two weeks meant she had missed quite a bit of lessons so surely there was something she needed to complete? Keeping busy was the very best thing for her right now and working on missed assignments would most certainly do the trick.

Suziella · 03-15-2019, 08:14 PM

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His feet felt as though they were made of lead and like his chest had been sucker punched by a troll. This was...not how he wanted to feel about one of his favorite professors and one of the few he had trusted through the turbulant terms at Hogwarts. But now...now he didn't know what to think. No remorse for any of it? That...that was a hard pill to swallow and he could feel his admiration sinking more and more into the doldrums with each heavy step and it clawing for a place above ground as the seventh year pushed in his chair.

He couldn't even bring himself to say thank you for the dismissal, his hand just barely flinching as Picketta leaped over the desk and attached herself to his sleeve. "I'll take you back to the barn, okay?" he whispered gently to the bowtruckle as he turned to leave, not saying another word to the professor and of offering another glance as he left the hut.

Tristan stayed seated and watched as Derfael left his hut. This was a difficult conversation and he knew it was going to change the relationship he had with the young man, but he still stood by his actions, even if the guilt ate away at him.

When he heard the door close, he wiped a hand over his face, feeling the dampness not only on his cheeks but his rough, calloused hands. He hoped Derfael never had to feel or understand what he was going through with this situation. He took a deep, ragged breath and leaned back in his chair, hoping that one day Derfael would let it all go.

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Rylee gave him a half-hearted smile. "I'm not one to normally just take off without warning anyone but I wasn't given any information at all at the time..." All she had been told was to pack her things and head to the Headmasters office as soon as possible. There hadn't been anytime to speak with anyone before or afterwards.

Shifting a little in the chair, she clasped her hands together on her lap to keep herself from fidgeting to much. "I mainly wanted to check in and see if there was any work I needed to complete or anything like that." Being gone for nearly two weeks meant she had missed quite a bit of lessons so surely there was something she needed to complete? Keeping busy was the very best thing for her right now and working on missed assignments would most certainly do the trick.

"You don't have to explain anything to me, Rylee. You did what you needed to do for you and that's what matters. All of your Professors will be understanding of that." Tristan said with a sad smile. He knew what she was feeling, having been through it himself, though he was much, much younger than she was.

Tristan nodded listening to her request. He had planned on bringing her work to her once she was settled but she seemed to be ready for it. "I have it just here," he said as he reached over to his desk and pulled out all the notes and assignments she had missed over the past couple of weeks. "You will have two weeks to complete everything. There may be some things you will need help with. You can ask any of your peers for help. If you want to do the activities we did in class let me know and it can be arranged." He said with a small smile. He was sure that she wanted all of her assignments to have a distraction...he couldn't blame her for that.

*Kolyander* · 03-16-2019, 12:41 PM

Rylee nodded. Everyone one of her professors knew why she had left like she had. There was noway she or anyone else could have known what happened would have taken place. "I know but I don't like falling behind. There's a lot of things I want to accomplish and falling behind in all my lessons won't help with that." Not to mention whatever she had missed could be on upcoming exams.

The sooner she got back into the proper mindset of being back at school the better. There was a lot of assignments to make up and not just for this lesson either. Rylee took a look at all the notes and assignments, blowing out a slow breath as she reached to take them from him and look them over. "Thank you. I'm sure I'll be able to manage that." Two weeks time wasn't to bad and she was positive her friends would lend her a hand should she need it. At the mention of also getting the activities missed in class she nodded. "If it's not to much trouble I would like that." Completing the activities along with the homework might make it all easier to understand. A distraction was always good right now.

2111jen · 03-19-2019, 04:34 AM

For the first two weeks that passed, Skyler hasn't really liked professor Wayland. She soon got over it though as things were starting to get back to normal much like her second and first years. Well, as normal as being at Hogwarts would allow. So she found herself knocking at his door, some time just after classes ended wanting to ask him a few questions about Nifflers.

Suziella · 03-20-2019, 08:30 PM

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Rylee nodded. Everyone one of her professors knew why she had left like she had. There was noway she or anyone else could have known what happened would have taken place. "I know but I don't like falling behind. There's a lot of things I want to accomplish and falling behind in all my lessons won't help with that." Not to mention whatever she had missed could be on upcoming exams.

The sooner she got back into the proper mindset of being back at school the better. There was a lot of assignments to make up and not just for this lesson either. Rylee took a look at all the notes and assignments, blowing out a slow breath as she reached to take them from him and look them over. "Thank you. I'm sure I'll be able to manage that." Two weeks time wasn't to bad and she was positive her friends would lend her a hand should she need it. At the mention of also getting the activities missed in class she nodded. "If it's not to much trouble I would like that." Completing the activities along with the homework might make it all easier to understand. A distraction was always good right now.

Tristan nodded. He understood having life goals and wanting to maintain a certain level of work. But he also knew what else she was doing. "I understand that for sure, Rylee, but you also need time to grieve properly. Distracting yourself with work only helps for a certain amount of time. That kind of grief never truly goes away, if I am to be honest with you. I was only four when my parents died in a car accident...and I miss them everyday." Being that young it was easier...but the older you got and the more you understood...the harder it became.

He could see the stress easing a bit as he handed over the assignments. "Your welcome. If you need more time let me know." He said with a nod and an encouraging smile. "It's never too much trouble. We can set it up easily. We can probably manage to get it done in four or five days max after your last class of the day. There were some creatures we worked with for a couple of days each." He said matter-of-factly. It was all business when it came to lessons and creatures with him.

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For the first two weeks that passed, Skyler hasn't really liked professor Wayland. She soon got over it though as things were starting to get back to normal much like her second and first years. Well, as normal as being at Hogwarts would allow. So she found herself knocking at his door, some time just after classes ended wanting to ask him a few questions about Nifflers.

It was fast approaching the end of the of the school year, and Tristan had so much left to do, grade, and to prepare exams. So when the knock came at his door he was a little annoyed that he had to stop his flow of work. But he must see to it that his students and colleagues had access to him when they needed him.

Tristan wrote down one quick note before setting down his quill, pushing his chair back and standing. He walked quickly towards the door, noting that it was Skyler. She had been acting rather odd the last few months and he hoped she was feeling better. With a smile, he pushed the door open. "Hello Skyler, what can I do for you?" It was a rather nice day today, so he made his way over to the two lawn chairs sitting on the porch of his hut. "Please, have a seat." He said gesturing to the chair opposite from the one he had just sat down in.

2111jen · 03-20-2019, 09:30 PM

Skyler smiled a bit "Evening Professor Wayland," she said as she walked in a bit hesitant to sit down, a habit that she still kept from last year. Sat down when he offered her a seat.
"I was just wondering if Nifflers made good pets, I mean if..." she trailed off hesitant. She didn't exactly know how to word what she wanted to say. If you trained them right? No...she frowned as she glanced at the stacks of paper...well, it was the end of the year sooooo.

*Kolyander* · 03-21-2019, 02:39 PM

Rylee very nearly scoffed at him when he said that distracting herself wouldn't work for long. It was working very very well for her. No one seemed to understand that she didn't think they way they did, how easy it was to say her parents were only away on business, they were always away on business. If he hadn't continued speaking she may have very well completely ignored all that he was saying... only... she had been listening. The words 'parents' 'car accident' and a few others clicked for her. Many many years ago her grandparents and sister had been in a car accident and her sister survived but that pain was still with Rian all these years later. "I'm alright though, Professor. I've always pushed myself to remain ahead in my studies, accomplishing things tougher than what I'm probably capable of. I enjoy the challenge." Hopefully he understood that she wasn't aiming to be rude here but simply trying to protect her own heart by building up walls of false truth, living her own little world of fantasy. "I'm sorry you had to go through that... do you... remember them much?" Her eyes had taken on just the slightest hint of sadness, maybe for him having to have dealt with that, maybe for herself, who really knew.

There was the tiniest hint of a smile at that comment. She wouldn't be needing extra time. Creatures was a topic she was good at. Four or five days after her last lesson of the day. "That would be amazing. Thank you." Consider it done. Some juggling around of her other activities would have to happen but it was only for a few days. No big deal. Whenever she was given the chance to do something hands on she took it. That's always how she learned best.

Suziella · 03-27-2019, 11:09 PM

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Skyler smiled a bit "Evening Professor Wayland," she said as she walked in a bit hesitant to sit down, a habit that she still kept from last year. Sat down when he offered her a seat.
"I was just wondering if Nifflers made good pets, I mean if..." she trailed off hesitant. She didn't exactly know how to word what she wanted to say. If you trained them right? No...she frowned as she glanced at the stacks of paper...well, it was the end of the year sooooo.

Tristan raised an eyebrow at that question. He really hoped she wasn't planning on getting one. Nifflers were difficult to handle on a good day let alone when they were around shiny things. He had a couple of small scars to prove it too.

"Well, Nifflers are very...curious. Especially when they are around shiny things. They steal...everything. If they are trained properly by a professional then, yes they can be, but they are very difficult to train and I wouldn't suggest it at your age." Nifflers just weren't good pets in general. They were good for detective work that was for sure...but not so much as pets.

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Rylee very nearly scoffed at him when he said that distracting herself wouldn't work for long. It was working very very well for her. No one seemed to understand that she didn't think they way they did, how easy it was to say her parents were only away on business, they were always away on business. If he hadn't continued speaking she may have very well completely ignored all that he was saying... only... she had been listening. The words 'parents' 'car accident' and a few others clicked for her. Many many years ago her grandparents and sister had been in a car accident and her sister survived but that pain was still with Rian all these years later. "I'm alright though, Professor. I've always pushed myself to remain ahead in my studies, accomplishing things tougher than what I'm probably capable of. I enjoy the challenge." Hopefully he understood that she wasn't aiming to be rude here but simply trying to protect her own heart by building up walls of false truth, living her own little world of fantasy. "I'm sorry you had to go through that... do you... remember them much?" Her eyes had taken on just the slightest hint of sadness, maybe for him having to have dealt with that, maybe for herself, who really knew.

There was the tiniest hint of a smile at that comment. She wouldn't be needing extra time. Creatures was a topic she was good at. Four or five days after her last lesson of the day. "That would be amazing. Thank you." Consider it done. Some juggling around of her other activities would have to happen but it was only for a few days. No big deal. Whenever she was given the chance to do something hands on she took it. That's always how she learned best.

Tristan listened as she spoke. He truly hoped that throwing herself into her studies helped her get through, but this wasn't a normal challenge to get through. "Well, I certainly hope it helps you, Rylee, but don't close of yourself. You need to go through the grief to truly get past this." Though she never truly would get over it. There were so many instances in his life that he wished he could have talked to his parents or had them there to witness major things happening in his life. Tristan gave her a small sad smile at that question. "I remember my mother singing to me whenever I would have a bad dream. I remember my father tossing me in the air when he would play with me in the yard behind our home. But I was so little...that's really all I have, and pictures of course." He said with a smile. "Be thankful for the memories you have of them." He so wished he had more memories of his parents. If he hadn't had pictures he wouldn't know that he had his mothers miss-matched eyes and his fathers blond hair. But his Aunt and Uncle made sure he knew who his parents were.

Tristan gave her a small grin, "Not a problem. I will make sure I write it down in my schedule so I don't forget." He said with a wink tapping his temple as he did so. With a flick of his wand, his quill quickly wrote down a note on a piece of paper. He was so busy if he didn't write it down now he would forget.

2111jen · 03-28-2019, 02:45 AM

Skyler nodded. "My brother has a niffler so I wondered if it was a good idea," she shrugged. "He's nineteen and he works in the ministry so...I'd reckon you're allowed to have one right?"
she hoped so or else Caleb would be in trouble...and she just opened her big mouth. Oops.

*Kolyander* · 03-28-2019, 12:52 PM

Rylee was quiet a moment before she nodded in understanding. If only he knew that she had already done just that. Closed her mind off from what really happened. A very large part of her still believed that this was all just some bad dream, a horrible joke. That she would wake up and everything would be as it was before. "I don't just have my lessons and homework to keep me busy... I have Quidditch too." Sadly she had missed their last match but if she trained longer and harder she would be more than ready for the final matches that were coming up.

Rylee listened to every word that Wayland said to her. The way he spoke about his own parents made her want to cry, she could feel the small ache in her chest and some of her own memories trying to force their way forward. Memories she refused to think about, especially now, sitting here in her HoH's office. "Memories can be really hard to handle sometimes," she whispered softly managing a sad smile. With how often her parents were away on business these last few years some of her best memories of them were from when she was a small child.

Pushing her own thoughts and feelings way back in her mind once again she pulled out her own planned and a quill. "I'll be here after my last lesson tomorrow." When it came to creatures she was always excited.

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