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Similar to the Magical Creature Sanctuary, the barn is an enclosure that contains a variety of creatures scattered about, mostly ones that need to be kept inside during the winter. In the spring and fall, many of these creatures will be allowed out into the Sanctuary where students can continue looking after them. The Hogwarts barn itself is a well-aged and well-maintained structure located a distance from the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Like most structures here on the grounds, it's bigger on the inside than on the outside, with tidy enclosures for each of the breeds of animals kept for the use of the school. Out of the great back doors that swing open, fences lead to open pastures. The wooden and stone fences are charmed to prevent any kind of creature (or student) from escaping.
Students are welcome to visit the barns and accompanying pastures any time they are not in class, meals, or after curfew. Grab feed from the bins by the door, take one or more of the creatures out for some air, or give the winged horses a good rub down. Whatever you do, remember to treat the creatures with respect and care, especially the ones with sharp teeth and hooves bigger than your heads.
Most animals within this enclosure are rated X, XX, or XXX. Some animals reside in stalls, others are in coops or cubbies, some are in the loft above your head, and some are just regular mundane barn creatures. Please remember your skill level, year, and familiarity around animals when visiting the Barn and Pastures.
Text Cut: Creatures Housed in the Barn and Pastures
Gargoyles:
Ogott Ogott returned to Beauxbatons with Professor Mathys de Nostredame at the conclusion of the 2100-2101 school year.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine was super tired. With lessons, homework that included super long essays, extra curricular activities and taking care of the creatures in the Barn, she just wanted to go to sleep for a week. And it was only the first week back at Hogwarts. Yet, her determination to work diligently under Williamson’s watchful eyes did not waver. Presently? Presently the fourth year was working with the Hippogriffs {which had surprisingly become one of the best creatures she ever worked with} to feed them. Dead ferrets hung around her neck that were used to feed the small set of Hippogriffs that had been led out to the Sanctuary. Yes, only a portion of them were out there at that moment as she found that this approach was best to handle them so as to prevent any chaos that could get out of hand.
“Catch, Buddy. Catch, Charlene.’’
Toss, toss.
Snap, snap!
The girffs accurately caught the ferrets and Claudine moved onto the next duo- Ruffles and Springy. There was just something about these majestic winged creatures that she adored.
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Claudine was super tired. With lessons, homework that included super long essays, extra curricular activities and taking care of the creatures in the Barn, she just wanted to go to sleep for a week. And it was only the first week back at Hogwarts. Yet, her determination to work diligently under Williamson’s watchful eyes did not waver. Presently? Presently the fourth year was working with the Hippogriffs {which had surprisingly become one of the best creatures she ever worked with} to feed them. Dead ferrets hung around her neck that were used to feed the small set of Hippogriffs that had been led out to the Sanctuary. Yes, only a portion of them were out there at that moment as she found that this approach was best to handle them so as to prevent any chaos that could get out of hand.
“Catch, Buddy. Catch, Charlene.’’
Toss, toss.
Snap, snap!
The girffs accurately caught the ferrets and Claudine moved onto the next duo- Ruffles and Springy. There was just something about these majestic winged creatures that she adored.
Little did Claudine know that her professor was also hanging out with the hippogriffs. Parked in his favorite style of chair to conjure, aka the only kind that he knew HOW to conjure, and with sunglasses on and a butterbeer in hand, Williamson was watching the sunset and the creatures in the pasture frolick till he had to put them away.
"Hey Blaze," he greeted her quietly as she fed Ruffles. "How's it going?"
And had she noticed any hippogriff flatulence lately, hmmmmmmm?
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Ashley was here. She wasn't sure why. She just stood and stared at the thestrals. "Hi," she said, to none of them in particular. "I think you're pretty." She shifted. "So how's your life? I don't think you can talk back to me but that's okay anyway. My life is fine. Just plain fine. Hogwarts is fine. It's just too fine. Well, one time a sixth year burned my arm almost off, and I went to a party once, and I've been to the hospital wing on my first day at like 8:30 in the morning, and I've had antlers, and the antlers were on fire, and we found treasure, and my bodyguard sent me some stuff from diagon alley and I wrote letters to some people but other than that nothing. I bet you never got your limbs burned off. It would be sad if you have. But I doubt that happened." She took a deep breath. Thestrals were so nice. They just listened. Nobody ever listened to Ashley. Well, not exactly nobody. But it was pretty close.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Little did Claudine know that her professor was also hanging out with the hippogriffs. Parked in his favorite style of chair to conjure, aka the only kind that he knew HOW to conjure, and with sunglasses on and a butterbeer in hand, Williamson was watching the sunset and the creatures in the pasture frolick till he had to put them away.
"Hey Blaze," he greeted her quietly as she fed Ruffles. "How's it going?"
And had she noticed any hippogriff flatulence lately, hmmmmmmm?
Claudine was that gal that would get fully occupied once there was a task at hand, especially if said task involved creatures. For this reason, there had been no attention paid until that familiar voice spoke up. Even then, she didn’t look around until a minute or so. After all, certainty had to be established that the griffs were eating properly.
“Professor,’’ she said, not minding his presence. No doubt he was here to observe her and ensure all the right things were being done. “Nice glasses.” The girl wrinkled her nose at that moment, as though literally just observing a very rancid odor. Remembering one of her and Williamson’s encounters previously, Claudine narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Do you smell that?” she questioned almost casually.
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Claudine was that gal that would get fully occupied once there was a task at hand, especially if said task involved creatures. For this reason, there had been no attention paid until that familiar voice spoke up. Even then, she didn’t look around until a minute or so. After all, certainty had to be established that the griffs were eating properly.
“Professor,’’ she said, not minding his presence. No doubt he was here to observe her and ensure all the right things were being done. “Nice glasses.” The girl wrinkled her nose at that moment, as though literally just observing a very rancid odor. Remembering one of her and Williamson’s encounters previously, Claudine narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Do you smell that?” she questioned almost casually.
"Thanks," he replied amicably, raising his butterbeer as though toasting her. Sure, it might be tainted with the smell of the pastures now, and no doubt there were a few flecks of dust and grass floating on the top too. Would that stop him from downing it in one hearty gulp? Not a bit.
He rested the empty glass on the ground with a contented sigh. "Smell what?" Williamson replied, letting out a small belch and patting his own chest with a fist as though helping it come out. "'Scuse me." Did she smell his burp from all the way over there.... or was she cluing in to the fact that the hippogriffs were a bit tooty today?
Speaking of, there was one right by her, relieving itself from its horsey behind. hAH. It had worked!
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~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
"Thanks," he replied amicably, raising his butterbeer as though toasting her. Sure, it might be tainted with the smell of the pastures now, and no doubt there were a few flecks of dust and grass floating on the top too. Would that stop him from downing it in one hearty gulp? Not a bit.
He rested the empty glass on the ground with a contented sigh. "Smell what?" Williamson replied, letting out a small belch and patting his own chest with a fist as though helping it come out. "'Scuse me." Did she smell his burp from all the way over there.... or was she cluing in to the fact that the hippogriffs were a bit tooty today?
Speaking of, there was one right by her, relieving itself from its horsey behind. hAH. It had worked!
Claudine wrinkled her nose at that belch. She had not even seen the man make an attempt to cover the belch with a hand over his mouth… you know, like someone with proper manners would. Sometimes Williamson amazed Claudine with his ‘don’t care’ kind of attitude. At least he had said ‘excuse me’, so that was a good thing. Otherwise, she would have been forced to teach him that.
And no. The fourth year did not catch so much as a whiff of that no doubt smelly burp. All she knew was that she was inhaling poop. Incredibly smelly, disgusti- OHHHHH. There was Charlene taking a dump right now. Claudine hurriedly scooted away, dead ferrets bumping lightly against her. “What in the world have they been eating lately? Professor, what have you been feeding them?’’ Yes. yes, she was accusing you, Williamson.
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Claudine wrinkled her nose at that belch. She had not even seen the man make an attempt to cover the belch with a hand over his mouth… you know, like someone with proper manners would. Sometimes Williamson amazed Claudine with his ‘don’t care’ kind of attitude. At least he had said ‘excuse me’, so that was a good thing. Otherwise, she would have been forced to teach him that.
And no. The fourth year did not catch so much as a whiff of that no doubt smelly burp. All she knew was that she was inhaling poop. Incredibly smelly, disgusti- OHHHHH. There was Charlene taking a dump right now. Claudine hurriedly scooted away, dead ferrets bumping lightly against her. “What in the world have they been eating lately? Professor, what have you been feeding them?’’ Yes. yes, she was accusing you, Williamson.
Also, she was trying not to gag here.
Once upon a time, William had had manners. Had had a girlfriend, a job at the Ministry, a proper place of his own... and then he'd spent the last few decades out in the wild, on the job with a load of other dudes just like him. And he'd unlearned all those manners and only kept the ones he cared to remember in certain situations.
This was not one of those situations.
"Oh, you know.... this and that." He waved a hand around as though he were wafting the stink of his burp her way. "What have YOU been feeding them, Claudine? That may be the better question." He lowered his sunglasses to give the ferrets round her neck a proper eyeing.
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yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Once upon a time, William had had manners. Had had a girlfriend, a job at the Ministry, a proper place of his own... and then he'd spent the last few decades out in the wild, on the job with a load of other dudes just like him. And he'd unlearned all those manners and only kept the ones he cared to remember in certain situations.
This was not one of those situations.
"Oh, you know.... this and that." He waved a hand around as though he were wafting the stink of his burp her way. "What have YOU been feeding them, Claudine? That may be the better question." He lowered his sunglasses to give the ferrets round her neck a proper eyeing.
If Claudine only knew what a fascinating past Williamson apparently had, she probably would have bombarded him with questions. Then again, there were rarely the cases when she cared about the happenings in anyone’s lives.
Anyway.
There was a bigger, more pressing situation at hand. Now, the fourth year had not been feeding these Hippogriffs anything different from their normal diet and Williamson knew it. She wasn’t stupid to initiate a change in the creatures’ diet without confirming with the man first.
“Just the usual, Professor,’’ the girl responded, looking at his face in an attempt to avoid looking at the poop. Creatures’ poop wasn’t disgusting to her but it was just the particular odor of this set that threw her off. Her eyes narrowed. “Are you sure you weren’t up to something, Professor? I mean… I’d understand if your memory failed you on occasions.’’ Because the man was old, you know.
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
If Claudine only knew what a fascinating past Williamson apparently had, she probably would have bombarded him with questions. Then again, there were rarely the cases when she cared about the happenings in anyone’s lives.
Anyway.
There was a bigger, more pressing situation at hand. Now, the fourth year had not been feeding these Hippogriffs anything different from their normal diet and Williamson knew it. She wasn’t stupid to initiate a change in the creatures’ diet without confirming with the man first.
“Just the usual, Professor,’’ the girl responded, looking at his face in an attempt to avoid looking at the poop. Creatures’ poop wasn’t disgusting to her but it was just the particular odor of this set that threw her off. Her eyes narrowed. “Are you sure you weren’t up to something, Professor? I mean… I’d understand if your memory failed you on occasions.’’ Because the man was old, you know.
"You know," Williamson stood then, streeeeeeetching up to the sky, letting out a yawn, and tapping on his lawn chair to vanish it, "I think you're right. I think my memory's failling me, and I'm, well gosh darn it, I'm struggling to remember what time curfew is for little Slytherin fourth years."
He tilted his head at her and started walking toward the hippogriffs. He stuck two fingers in his mouth to let out a shrill whistle, calling them all in. "You'd better get these babies to bed, huh, Claudine? Wouldn't want to be caught out of bounds by the Headmaster, now wouldja?" Williamson was now leaning on the fence and smirking broadly at her. "I've heard he's been in a real bad mood lately....."
Heh. He MIGHT have been just getting her back a bit for making fun of him in class. But surely his fellow Slytherin would know that he wouldn't toss her under the bus if she were out past curfew. In fact, he was decent enough that he might even walk her back ot the castle.
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yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
"You know," Williamson stood then, streeeeeeetching up to the sky, letting out a yawn, and tapping on his lawn chair to vanish it, "I think you're right. I think my memory's failling me, and I'm, well gosh darn it, I'm struggling to remember what time curfew is for little Slytherin fourth years."
He tilted his head at her and started walking toward the hippogriffs. He stuck two fingers in his mouth to let out a shrill whistle, calling them all in. "You'd better get these babies to bed, huh, Claudine? Wouldn't want to be caught out of bounds by the Headmaster, now wouldja?" Williamson was now leaning on the fence and smirking broadly at her. "I've heard he's been in a real bad mood lately....."
Heh. He MIGHT have been just getting her back a bit for making fun of him in class. But surely his fellow Slytherin would know that he wouldn't toss her under the bus if she were out past curfew. In fact, he was decent enough that he might even walk her back ot the castle.
Why did Williamson seem so unbothered by this extra foul Hippogriff dung? Claudine was highly suspicious. Oh yes, she was. Williamson had done something and she couldn’t quite figure out why. Maybe he had wanted to test her? Test her what though? Her tolerance for poo? Well, that sounded ridiculous.
“I’m not little,’’ Claudine replied tartly, and tossed the last two ferrets to the closest griffs. Honestly, she was fourteen years old; she was a big girl. But Williamson was right: the griffs were done feeding, prancing and having a good time out here for the day. She followed them, making her way towards Williamson. At the mention of Trent's name, she scowled but said nothing. It was best that she stayed silent on that topic. The man and his deplorable attitude always upset and annoyed her.
“You know, Professor? I don’t think that you’d snitch on me. You love Slytherins, after all.'' Williamson should have been their Head of House instead.
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Why did Williamson seem so unbothered by this extra foul Hippogriff dung? Claudine was highly suspicious. Oh yes, she was. Williamson had done something and she couldn’t quite figure out why. Maybe he had wanted to test her? Test her what though? Her tolerance for poo? Well, that sounded ridiculous.
“I’m not little,’’ Claudine replied tartly, and tossed the last two ferrets to the closest griffs. Honestly, she was fourteen years old; she was a big girl. But Williamson was right: the griffs were done feeding, prancing and having a good time out here for the day. She followed them, making her way towards Williamson. At the mention of Trent's name, she scowled but said nothing. It was best that she stayed silent on that topic. The man and his deplorable attitude always upset and annoyed her.
“You know, Professor? I don’t think that you’d snitch on me. You love Slytherins, after all.'' Williamson should have been their Head of House instead.
And that was definitely something little kids said, especially ones that were feeling so grumpy before bedtime. Williamson clucked to himself. He was pretty sure Claudine and Louise were the same age or thereabouts, and his niece (of sorts) was DEFINITELY still little. Just a little girl!
He led the way toward the fence, not noticing Claudine's silent treatment or stony face about the Headmaster. "I mean, that's true...." He grinned at her. "Because then who would scoop up all this dung tomorrow?" Speaking of, here they all came trotting in now. "Wooooweeeee, these guys are probably going to need a bath too, Blaze, if you're up for it." Tomorrow, that was.
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And that was definitely something little kids said, especially ones that were feeling so grumpy before bedtime. Williamson clucked to himself. He was pretty sure Claudine and Louise were the same age or thereabouts, and his niece (of sorts) was DEFINITELY still little. Just a little girl!
He led the way toward the fence, not noticing Claudine's silent treatment or stony face about the Headmaster. "I mean, that's true...." He grinned at her. "Because then who would scoop up all this dung tomorrow?" Speaking of, here they all came trotting in now. "Wooooweeeee, these guys are probably going to need a bath too, Blaze, if you're up for it." Tomorrow, that was.
Claudine rolled her eyes, but there was now humour written on her face. “Sure, professor, sure. That’s the only reason you’d stay silent.’’ She was quite sure he liked all if not most of the Slytherins. The girl was fairly certain he liked at least her abilities to handle the creatures. But dung scooping…ugh. That was not part of her tasks that she enjoyed. Claudine watched the griffs trot off, her gaze following them fondly. She’d become awfully attached to them and the other creatures.
A griff bath?
“Okay, professor. As long as you’re there to help.’’ Claudine smirked and began heading back for the Castle. “See you tomorrow.’’ She gave him a wave. Now, all the girl needed was a shower. She smelt like hippogriff.
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