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It was afternoon as usual for Care of Magical Creatures, and it had (unfortunately for the students) been raining heavily the past few days. This wasn't unusual for March, but it did stink in particular for Williamson, who normally would have been able to use magic to dry himself and his classroom area off before the students would arrive.
Wellp, not today. Today it was still misty and drizzly, though at least it wasn't outright raining for a change.
As you trudge through the muddy grounds and stomp on the squelchy grass en route to class, you'll notice (either by sight or by smell) a large... pit in the middle of the usual classroom area. There's just one old Muggle shovel still stuck at the edge of the pit, and then back a littleways are the usual stumps and straw bales your class sits on for the discussion portion of class. Sorry that your seating is all wet. You might want to pick a stump today instead of a soggy bale. A fairly translucent Professor Williamson is currently using a pitchfork to pick apart a bale, and then tossing this straw into the mud pit to soak up some of the water.
Also nearby is a fun, elaborately designed Muggle playground with long, slinky little creatures running all over it, very hyper like. Feel free to say hi to the barn jarveys, though you might not want to get TOO close to them. They are, after all, as upset as anyone is that the magic of Hogwarts appears to be all gone.
OOC: HELLO! Welcome. Please just have your character take a seat and chill for now. We'll move on in about 24 hours.
K was quite pleased that for ONCE she could remember where she was supposed to be heading to. Care of Magical Creatures, which honestly she just hoped this was a class in which they would NOT be scooping poop as seemed to be becoming the normal. Besides, the mud itself was gross and a downer at the time. She glanced down at her mud covered shoes, making a small face before looking up as she made her way towards the lesson area and noticed the PIT. Merlin, she hoped that was just gross mud but it definitely also had a certain .. aroma. She wrinkled her nose slightly, wishing she had kept the nose plug from Herbology.
Spotting Professor Williamson, she offered a polite smile and a nod. "Good morning, Professor. Do you need some help with that?" she nodded her head towards the bale he was currently breaking apart and throwing into the pit. She wasn't sure if there was another pitchfork around, but it was polite to offer.
Oh, except maybe that's what their class was today? No magic = student labor? Honestly, brilliant.
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Minjae NOT Kimjae had not been looking forward to this class. Ever since the magic had been gone he hadn't felt like going to classes had any point. The whole purpose of this school was to learn about magic and without it it was just a ....muggle school. Still, since he had already missed the previous lesson not forgotten, simply had not shown up he decided to put his rain boots on and made his way outside while carrying an dark blue umbrella to protect himself from the drizzle. Thank you clueless muggle mom for putting an umbrella in his suitcase before he had left for school.
"Professor" he greeted the man with a slight nod of his head before he moved towards his friend. "Kimmie , hi" he greeted before he looked down at the muddy pit. It smelled and looked disgusting. "If he's telling us to get in there later on i'm leaving" he said. When they had been able to do magic he would have jumped in without thought cause he knew he could dry himself with a wave of a wand but now? nope.
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Despite being transparent, Nina's hair looked nice today (it always looked nice, but especially today because she had done it all special in a half-up, half-down way). This meant that the weather was not only entirely gross, but also terribly inconvenient. Fortunately she had remembered to wear her proper shoes today, unfortunately she had forgotten an umbrella. With the sourest look on her face she made her way to the grounds, holding her canvas bag over her head to protect her hair from the drizzle.
She stopped to politely smile (though it wasn't an honest one) at Professor Williamson, but when she noticed the mud pit he was working on her smile immediately dropped. No. If he wanted them to get anything near that thing he had better wake up from whatever dreamworld he was living in. Creatures? Fine. She'd be willing to deal with them for the hour. Mud? No. Absolutely not. This was not what she signed up for.
Furthermore, she would NOT be sitting down on anything right now. Not the soggy hay, nor the wet stumps. Insead she found herself moving towards that one Hufflepuff whose name she could not recall (Minjae). Sidling up by him and ducking underneath his umbrella, she batted her eyelashes. "Hi. Would you mind if I shared your umbrella?" she asked very politely, putting her hand on his arm. Please?
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Aboli entered the clearing with her black umbrella. Just black. Elegant and plain and DARK like Aboli She was not looking forward to this class in the rain, and that pit of...mud made her enthusiasm even less. She gave a nod to Kimmie as she sat on a very wet stump and sighed.
This was unfortunate. The weather had her feeling kinda down. What DIDN'T have her feeling down lately, though.
"Ello Professor W!"
OH SHE JUST NOTICED THE MOVING SLINKIES. Ferrets? Whatever they were, they were just PRECIOUS.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine, over the last few days, had become accustomed to the rain. Why? Because she was still taking her job as Williamson’s intern very seriously and was always prompt with taking care of the creatures around the barn. She had braved the nasty weather to always ensure that an afternoon after classes was never missed, even if it meant writing little notes in her hands. You know… because of the entire memory thing. The result of this bravery was that she seemed to now be developing a cold as she was sniffling slightly as she arrived for the lesson. Her slightly stuffy nose was the reason she smelt nothing but rather saw the pit. Claudine wasn’t surprised. One can expect anything with certain lessons.
The girl scraped mud off of her shoes by rubbing them against the grass before moving towards a stump. Oh, the jarveys were there. They were probably tired of seeing her. She gave an almighty sniiiiff and eyed the stump. Yeah, no… she’d stand for the moment. Her attention instead shifted among arriving students, Williamson {who was busy and that's why he wasn't bothered with a greeting} and the jarveys.
"Hello Professor." Blake smiled, and then his frown appeared ... they weren't working with cats again today were they? That lesson still traumatized him ... he really didn't like cats. ... or for how wet everything was out here..... there was a lot of mud.
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Morgan happened to be in an unusually glum mood today. Perhaps it was the weather or the boredom he felt with the extended loss of magic or the fact that he hadn't had a care package sent from his mum in a LONG time. Or maybe he was just losing hope that he wouldn't be stuck forever haunting the halls of Hogwarts as ghost!MF.
At any rate, he wandered outside, following the group that he figured was in his class and was mildly pleased to see that it was CoMC. "Hey, Professor," he greeted the man less enthusiastically than usual, pausing to watch him shovel hay into a mud pit before dropping his things next to a stump seat he was claiming for his own today.
"Oh...! Are those jarveys?" He rushed over to the playground as he noticed the weasely creatures, excited to see them. They were super cool!
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"Love what you've done with the place, sir," Nem said upon arrival at the lesson area, wrinkling his nose down at the pit and passing the ghostly-looking professor by. Weasley - just trying it out - was alright in some ways, but the most Nem would allow was that he wasn't quite as stupid or intolerable as the rest of the sorry lot in this castle, excepting Pax. The baby knarl worked in his favour, sure, but it did not make him immune to the judgement of Nemesis. "Hope nobody falls in."
Stopping at one of the stumps, Nem folded a leg underneath him and sat most of his weight on that, rather than the wet seat, and had a look to see who was already here. He spared a glance at the playground area too. Weasley and his jarveys; funny how these things worked out.
There was McCarthy. Nem watched him for a moment, wondering if daring him to make the leap into the pit would bear any fruit - just for fun - but ultimately decided against it. Kid stuff. Boring. Nem could do better than that. He pushed his dampening hair out of his face and chose to watch Weasley instead.
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Heath was glad that it wasn’t actually raining as he made his way down the path, but he had his Star Wars umbrella (the only umbrella he had) with him just in case. Unfortunately, the battery in the handle was dying, so instead of lighting up like it was supposed to, it emitted a faint, flickering blue glow. Ugh, will you just go out already?! He thought as he smacked the bottom of the handle in a vain attempt to stop the light flickering. That or stay on… either one was fine, just as long as it stopped flickering.
So why was he out here in this weather? He couldn’t recall, so he followed the other students to… wherever they were going, hoping that would take him in the right direction. Oh, right, they had Care of Magical Creatures today. He remembered now! “Hello, Professor,” he greeted the man upon entering the lesson area. It was a good thing that he got the pleasantries out of the way when he did because seconds later, he was distracted by the giant mud pit in the middle of everything. Why was that here? Seriously, what was it with the professors and pits full of disgusting things this term?
Looking away from the pit, Heath stood near Claudine, tilting his umbrella so it would cover her too. “Hi,” he said with a small smile, but his expression quickly changed. What was with the sniffing? Was she okay? At that moment, the fading blue light of his umbrella flickered on just long enough to illuminate the concern in his eyes before it died. Probably for the best that the light finally went out… he wouldn’t want it to scare the little ferret-looking creatures running through the obstacle course. Were those what he thought they were, and if so, did they lose their ability to speak when the magic went away?
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A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
Before he could turn to find a seat, Minjae looked to his side as Nina stood next to him. At first, he thought that she was near because she wanted to see the pit but when he saw that she had moved her hand on his arm his brain stopped working. At first, his instinct was to move her hand off of him but he didn't want to look rude right now so he simply nodded his head. "Sure..." he said slowly and held the umbrella up a bit higher so that they could both fit.
Avalon was not having a great day so far. In addition to getting lost in the castle two different times already, she had completely forgotten about Care of Magical Creatures until a few minutes ago. Meaning that she had also forgotten to wear the proper shoes and bring an umbrella. So the Ravenclaw trudged across the grounds with a scowl, watching with concern as her good pair of shoes became splattered with mud. It wasn't full-out pouring, but it was drizzling enough to be a nuisance - the mist clouded Avalon's glasses, and she could practically feel her hair growing limp. Perhaps the translucency would help mask how terrible she would look once she made it to class.
The only good thing was that Care of Magical Creatures didn't always require magic to be an interesting lesson. Avalon just hoped that they wouldn't be cleaning animal cages or some other mundane, non-magic activity. Once she made it to class, her mood worsened at the sight of the mud pit. Merlin, she hoped they wouldn't have to deal with that today. Avalon didn't even bother to see what animal was in the cage contraption as she sat down on a tree stump. Professor Williamson received a curt nod as she wiped the mist from her glasses with her sleeve.
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Naya was in a good mood, despite the dreary, soggy day. It was time for her favorite class and for some reason, she had not forgotten about this class. Dressed for the weather, she found her way to class and cheerfully greeted the man in charge. “Hello Professor Williamson.”
Naya had no desire to sit on a sopping wet bale of hay and she almost chose standing instead. When she saw an unoccupied tree stump, she decided that this would be the better option. Before she could sit, she noticed the shovel. They weren’t shoveling poop again, were they? Naya definitely hoped not. Then she saw the jarveys. So this was the creature of the day. Cool. She sat down and decided to observe them until class started.
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SPOILER!!: greetings!
SPOILER!!: Chellie aka Kim K
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Originally Posted by Chelliephone
K was quite pleased that for ONCE she could remember where she was supposed to be heading to. Care of Magical Creatures, which honestly she just hoped this was a class in which they would NOT be scooping poop as seemed to be becoming the normal. Besides, the mud itself was gross and a downer at the time. She glanced down at her mud covered shoes, making a small face before looking up as she made her way towards the lesson area and noticed the PIT. Merlin, she hoped that was just gross mud but it definitely also had a certain .. aroma. She wrinkled her nose slightly, wishing she had kept the nose plug from Herbology.
Spotting Professor Williamson, she offered a polite smile and a nod. "Good morning, Professor. Do you need some help with that?" she nodded her head towards the bale he was currently breaking apart and throwing into the pit. She wasn't sure if there was another pitchfork around, but it was polite to offer.
Oh, except maybe that's what their class was today? No magic = student labor? Honestly, brilliant.
It figured a Hufflepuff would be the first to class AND the first to offer help. "Actually, yeah, could ya?" Williamson grunted a bit and pointed to bale that was near the edge of the pit and already falling apart. "If you put on your dragonhide gloves, you'll probably be able to tear it apart and toss some in." Nothing too hard there. AND he was feeling grateful for the help, even if he didn't communicate it, so... he might toss a few extra points her way.
SPOILER!!: Kimjae & Neeners
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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi
Minjae NOT Kimjae had not been looking forward to this class. Ever since the magic had been gone he hadn't felt like going to classes had any point. The whole purpose of this school was to learn about magic and without it it was just a ....muggle school. Still, since he had already missed the previous lesson not forgotten, simply had not shown up he decided to put his rain boots on and made his way outside while carrying an dark blue umbrella to protect himself from the drizzle. Thank you clueless muggle mom for putting an umbrella in his suitcase before he had left for school.
"Professor" he greeted the man with a slight nod of his head before he moved towards his friend. "Kimmie , hi" he greeted before he looked down at the muddy pit. It smelled and looked disgusting. "If he's telling us to get in there later on i'm leaving" he said. When they had been able to do magic he would have jumped in without thought cause he knew he could dry himself with a wave of a wand but now? nope.
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Despite being transparent, Nina's hair looked nice today (it always looked nice, but especially today because she had done it all special in a half-up, half-down way). This meant that the weather was not only entirely gross, but also terribly inconvenient. Fortunately she had remembered to wear her proper shoes today, unfortunately she had forgotten an umbrella. With the sourest look on her face she made her way to the grounds, holding her canvas bag over her head to protect her hair from the drizzle.
She stopped to politely smile (though it wasn't an honest one) at Professor Williamson, but when she noticed the mud pit he was working on her smile immediately dropped. No. If he wanted them to get anything near that thing he had better wake up from whatever dreamworld he was living in. Creatures? Fine. She'd be willing to deal with them for the hour. Mud? No. Absolutely not. This was not what she signed up for.
Furthermore, she would NOT be sitting down on anything right now. Not the soggy hay, nor the wet stumps. Insead she found herself moving towards that one Hufflepuff whose name she could not recall (Minjae). Sidling up by him and ducking underneath his umbrella, she batted her eyelashes. "Hi. Would you mind if I shared your umbrella?" she asked very politely, putting her hand on his arm. Please?
Oh good, more student helpers...only...Willy could not for the life of him remember the names of these two. One started with a K, he was fairly certain, and the other one was an M... or was it an N?
"Buckle up, buttercup!" he called out to the Puff with an umbrella. Not that he was going to tell them to JUMP into the pit but... there was a strong likelihood that they might all fall in there. Just saying. This no-maj lifestyle was unpredicatable, yeah?
Also, could he jump in on this umbrella action? The professor lumbered over to the two of them, stinkin' like mud and/or wet cruppies, and tapped on the top of the umbrella. "Just so you know, you'll have to put this down when class starts, so the others behind you can see." Also, hi, and, "Keep the PDA down, MINA!" GOSH! TOUCHING ARMS in HIS CLASS?!
Only joking. He stomped away from them, smirking to himself.
SPOILER!!: Abuelita
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Originally Posted by kayquilz
Aboli entered the clearing with her black umbrella. Just black. Elegant and plain and DARK like Aboli She was not looking forward to this class in the rain, and that pit of...mud made her enthusiasm even less. She gave a nod to Kimmie as she sat on a very wet stump and sighed.
This was unfortunate. The weather had her feeling kinda down. What DIDN'T have her feeling down lately, though.
"Ello Professor W!"
OH SHE JUST NOTICED THE MOVING SLINKIES. Ferrets? Whatever they were, they were just PRECIOUS.
Professor W? Oh yeah, that was him! Williamson looked up from his picking at the straw and tossing it into the mud pit, giving A...b...Abby a hearty wave with his hand.
SPOILER!!: Claudine Jolene
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Claudine, over the last few days, had become accustomed to the rain. Why? Because she was still taking her job as Williamson’s intern very seriously and was always prompt with taking care of the creatures around the barn. She had braved the nasty weather to always ensure that an afternoon after classes was never missed, even if it meant writing little notes in her hands. You know… because of the entire memory thing. The result of this bravery was that she seemed to now be developing a cold as she was sniffling slightly as she arrived for the lesson. Her slightly stuffy nose was the reason she smelt nothing but rather saw the pit. Claudine wasn’t surprised. One can expect anything with certain lessons.
The girl scraped mud off of her shoes by rubbing them against the grass before moving towards a stump. Oh, the jarveys were there. They were probably tired of seeing her. She gave an almighty sniiiiff and eyed the stump. Yeah, no… she’d stand for the moment. Her attention instead shifted among arriving students, Williamson {who was busy and that's why he wasn't bothered with a greeting} and the jarveys.
This was a great student helper; Williamson noticed her but wasn't bothered by the greeting, since he saw her around outside all the time anyways. He did appreciate Claudine, did she know that?
SPOILER!!: B-lake
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Originally Posted by love-for-HP
"Hello Professor." Blake smiled, and then his frown appeared ... they weren't working with cats again today were they? That lesson still traumatized him ... he really didn't like cats. ... or for how wet everything was out here..... there was a lot of mud.
"Hello, Ryan," he greeted the boy, not at all sure anymore if Ryan was his first name, last name, or neither. "Please, take a seat on a stump." And they'd get started shortly.
SPOILER!!: MJ/MF
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Morgan happened to be in an unusually glum mood today. Perhaps it was the weather or the boredom he felt with the extended loss of magic or the fact that he hadn't had a care package sent from his mum in a LONG time. Or maybe he was just losing hope that he wouldn't be stuck forever haunting the halls of Hogwarts as ghost!MF.
At any rate, he wandered outside, following the group that he figured was in his class and was mildly pleased to see that it was CoMC. "Hey, Professor," he greeted the man less enthusiastically than usual, pausing to watch him shovel hay into a mud pit before dropping his things next to a stump seat he was claiming for his own today.
"Oh...! Are those jarveys?" He rushed over to the playground as he noticed the weasely creatures, excited to see them. They were super cool!
Ohhh, this kid. He wasn't sure about him. What was his name again? McFarty? Mc..Jackson? He didn't recall, but he did grunt to his greeting, and then watch the boy rush over to the jarveys. "Careful, now, they're a bit... wild."
Well, actually they were domesticated, but they hadn't been on their best behavior lately and he wanted to address that with the class.
SPOILER!!: Weasley *wheeeeeeeze-laughing in approval*
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"Love what you've done with the place, sir," Nem said upon arrival at the lesson area, wrinkling his nose down at the pit and passing the ghostly-looking professor by. Weasley - just trying it out - was alright in some ways, but the most Nem would allow was that he wasn't quite as stupid or intolerable as the rest of the sorry lot in this castle, excepting Pax. The baby knarl worked in his favour, sure, but it did not make him immune to the judgement of Nemesis. "Hope nobody falls in."
Stopping at one of the stumps, Nem folded a leg underneath him and sat most of his weight on that, rather than the wet seat, and had a look to see who was already here. He spared a glance at the playground area too. Weasley and his jarveys; funny how these things worked out.
There was McCarthy. Nem watched him for a moment, wondering if daring him to make the leap into the pit would bear any fruit - just for fun - but ultimately decided against it. Kid stuff. Boring. Nem could do better than that. He pushed his dampening hair out of his face and chose to watch Weasley instead.
"Thanks," Williamson looked up at the compliment, not sure where it came from until he saw the Slytherin before him. Oh ho ho, it was... er... hang on, he KNEW this name, because he'd run into the kid all the time when something suspicious (like Christmas carols) was going on.
Oh, the kid HOPED nobody fell in? Willy's mouth twitched as he watched this one, still trying to recall what their name was. Something with an m, or maybe u. Downstairs? Did that sound right? Memes Downstairs? Why was that the name that was coming to mind? Hmmm. He blinked a few times as he tried to think of the right name and then went back to shoveling the last bit of straw.
SPOILER!!: Heath Bar
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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy
Heath was glad that it wasn’t actually raining as he made his way down the path, but he had his Star Wars umbrella (the only umbrella he had) with him just in case. Unfortunately, the battery in the handle was dying, so instead of lighting up like it was supposed to, it emitted a faint, flickering blue glow. Ugh, will you just go out already?! He thought as he smacked the bottom of the handle in a vain attempt to stop the light flickering. That or stay on… either one was fine, just as long as it stopped flickering.
So why was he out here in this weather? He couldn’t recall, so he followed the other students to… wherever they were going, hoping that would take him in the right direction. Oh, right, they had Care of Magical Creatures today. He remembered now! “Hello, Professor,” he greeted the man upon entering the lesson area. It was a good thing that he got the pleasantries out of the way when he did because seconds later, he was distracted by the giant mud pit in the middle of everything. Why was that here? Seriously, what was it with the professors and pits full of disgusting things this term?
Looking away from the pit, Heath stood near Claudine, tilting his umbrella so it would cover her too. “Hi,” he said with a small smile, but his expression quickly changed. What was with the sniffing? Was she okay? At that moment, the fading blue light of his umbrella flickered on just long enough to illuminate the concern in his eyes before it died. Probably for the best that the light finally went out… he wouldn’t want it to scare the little ferret-looking creatures running through the obstacle course. Were those what he thought they were, and if so, did they lose their ability to speak when the magic went away?
Another one with an umbrella. Huh. Did no one own a raincoat here? Well what did he expect, really, they were all wizard kids used to learning from books and swishing their wands and all that. Williamson grunted toward the kid with the light-up umbrella... it looked kinda cool, to be honest, so he just grunted in jealousy and kept working with the straw.
SPOILER!!: Arendelle
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Avalon was not having a great day so far. In addition to getting lost in the castle two different times already, she had completely forgotten about Care of Magical Creatures until a few minutes ago. Meaning that she had also forgotten to wear the proper shoes and bring an umbrella. So the Ravenclaw trudged across the grounds with a scowl, watching with concern as her good pair of shoes became splattered with mud. It wasn't full-out pouring, but it was drizzling enough to be a nuisance - the mist clouded Avalon's glasses, and she could practically feel her hair growing limp. Perhaps the translucency would help mask how terrible she would look once she made it to class.
The only good thing was that Care of Magical Creatures didn't always require magic to be an interesting lesson. Avalon just hoped that they wouldn't be cleaning animal cages or some other mundane, non-magic activity. Once she made it to class, her mood worsened at the sight of the mud pit. Merlin, she hoped they wouldn't have to deal with that today. Avalon didn't even bother to see what animal was in the cage contraption as she sat down on a tree stump. Professor Williamson received a curt nod as she wiped the mist from her glasses with her sleeve.
Williamson wished he'd thought to make the kids clean cages and scoop poop all class. Hadn't Gushers Rainbarrel had them do that in Herbology? A genius idea, frankly. He typically saved poop scooping for detention.
"Hello," he greeted the young Ravenclaw anyway, even if she did look a bit...er... unhappy with the weather. Hey, this wasn't his fault. It was the fault of that faulty weatherman that had somehow weaseled himself into this mess.
SPOILER!!: Naya!!
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Originally Posted by Daydreamer11
Naya was in a good mood, despite the dreary, soggy day. It was time for her favorite class and for some reason, she had not forgotten about this class. Dressed for the weather, she found her way to class and cheerfully greeted the man in charge. “Hello Professor Williamson.”
Naya had no desire to sit on a sopping wet bale of hay and she almost chose standing instead. When she saw an unoccupied tree stump, she decided that this would be the better option. Before she could sit, she noticed the shovel. They weren’t shoveling poop again, were they? Naya definitely hoped not. Then she saw the jarveys. So this was the creature of the day. Cool. She sat down and decided to observe them until class started.
Willy had almost finished with this straw bale now and as he tossed the last bit in, he jammed his pitchfork into a different soggy bale, and gave a wave to... another Gryffindor that he knew was a brilliant student. "Hi there," he greeted her with a genuine smile. Alright, time to get started, he supposed. He clapped his hands together and rubbed to get some of the mud off, then waded walked over to the jarvey playground to get things going.
Alright, so, it looked like most kids had found class today, at least, the ones that hadn't dropped Care of Magical Creatures yet.
"So," he boomed, letting them know it was time to stop whinging about the weather and sharing umbrellas and whatnot. "Let's get going before another downpour happens. Alright. I wanted to bring in some more exciting creatures for this class, but ya know, current conditions prevented that." He cleared his throat. "But as you can see, we've got some jarveys here, and they're pretty wound up and excited to work with you."
As he said this, one raaaaaaaaaaaan up to the side of the playground he was standing next to and yelped, "EEEEEHEHE STUPID SHAMROCKS!"
Awesome, great job, Jarvey, thanks for adding that to the conversation. He frowned at the creature for a second, as it took off again at full speed, jabbering nonsense with the others and running all around over and on top of and under each other. What a mess.
"Uh," what had he been about to ask again? "So they're pretty keyed up today, as you can see," from a safe distance, "and I want to know--- How does environment impact an animal? Do animals behave differently in different environments? Feel free to draw on your own personal experience in your answers... or build on each other's answers..."
Shoot, he'd forgotten to drag the chalkboard out here. Oh well, he hated writing in chalk, which was why he usually used his wand. Come to think of it, where HAD he put his wand today? Stupid useless thing... well anyway, good luck to the kiddos attempting to take notes in all this... weather.
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The jarveys did look wound up. They were running around like crazy! Aboli envied them, though. They had no idea what magic was, what it was like to overthink anything, or had any way of measuring what they were missing out on right now muuuuuuuch opposed to how Aboli felt about everything. AND the jarveys weren't transparent - or were they? Hard to tell in the rain.
She raised her hand, though, the free one that wasn't hold her matte black umbrella. "Um. Of course environment affects them. Nature vs. nurture....people AND animals alike are affected by their environment. A jarvey kept in a small cage and nEVER let out would be a much more depressed jarvey than the ones we see there. It's just simple psychology, Professor Warner," Aboli said in her most know-it-all knooooowledgable voice. She was going to be a PSYCHOLOGIST like her mum and grandpa, yeah? So of course she knew simply eeeeeeeverything about it already. YEP.
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Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
She had been there the entire time of course, after sending a happy helloooo Professor Williamson’ way...or well, she had at least thought she had – the Gryffindor had immediately been transfixed by the little ferret like creatures. Their chattering curses were adorable. Hello – animals that were mean to people were kind of funny.
“oh my gosh my aunt would be soooo happy to see these guys” she squealed, before looking up at Professor Williamson, “sorry for the outburst” but seriously Melbourne would be thrilled. She listened to Aboli as she spoke and nodded, she had a good point, nature and nurture were both important with creatures and animals. It was something Tegan had always brought up at the dinner table whenever she had tried to drill a point about how their family should behave in society.
Raising her hands...yes hands, two hands shot up and then then one was immediately dropped down to her side as she stood there excitedly. “with Jarveys specifically or my limited experience with them, I’ve noticed that when they are with people they trust and feel comfortable with they aren’t as likely to curse and the curses that my aunts’ jarveys used were less...profane when it was just my aunt and her husband handling them, but when I was handling them it was loud and agitated because I was new to it and hadn’t raised it” she explained with a soft smile. “I believe, that what Aboli said is very true in this case as they nutured the creature it had become aquainted with them and felt safe and content with them” she paused, "like they were its natural family." even if they weren't...its natural family was in their back garden were they had a sanctuary for jarveys.
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Naya was intrigued by the jarveys. They were quite hyper today and she enjoyed watching them “play”. But now it was time for class to begin and she turned her attention to Professor............the professor. He wasted no time getting right down to business. The first question was an interesting one. Naya thought about it for a moment and then raised her hand.
“Of course animals are affected by their environments.......just like people are. I think they are even more sensitive to their surrounding.” At least that was what she had observed. Animals were often aware of things that people didn’t or couldn’t notice. ‘If they are in a safe, positive environment, their behavior will be better. They are likely to be more content. If they are in a dangerous or negative environment, they could be angry or vicious or maybe less responsive.” It depended on the animal.
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K grinned and waved at Minjae when he also appeared, offering a "Hello" when he greeted her, before giving a quiet chuckle at his words. "Not much for mud? I'd go down there and get all gross if I could drag one of my siblings with me." So like, yeah, she'd be keeping an eye out for Lucas and Lucy juuuust in case. Spotting Aboli and her nod, K gave a small smile and a nod back in acknowledgment.
Oh, but Professor Williamson DID want her help, and Minjae was now occupied it appears. Hearing the instructions, she nodded her head in understanding, offering a "Yes, sir" before grabbing her dragonbum gloves (that is what they were called, right?), she skipped them on and began tearing at the bale of hey and throwing it into the pit below. This wasn't HARD at least, and not gross since she could do it from safely up HERE.
Aaaand class was now starting! Listening to Professor W begin, K glanced between him and the Jarveys who definitely did seem... Excited. She had to bite her lip to keep from chucking as one of them SCREECHED at the class, and she decided she'd have to also include in her notes all the... Interesting things the creatures said this class period. Because learning COULD be fun, right?
Hmm, animals and different environments huh? And did they react differently? She couldn't help but think of all the times they'd been around creatures and the sheer responses alone between her two siblings. Creatures LOVED Naia but they were threatened by Regina because, well, reasons. She raised one of her hands to offer an answer as well, "They do react differently. Like Islay was saying in terms of a creatures comfort level with people, they can also respond differently depending on if there are other types of magical animals or beings in their vicinity. Like, if there is something more predatory around their instincts would kick in and they would be on the defensive."
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Nope, Claudine didn’t know that Williamson appreciated her. Just as how he didn’t know she was truly grateful to him for taking her under his wing. Maybe someday if she was ever comfortable with showing emotions, she’d let him know. She continued observing the happenings and sniffling when she felt someone’s presence next to her. Looking around, she found it was one of her few friends {Heath}. “Hi.’’ She felt bad for forgetting his name but she felt her nose tickling at that moment to really think much about it. Not before she registered the look of concern about him though. Claudine twitched her nose, trying to cease the tickling. “Thanks,’’ she muttered and pointed up at his umbrella. “I forgot mine. But don’t get too close to me; I think I’m coming down with a cold.”Ugh. That meant that she’d most likely have to take the Pepperup Potion soon.
Claudine turned her attention to Williamson but it was the jarvey that actually made her giggle. She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle to sound. She knew that jarveys could not carry out a full conversation but always found it amusing when they burst out in random phrases; they were usually so rude.
“How are we supposed to make our notes?’’ Claudine whispered to her umbrella partner. She for one was not going to sit on a wet stump. She’d probably have to forgo notes for this lesson. With regard to the question, she raised her hand. “Like everyone before me said, yes, environments are key to an animal's behaviour. Their habits, their way of life… if they utter phrases all depends on their environment. I wonder how the jarveys learnt to be so rude though.’’ Claudine eyed Williamson suspiciously as though he had been teaching the school jarveys baaaaad phrases. The look didn’t last too long, however.
Despite the heavy rain, this Ravenclaw prefect was in a surprisingly good mood. If he had a feeling to be sad, he really wasn’t aware of it and with the easing of his migraines, he was doing pretty swell. Sure, he was a little damp and translucent but hey, it could be worse. It didn’t even bother him that he couldn’t use magic to dry himself. He was simply in a happy mood and the smile on his face showed.
Kicking some of the caked mud off of his boots (which he’d worn for this exact reason), he simply watched quietly as the lesson began. Maybe that was why no one had acknowledged his appearance? Because he’d been there from the beginning.
Raising his hand finally, partly to draw attention to him actually being there and partly to answer the question. “Well, the environment affects how the animal survives. Just looking at the basic needs, if the environment doesn’t have the food needed, the animal will struggle to survive” . Going with what Aboli said also, “If an animal is raised in captivity, it might struggle initially in the wild if it’s eventually released” . He really didn’t know about those particular Jarveys so he couldn’t speak for them but judging from their energy, the seemed like they would be fine in most situations.
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"Thanks," Neen smiled sweetly at the boy (Minjae). His discomfort with her hand on his arm was entirely unnoticed. Boys loved this stuff. Nina knew.
Ew. What was that STINK!? Nina immediately pinched her nose (no offense) and tried her best not to give Professor Williamson the sour look that he deserved. "We'll stand in the back as to not block anyone." Right Minaje? See, Nina was solution oriented. She also wasn't typically one to try reasoning with a professor right before class, but this was her HAIR. So.
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The PDA comment just about did it though. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she pulled her hand away from him and immediately whipped her head around to give Minjae a look. "I have a boyfriend." Incase he was getting any ideas. Ugh. She hated Williamson. He was the WORST.
The seventh year crossed her arms uncomfortably, watching as everyone else slowly trickled in.... 'Let's get going before another downpour'? UM???? Couldn't they just, like, cancel the lesson all together? Or hold it indoors? Why wait for the downpour! This was ridiculous. The ground was already muddy, this would NOT end well. So.
She protested (silently) with a pout, as she turned to look at the jarveys. The creatures may be wound up and excited, but Nina Castillo was quite the opposite of that. In fact, she couldn't be any less excited. They were also horribly rude. She preferred working with the cats. At least they were cute. Nina was cute too, especially when she pouted and refused to answer questions in front of the class! Like now. The question felt slightly belittling. 'Do animals behave differently in different environments?' Of course they do! Even a first year could answer that. She was unimpressed!!! And unamused!!! And worst of all, her hair was starting to frizz!!!
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Never fear, Weasley or Walter White or Whatever, some students had zero intentions of taking any notes. This student in particular, duh.
Speaking of 'duh', Nem did not immediately answer the question that was asked of the class, and instead let his eyes flick to each of the other kids in turn as they provided answers. Pretty straightforward stuff, just like how the first question of any lesson tended to go.
Eventually, Nem raised a hand.
"Funny, isn't it? A lot of animals can be really sensitive to their environments; a temperature change of a few degrees in the wrong direction can even make some of them cark it. But some can withstand all kinds of stuff. It depends on the animal but, generally speaking, a creature requires specific kinds of surroundings and requirements to thrive, and live its best life, or simply not die or whatever." Nem paused and scanned the class again, then looked back at Walter. "Humans - we're part of the animal kingdom too, obviously - we can be pretty resilient. Like if Castillo were to fall into that thing-" he nodded towards the pit, "-she'd be in a different environment, but I'm sure she'd be just as pleasant as she is on... relatively dry land." Not that Nem was planning an accidental nudge or anything, but Castillo didn't need to know that. "Just a hypothetical example, of course. Don't want anyone getting any ideas."
Just to be clear, this wasn't a point in favour of people. That resilience just meant humans were capable of being utterly intolerable in numerous environments.
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Guess who was not wound up nor eager to be here? Besides Nina Castillo. Yup. One Eiji Rasting who had once again arrived in his usual silence and somehow forgotten to bring any sort of umbrella. He sincerely wished that the translucence and memory lapsing could make him forget that Professor Williamson had basically known him since diapers. Someone had even asked him semi recently of the Care of Magical Creatures professor had ever changed his diaper and now it was a thought that would not leave his brain and he hated everything. More so than usual.
He was still struggling to find the motivation to actually study for anything because...were NEWTs even going to happen? And creature therapy with a jarvey was not something on his to-do list ever. They sort of reminded him of one Nemesis Upstead, which only gave more reason to give the cage of them scampering around an irritated scowl.
What did shamrocks have to do with anything anyway? Whatever.
And somehow the answers to the questions were going in all psychological directions...which had not been where his mind had been wandering at all. Yes, his hand was raised and yes he was going to offer a non-snarky answer. "There are polyphenic traits in creatures that are a result of the environment a creature is in. Snow camouflage is one of these. Like with what is seen Arctic creatures, as an example. There are also several insect and fish species that have sex-determining polyphenisms."
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While most students and professors despised the no magic thing going on in school, Ilya didn't mind it much. Except when it caused them to be locked up in some chambers in school. But for the most part, he enjoyed not worrying about his face changing much of its features upon his conversation and feelings. It was so... peaceful.
This lesson was far from peaceful, though. Ilya, who had no interest in engaging with the question-answer thing, was standing the closest he could to where the Jarveys were. He actually snickered at the one who mouthed back (sort of??) to professor William. Not that he didn't like the prof, but a creature that spewed off insults was golden to have participated in a boring school lesson. Maybe he should steal one of those buggers before they finished?
"I'm not sure the environment is changing much of those Jarveys' behaviour, though, professor." Ilya noted casually, eyes back on the man. "With everything changing, being confined in that simple cage-" Let's face it, that muggle playground was more of a cage than a playground, "--and they still have quite a colourful attitude." It was obvious Ilya was an admirer of the Jarveys. They could use a makeover for their appearances, but their personality was hilarious.
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Minjae grinned at Kimmie as she mentioned the mud and that she would drag her siblings along with her. Such a Hufflepuff thing to say. "I'd rather push my little brother in than go in myself" he laughed. "I know he'd do the same for me"
While Kimmie left to help out the professor, Minjae was stuck with a Nina on his arm. Did no one notice how uncomfortable he was right now? Because this was very uncomfortable. Especially when Nina seemed to not even notice his discomfort. He was glad for the smelly interruption from the professor but then he had to make a comment about PDA and Nina's hand was gone. He silently thanked the man but then the Slytherin made a comment that made absolutely no sense to him.
'i have a boyfriend'
"Congratulations"
What else should he say?! He hadn't been flirting with her at all and his mind hadn't even gone to 'boyfriend/girlfriend' material.
This was so confusing!
THANKFULLY , the professor chose that exact moment to start the lesson and the Hufflepuff lowered his umbrella before closing it so that the rest of the class could see as well. He hadn't even noticed the Jarvey's until now. "I do think that animals are sensitive to being in a new surrounding because ...um... because ..." the Hufflepuff frowned as he scratched his forehead. His mind had gone poof in the middle of his sentence and he did not remember what he had wanted to say. "I forgot what i wanted to say... Sorry, my brain is a bit foggy lately" he apologized. He lowered his hand and continued to frown as he tried to remember what he had wanted to say.
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She was not looking forward to this class in the rain, and that pit of...mud made her enthusiasm even less. She gave a nod to Kimmie as she sat on a very wet stump and sighed.
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