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The Magical Creature Sanctuary is an outdoor enclosure that looks like a park, full of green grass, rolling hills, interspersed trees, random benches and rocky outcroppings perfect for a bird or amphibian or person to sit and catch some sun. The sanctuary also contains a variety of creatures scattered about, ones that don't mind being outdoors during the Scottish fall and spring, and some of which also enjoy the winter. In the winter, many of these creatures will be brought into the barn, where students can continue looking after them, but some will be just fine still roaming around in the Sanctuary. Unlike the larger creatures in the pastures, these creatures can be generally trusted to mix with each other.
If you're feeling useful, pick up a shovel from the small shed at the back and scoop up some poo to add to the manure pile. If you're feeling lonely, go visit with a puffskein or a kneazle or an abraxan, aethonan, or granian. If you're feeling sad, go sit by the brambles and whine to the augurey. Nearly all animals within this enclosure are rated X, XX, or XXX. Please remember your skill level, year, and familiarity around animals when visiting the Sanctuary.
Text Cut: Creatures in the Sanctuary
These are just the named animals within the sanctuary. Feel free to use your imagination to add unnamed ones too.
Augureys:
Romeo
Julia
Atreyu
Loralei
Phobus
Fairies:
Violet (Female; rainbow wings with a purple dot)
Oren (Male; green wings with pearl dots)
Silvermist (Female; Silver wings with whit dots)
Brock (Male; Blue wings with a gold dot)
Fwoopers:
Martin
Ella
Bowtruckles:
Pickle
Jasper
Acorn
Daffodil
Raspberry
Kneazles:
Aphrodite
Blossom
Orion
Sinna
Honey
Otis
Maya
Jarveys:
Albus (Albino) (M) - a long-haired, all-white, older jarvey with red eyes
Alice (F) - likes to preen; a very pretty, sleek jarvey
Ivory (Albino) (F) - intelligent jarvey, also all-white, related to Albus
Mozart (M) - very, very old, hard of hearing, but cuddly jarvey
Ferret Bueller (M) - sneaky, slippery, youngest jarvey, related to Mollywobbles
Maui (M) - handsome jarvey, v. good at tunneling and tumbling
Mollywobbles (F) - cuddly, jarvey mum of Ferret Bueller
Rubeus (M) - a large, curious jarvey who loves treats
Cersei (F) - a troublesome jarvey who likes to nip fingers
Kenny (M) - a long jarvey, sniffs everyone and everything, says "oi oi oi" a lot
Jolene (F) - a curious, slinky jarvey who does not like Alice
Pretzel (F) - a flexible young, friendly, and cuddly jarvey
It was time to attract some snails. Aboli had let hers go, safely, in this EXACT spot not the day before, and she was back with a chopped up carrot on a plate. She plopped down and saw a tiny snail on a leaf nearby and quickly plucked it from its spot and placed it next to the plate of carrots.
She had no way of knowing if it were one of hers, but she would pretend it was. "Hi Devon," she said simply. "Nice to see you again. Brought you and your brothers some carrots," she leaned back on her elbows and enjoyed the .... overcast weather. And the brisk wind.
Ah, Scotland.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
• HuffleStud • Knight of The Zodiac • Manly Beard-Grower • Cicatrice de Harry •
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Originally Posted by kayquilz
It was time to attract some snails. Aboli had let hers go, safely, in this EXACT spot not the day before, and she was back with a chopped up carrot on a plate. She plopped down and saw a tiny snail on a leaf nearby and quickly plucked it from its spot and placed it next to the plate of carrots.
She had no way of knowing if it were one of hers, but she would pretend it was. "Hi Devon," she said simply. "Nice to see you again. Brought you and your brothers some carrots," she leaned back on her elbows and enjoyed the .... overcast weather. And the brisk wind.
Ah, Scotland.
Curtis was bored. Not surprising to hear since he arrived back at Hogwarts. The 15 year old needing something to do during his free time. Usually he went over to see his dad for surprise visits, but he changed his mind. Suddenly, he was in the mood for treasure hunting with the Puffskeins. They were like some Hufflepuffs, bouncy, friendly, and good at finding things on their own. But less annoying to Curtis.
Anyways, he was strolling along when his eyes found themselves magnetized to some girl sunbathing in the grass with a plate of carrots. Odd... must be a tree hugger. Curtis walked over, oh no wait, it was that new Slytherin girl in his year. Abby Sing? Something like that. He should at least say hello to her and welcome her to the school.
"Sup," Curtis said before sitting next to her and taking one of the carrots to munch on. "Thanks, I was a little hungry anyway." Or.... not. So much for being polite.
Curtis was bored. Not surprising to hear since he arrived back at Hogwarts. The 15 year old needing something to do during his free time. Usually he went over to see his dad for surprise visits, but he changed his mind. Suddenly, he was in the mood for treasure hunting with the Puffskeins. They were like some Hufflepuffs, bouncy, friendly, and good at finding things on their own. But less annoying to Curtis.
Anyways, he was strolling along when his eyes found themselves magnetized to some girl sunbathing in the grass with a plate of carrots. Odd... must be a tree hugger. Curtis walked over, oh no wait, it was that new Slytherin girl in his year. Abby Sing? Something like that. He should at least say hello to her and welcome her to the school.
"Sup," Curtis said before sitting next to her and taking one of the carrots to munch on. "Thanks, I was a little hungry anyway." Or.... not. So much for being polite.
Aboli didn't noticed the looming presence until it was too late, and he was EATING HER CARROTS. Not that she minded. She didn't! But he didn't even ask permission. She clicked her tongue impatiently and YANKED the plate away, even from the poor snail who had been munching too. "Excuuuuuuuuse you," she raised a VERY pronounced eyebrow at him. "You could ask nicely and then - and only then - will we share with you. And by we--I mean Devon and myself!" She picked up the little garden snail and placed him on her finger. He was the size of the whole top digit of her thumb. "These carrots are for him and his friends. See? Another one is coming along. It's probably Drisilla," she said as she spotted another little snail, slightly smaller than Devon, gliding this way.
"So ask nicely. Say please. And we can commence the group carrot eating." She said as she eyed him. Where was his manners, honestly? Poor Devon was sliding around in a (slow) circle now, all confused. Whereeee had his carrot pieces gone? Drisilla (at least, again, she was guessing it was her) had come to a stop next to Devon. "I had five of you. Where are the rest of you lot?" she asked them, as if one of them would answer.
If he was so hungry, why didn't go find his own snacks? She recognized him as one of the boys in her year in her own house! And she didn't even remember his NAME.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
• HuffleStud • Knight of The Zodiac • Manly Beard-Grower • Cicatrice de Harry •
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Originally Posted by kayquilz
Aboli didn't noticed the looming presence until it was too late, and he was EATING HER CARROTS. Not that she minded. She didn't! But he didn't even ask permission. She clicked her tongue impatiently and YANKED the plate away, even from the poor snail who had been munching too. "Excuuuuuuuuse you," she raised a VERY pronounced eyebrow at him. "You could ask nicely and then - and only then - will we share with you. And by we--I mean Devon and myself!" She picked up the little garden snail and placed him on her finger. He was the size of the whole top digit of her thumb. "These carrots are for him and his friends. See? Another one is coming along. It's probably Drisilla," she said as she spotted another little snail, slightly smaller than Devon, gliding this way.
"So ask nicely. Say please. And we can commence the group carrot eating." She said as she eyed him. Where was his manners, honestly? Poor Devon was sliding around in a (slow) circle now, all confused. Whereeee had his carrot pieces gone? Drisilla (at least, again, she was guessing it was her) had come to a stop next to Devon. "I had five of you. Where are the rest of you lot?" she asked them, as if one of them would answer.
If he was so hungry, why didn't go find his own snacks? She recognized him as one of the boys in her year in her own house! And she didn't even remember his NAME.
Curtis stared at the girl in front of him. Devon and his friends? Curtis had a feeling she was a tree hugger but a snail lover? Was this the time to judge? Didn't matter, he was judging anyway. "Devon? I thought that was part of the meal. You look fancy enough to partake in Escargot." Sure, Curtis was half-french but he was not up for eating snails, especially live ones.
The way she was visibly scrutinizing Curtis, would surely be enough to teach him that. Yes, he should've asked. And yes, being polite before taking. But did that really mean he would? "Well, it'd be easier if I knew your name before asking politely. Was it Abby?" Curtis smiled. He thought she was cute. "Maybe Devon's friend Debbie decided to take a walk or a trail. Whatever it's called. Maybe she wasn't in the mood for carrots." Yes, he was toying with her. "Did you bring them from home or something?" He was noticing a trend on classmates bringing new pets in the school. It was great.
Curtis stared at the girl in front of him. Devon and his friends? Curtis had a feeling she was a tree hugger but a snail lover? Was this the time to judge? Didn't matter, he was judging anyway. "Devon? I thought that was part of the meal. You look fancy enough to partake in Escargot." Sure, Curtis was half-french but he was not up for eating snails, especially live ones.
The way she was visibly scrutinizing Curtis, would surely be enough to teach him that. Yes, he should've asked. And yes, being polite before taking. But did that really mean he would? "Well, it'd be easier if I knew your name before asking politely. Was it Abby?" Curtis smiled. He thought she was cute. "Maybe Devon's friend Debbie decided to take a walk or a trail. Whatever it's called. Maybe she wasn't in the mood for carrots." Yes, he was toying with her. "Did you bring them from home or something?" He was noticing a trend on classmates bringing new pets in the school. It was great.
A MEAL.
HER SNAILS WERE NOT A MEAL!
Aboli GASPED. "I would never eat snails! Not every caring for these guys! And how do I look fancy?" she was in her school robes for crying out loud. And her hair was in its normal tied-back routine.
He didn't know her name. Well. She didn't know his, so they were even. "I am Aboli...Aboli S. Song. Who are you again?" she asked with her eyebrows all FURROWED at him. "It's nothing personal. I just...there's a LOT of names for me to remember. Since I'm new and all." She had also not yet realized he was the son of her head of house....
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He was prattling on as if he knew her snails. HE DIDN'T. "I brought a few from home...there's no real way of telling if the snails are the same ones," she sighed, her charade over. "But I like to pretend. I thought they'd be happier outside than stuck in a castle...and also, I didn't want to get in trouble by having snails. AAAND ALSO I didn't want my roommates to kill them." So like, three whole reasons why it was better for her to just let them go. "You can have some carrots, by the way. I was giving you a hard time," she gestured vaguely at the plate. "But I honestly have better snacks in my bag. But you really SHOULD have manners, you know," she ended her nice statement with a STERN statement because you don't just TAKE things. "That's how you lose a hand!" she GRINNED darkly at him. FAIR WARNING.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
A storm is on its way, that’s clear to see. A strong wind blows, threatening damage to anything in its way.
Anything not battened down will surely be lost and it’s clear the creatures are all spooked beyond reason. Someone should do something about this as well...
A storm is on its way, that’s clear to see. A strong wind blows, threatening damage to anything in its way.
Anything not battened down will surely be lost and it’s clear the creatures are all spooked beyond reason. Someone should do something about this as well...
Did he really think venturing out in this storm was a smart idea? No. Honestly, the Ravenclaw prefect should have known better and yet, here he was, rain coat zipped up tight and his hood pulled close to his face covering his unruly curls that were threatening to break free but he didn’t mind. How could he say that he cared about the health and well-being of all magical creatures if he didn’t try and brave the extreme conditions to help those that needed him?
It was simple. He couldn’t. So here he was, entering the park like enclosure, ready to help in any way he could whether it was rounding up any scared creatures of simply tying things down.
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
OBVIOUSLY someone was going to do something about this! As the wind picked up, Willy glanced out his window and quickly grew alarmed. He ran out of his hut, where he'd literally just sat down to grade some papers, and into the creature sanctuary. The heck was going on here, a hurricane?!
He didn't have time to analyze the situation. He started scooping up puffskeins and jarveys to toss them into the barn. SOME SHELTER would be better than NO SHELTER if they were about to get some strong rains!
He flicked his wand into his hand to try sending a patronus, but nothing came out; the bit of wood felt like nothing more than a twig to him. "HELP NEEDED in the CREATURE SANCTUARY!" he called out instead, hoping the wind would do something useful and carry his voice to anyone nearby.
Ah, there's a kid to help him now! The Ravenclaw Prefect! WWW was suddenly blanking on his name....... not that it mattered now! "Go get the fwoopers!" he bellowed to the boy, gesturing toward the tree they liked to hide in.
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yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
She'd been up with everyone ready to leave when all the... Well, weird happened. She wasn't quite sure what was currently going on or what had just happened but there hadn't been much time to think about it. It seemed like no one had time to really react before the weather abruptly changed after the vanishment and Professor Williamson's voice could be heard requesting assistance in the Sanctuary.
She quickly headed that direction, also spotting the Ravenclaw Prefect and running closer towards them. "Professor?" She could hear him bellow instructions to grab creatures and it appeared they were trying to chuck them into the barn for some type of protection. Well, easy enough right? She didn't wait to be directed and instead started scooping up kneazles, which she was SURE to regret later, and chucking them also into the barn.
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Let them point and laugh at who we are, it's you and me here dancing from the start
Last edited by Chelliephone; 06-03-2020 at 10:34 PM.
Reason: Edited due to explanation in chat! Thanks for clarification ^_^
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine’s intention that day was to introduce Flat Newt to President. To her delight, the kneazle agreed, actually agreed, to take a picture by sitting there on the ground so cutely with Newt casually leaning against his front left paw. Wait… a moment or two was spent straightening the somewhat crooked Newt. “Awww, you’re the goodest of good boys, President,’’ the girl cooed excitedly and quickly snapped a picture of President and New before President could change his mind about the whole scenario. Once the camera and Newt was tucked into her bag, the note making began scribbling the notes:
SPOILER!!: Newt & notes
Newt made a friend today. Wanting to study kneazles at Hogwarts, he decided the best route would be to get to know the Kneazles first. This Kneazle in the picture, President, took a liking to Newt. He allowed Newt to study his teeth and ears. But that’s only the beginning for Newt still has many more aspects of President and his friends to study.
The next thing she was aware of was a strong bit of wind blowing. Well, it was more than a bit for Claudine thought she’d be literally blown away. Hurriedly, her belongings were crammed back into her bag and that was thrown on both of her shoulders.
“President!’’ she exclaimed reaching down to grab the kneazle, eyes squinting against the winds. Her back was now turned against the direction of the wind as she clutched President to her chest. “Professor! I’ll get the other kneazles.’’ Thank goodness he was there!
The Slytherin bustled over to the kneazles. Oh no. She hoped they weren’t panicking.
He knew coming to help was the right idea. Part of him thought he might get into trouble by leaving the school and entering the grounds in this weather but when he heard the shouts of help from the Professor, he knew he’d made the right decision. Upon entering though, he did stop as his eyes took in the manic scene in front of him as Puffskeins and Jarveys went flying in every direction into the barn. Indeed, if that didn’t startle him into action, the manic look plastered across the Professors face would have.
Snapping into action, the prefect gave a small nod, he shouted ”Yes Professor or the roaring wind and the flapping doors as he turn and bolted towards the trees where the vividly coloured birds lay, nestled deep within the branches and leaves, obviously hoping to stay safe during the storm. He just hoped they had their silencing charm placed on them or this was about to get a whole lot worse.
Grabbing a small bag full of bird seeds on the way, the Ravenclaw prefect now stood in front of the trees with a hand full of bird seed, ready to try and convince them to come with him. ”Here Fwoopers! Come one! Let’s get you out of this storm and in somewhere safe! he called out to the trees, his eyes on the small flashes of vibrant feathers that flashed in between the blowing branches. He had a feeling the creatures knew the severity of the situation though as they started to skirt towards him from the inner depths of the tree with a particularly vibrant orange one landing on one arm and a red one on his shoulder.
”Hold on tight!”, his voice loud but still not quite as loud as the wind that was now swirling and howling around him as though one of the Anemoi were there with them now.
Turning as quickly as he could without jostling the birds, Ewan ran back towards the barn with the birds clinging to him. Later, he’d most likely need someone to see to the cuts that were inevitably being left on his arm from the tightly gripping talons of the Fwoopers but that was the last thing on his mind right now.
As he entered, he did briefly note the presence of not one but two more students (Claudine and Kimberly) there but as for who it actually was, he had no clue. His mind was simply on finding a spot for the two he had managed to coax down so he could go back out for the remaining two. Why on earth one of them was fussing around with one of those stupid Newt cut-outs at a time like this though was beyond him.
curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Gabriela wasn't necessarily the biggest fan of creatures of any kind - magical or non-magical - despite all her lessons about the most famous magizoologist of all time this term. Still, she wasn't about to just let them all get caught up in this storm, whatever it turned out to be. Williamson wasn't going to be able to move everything by himself, and although she likely wasn't strong enough to help wrestle any large creatures like hippogriffs into the castle, she could help with the smaller ones.
"William!" she called as she approached the hut, her blonde hair whipping wildly in front of her face. Scowling, she glanced up at the sky quickly, trying to gauge how much time they had left before grabbing her hair and tying it in a messy bun on top of her head. "Where do you need me?!" she asked him, turning back to the creatures professor.
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I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid
head's up: this is the same timeline as the events at the front gate! Same date/time!
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
WWW grabbed four more jarveys who normally NEVER got along with each other and just carried them into the barn, all four clinging to his arms and chest, their little eyes closed, their mouths emitting squeaks and squeals and not even their usual nonsense. They were really, truly frightened, even moreso than they would be for a regular storm?!?
What was going on here? It hadn't even started raining yet!
"THANKS," he hollered to Kimberly and Claudine as they helped with the kneazles. Luckily, he'd already returned the many ones he'd catnapped borrowed for his lesson earlier in the year.
The Prefect had a good handle on the fwoopers, thank Merlin for seventh years, and now Gabriela was here... Merlin, had she seen this weather coming from up in the castle?! "The bowtruckles, if you can coax them!?!" he yelled her way, obviously yelling to be heard over the wind, not just because he liked yelling. "I'm going for the augureys!"
Poor things, shouldn't they be crying about the storm blowing in, IF the storm did have rain? William shivered as he ran toward the trees where they usually perched. Maybe it was going to be a snowstorm, not a rainy windstorm... he really didn't even hear the birds crying, actually... where WERE they?! Had they flown off already?!? He stood, stumped, near the edge of the Forbidden Forest, staring off into space for a moment.
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yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
Poor things, shouldn't they be crying about the storm blowing in, IF the storm did have rain? William shivered as he ran toward the trees where they usually perched. Maybe it was going to be a snowstorm, not a rainy windstorm... he really didn't even hear the birds crying, actually... where WERE they?! Had they flown off already?!? He stood, stumped, near the edge of the Forbidden Forest, staring off into space for a moment.
Who has two thumbs and is at the edge of the Forbidden Forest? Well, the stumped guy who lives in the hut, but if you look real closely... A figure was emerging from just behind one of the trees. Who is that charming, handsome, HEROIC figure?
Was it a bird? No, a plane! Wait! It was none other than Sunny Raine! Reporting live now from the very edge of the forest, one augurey tucked under each arm.
You see, Sunny hadn't ever left! Naaaah, he was committed to the bit. Had a REPORT to write. An inside scoop that needed scooping. The castle's inhabitants needed him too, didn't take his warning seriously enough. That much was clear. They all looked like a bunch of fwoopers running around with their heads cut off! Speaking of frazzled creatures, the Augureys were flying all over the place! "Managed to save the two," Sunny bellowed as he forged his way forth towards the other guy. "Pretty spooked about the storm. This lil guy was running around in circles! Guess this means the rain will be here real soon, eh? They're getting restless." Where was the head honcho guy by the way? Sunny didn't want to be the one to say 'told ya so'.... But he really did want to say it. A little bit. Or a lotta bit. When a weather reporter tells you about a storm, you best listen. No one ever took him seriously, THIS was his redemption arc.
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
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Originally Posted by Sunny Raine
Who has two thumbs and is at the edge of the Forbidden Forest? Well, the stumped guy who lives in the hut, but if you look real closely... A figure was emerging from just behind one of the trees. Who is that charming, handsome, HEROIC figure?
Was it a bird? No, a plane! Wait! It was none other than Sunny Raine! Reporting live now from the very edge of the forest, one augurey tucked under each arm.
You see, Sunny hadn't ever left! Naaaah, he was committed to the bit. Had a REPORT to write. An inside scoop that needed scooping. The castle's inhabitants needed him too, didn't take his warning seriously enough. That much was clear. They all looked like a bunch of fwoopers running around with their heads cut off! Speaking of frazzled creatures, the Augureys were flying all over the place! "Managed to save the two," Sunny bellowed as he forged his way forth towards the other guy. "Pretty spooked about the storm. This lil guy was running around in circles! Guess this means the rain will be here real soon, eh? They're getting restless." Where was the head honcho guy by the way? Sunny didn't want to be the one to say 'told ya so'.... But he really did want to say it. A little bit. Or a lotta bit. When a weather reporter tells you about a storm, you best listen. No one ever took him seriously, THIS was his redemption arc.
Who in the name of Aberforth Dumbledore's favorite goats WAS THIS?!
Willy was now more stumped than ever as he gaped at the man carrying---CARRYING--- two augureys his way. "Romeo? Julia??!" the Creature professor greeted the birds first, reaching out his arms for them, and then hesitating as he eyed the TOTAL RANDOM STRANGER who was walking out of the Forest like it was just another day in the neighborhood.
"And you are?!" he grunted with a face full of suspicion glares???? Yeah, no kidding that augureys would be freaking out; it didn't take a meteorology degree to know that, just maybe an A in Care of Magical Creatures. WWW would have expected to hear them over the wind and rain and snow or whatever was coming their way, which he gestured to with another grunt.
Seriously, "Did the storm blow you in, man?" He should be pointing his wand at the fellow, but he already knew it wasn't going to work right.
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yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
Apparently mentioning Sunny Raine o_0 and Professor Williamson
SPOILER!!: And who is this?
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Originally Posted by Sunny Raine
Who has two thumbs and is at the edge of the Forbidden Forest? Well, the stumped guy who lives in the hut, but if you look real closely... A figure was emerging from just behind one of the trees. Who is that charming, handsome, HEROIC figure?
Was it a bird? No, a plane! Wait! It was none other than Sunny Raine! Reporting live now from the very edge of the forest, one augurey tucked under each arm.
You see, Sunny hadn't ever left! Naaaah, he was committed to the bit. Had a REPORT to write. An inside scoop that needed scooping. The castle's inhabitants needed him too, didn't take his warning seriously enough. That much was clear. They all looked like a bunch of fwoopers running around with their heads cut off! Speaking of frazzled creatures, the Augureys were flying all over the place! "Managed to save the two," Sunny bellowed as he forged his way forth towards the other guy. "Pretty spooked about the storm. This lil guy was running around in circles! Guess this means the rain will be here real soon, eh? They're getting restless." Where was the head honcho guy by the way? Sunny didn't want to be the one to say 'told ya so'.... But he really did want to say it. A little bit. Or a lotta bit. When a weather reporter tells you about a storm, you best listen. No one ever took him seriously, THIS was his redemption arc.
SPOILER!!:
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Who in the name of Aberforth Dumbledore's favorite goats WAS THIS?!
Willy was now more stumped than ever as he gaped at the man carrying---CARRYING--- two augureys his way. "Romeo? Julia??!" the Creature professor greeted the birds first, reaching out his arms for them, and then hesitating as he eyed the TOTAL RANDOM STRANGER who was walking out of the Forest like it was just another day in the neighborhood.
"And you are?!" he grunted with a face full of suspicion glares???? Yeah, no kidding that augureys would be freaking out; it didn't take a meteorology degree to know that, just maybe an A in Care of Magical Creatures. WWW would have expected to hear them over the wind and rain and snow or whatever was coming their way, which he gestured to with another grunt.
Seriously, "Did the storm blow you in, man?" He should be pointing his wand at the fellow, but he already knew it wasn't going to work right.
The prefect barely had time to acknowledge the arrival of another Professor (Professor Recard) as he darted to a corner of the creature sanctuary so that they could safely release their tight grip on his arm. They could have just jumped off and flown over as soon as he entered but something about them just seemed off as they instead chose to jump off when he arrived in the corner, electing to simply hop on a railing that provided them a little shelter.
Rubbing his arm trying to will the feeling back, he turned on the spot and bolted straight back out through the doors towards the trees where the remaining two Fwoopers were hiding, his hood blowing down as he left the threshold of the sanctuary releasing his curls which had been threatening to escape from the moment he pulled up his hood of his Navy blue rain jacket. Reaching out his arm, the bird seeds long since disposed of, the Fwoopers quickly flew down from the trees, sensing the danger that was coming and landed, one on the opposite arm that had been clutched so tightly and the other on his shoulder again.
”HUH?”
Turning to leave, he stopped in his tracks momentarily, his mind forgetting about the raging winds that were threatening to tear down tree after tree and instead. Was he seeing things or was there another person now at the forests edge helping Professor Williamson? This would have been fine, except for the fact that he clearly didn’t belong there. He most certainly wasn’t a teacher and he was waaaaaay too old to be a student so, what was his deal?
”Professor, do you need a hand there?” he called over the gale force wind as he headed back towards the barn, not really close enough to hear what they were discussing but close enough to be heard.
Jillian is sorta late-ish but she's here to help <3
♣ Heejin here | Did somebody say coffee & cakes? | cat lover ♣
Jillian ran all the way from the gates to the sanctuary. The first thing that pop in her mind was to see if the creatures need some sort of saving? Moving them from a different part of the castle perhaps? She is willing to help at all cost. As she entered the area, the Slytherin immediately spotted Professor Williamson and Professor Recard...... and a stranger(Sunny Raine)? Where did this one pop up? Is he a professor too?
Still panting from the running, she took deep breaths before walking nearer to Ewan who was handling the fwoopers. "Hey, Ewan. Let me know if you need any help with them" she nodded. She can help with that but first "Professor, I will help with the Puffskeins." she called out. That stranger seem to be just hanging around...? Is he a friend of the professor's?
Anyway-
She can put them all in a box of some kind. It will be easier that way, right?
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The gusts of wind made it impossible to run directly to her desired location and Cecelia found herself being shoved around by the power of it, fighting back as best she could to just make it to the creatures so she could help. She knew it's what her mum would've done. Mum loved the creatures.
When she did arrive, the thirteen year old was a mess of blonde hair and she fought it back as she looked around to see where she was needed. "What can I do?" Where could she help? Who was that man with Professor Williamson? And how were they going to save Christmas?
Islay had only been a little bit behind Jillian as she had raced across the grounds. The only upside of it being the day they were supposed to leave for winter break, she hadn’t had to wear her uniform so she wasn’t running through what could likely become gale force winds in a skirt. Her brown eyes sweeped over everyone in the room when she was arrived. what the soggy French toast was going on here?
Her brows knitted as she looked at the man and the augureys. It was clear that Professor Williamson didn’t know him at all – and the brunette just rounded her shoulders and stuck out her chin as the girl tried to look as strong and impenetrable as possible. Looking at Professor Williamson, “if you need help sir, i’ll do anything.” Yes she meant anything.
She’d even tackle a reporter if they needed it. Then she glanced at Jillian, “I’ll help with the Jarveys,” she nodded, “or anything – really...i’ll help with anything” she admitted the crease in her forehead almost growing as she looked at young “you can help me if you want?” Islay offered her Gryffindor housemate a small smile. She didn’t know if she had an affinity for Jarveys – really, it wasn’t that Islay had one. She just [i]knew[i] her aunt’s first question after asking if she were alright would be to ask about the school’s Jarvey population.
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At the entrance gates, Stella looked up at the sky biting her lip, the storm was on it's way. As a strong wind blowing she looked in the direction of the barn and pastures. "Oh...no!" Running as fast as she could she headed towards the Barn and Pastures with determination to save the creatures. From looking she wasn't the only one, she seen her friend Islay in the bunch as well.
Behind Islay breathing hard she looked from Professor Williamson to the man, she never seen him around the castle before was he new? It was clear Professor Williamson didn't know this mean, so what was he doing here? "I'll help as well Professor, whatever you need considered it done." She didn't want these poor creatures to taken by the winds, poor things scared to death.
Looking at Islay she found her in inhaler taking a few puffs from it before pocketing it. "I'll help with the Jarveys as well, seems like quite a bit of them." Stella knew quite a bit about them, so knew they could be rude at times, but now wasn't a time for them to be. Biting her lip she looked around, they had to hurry, who knew when this storm was going to hit.
Thank merlin there were so many other students that were also arriving to assist. There was one particular poor kneazle who was so scared he had quite firmly attached too her, which could leave a mark for later but that really wasn't of any current consequence. Nor was the scratching at the back of her throat, or the sneezes she was sure to endure later once they were all safely secured back into the castle. Throwing her current kneazle in, she glanced around at the others who were likewise still assisting various creatures. And a strange individual who she did not recognize speaking with Professor W? Who was that?
K glanced around again, noting how fierce the wind was getting and looked to the barn. Would it be strong enough to hold? "Professor? Or anyone? Is there something we can try to do to reinforce the structure?" Rocks against the building maybe, or anything? Professor W probably needed to tend to the stranger, but if he or one of the older students had any ideas she was more than willing to start attempting to enact.
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When Naya saw the crazy clouds roll in and heard the wind picking up, she was worried. The Gryffindor was no stranger to hurricanes and this is what the impending storm reminded her of. Her first thought was the creatures that were no doubt outside and in need of protection. In true Gryffindor style (ie. without thinking things through), she ran down to the creature area to see if she could help. Fortunately, Professor Williamson and many others were already on the job.
Without waiting for instructions, Naya went to rescue whatever animals she could find. It seemed like most of the creatures were being helped, but no one had gotten the fairies. She yelled out to no one in particular, “I’ll get the fairies”. Off she went to try to get them all to safety as soon as possible. It was utter chaos and the storm was just beginning.
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While running was a regular activity for the sixteen year old, running in a storm was NOT and it took much longer than it should have for the Gryffindor to reach the sanctuary. Of course looking back periodically to make sure her fellow classmates were either headed to the greenhouses, the sanctuary, or back to the castle probably did nothing for her speed.
Arriving right behind Naya, how did she not notice her headed this way? She'd only seen Islay.... and that was when she realized Stella was here too. At least her dormmates were all safe.
"The jarveys can be nasty little buggers. I'll help with them," she nodded at Williamson.
Also, who was that STRANGE man??? She knew all the professors by this point, even the new ones who just started and that one (Sunny Raine) was NOT a staff member.
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Blake having missed the majority of what in the name of Merlin was even going down at the gates had seen a group of students head toward the creatures. And it was obvious that the storm of the century was coming, and Blake thought he would offer help to the professor though it looked like a lot of things were already in hand.
"What's left to do Professor. What can I help with."
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