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Care of Magical Creatures Lesson 2: Yeti Field Trip
It was a bright and freezing cold February morning, and as promised, Williamson was standing in the usual Creatures classroom promptly at 7 am, already wearing his thickest parka and sipping a hot cup of coffee he'd brought out from breakfast. His bag (one, singular bag) was tightly packed and on the ground beside him. Also scattered on the ground throughout the so-called classroom was an assortment of odd objects: a broom with a broken handle, a stinky old boot, a deflated bike tire, a softly ticking but heavily scratched alarm clock, and a crushed-up ginger ale can.
"Don't touch anything," he warns the students, eying them from behind the rim of his steaming cup as they enter his space. "Hand in your permission slip and then huddle up in groups of four or five." He'd wait for his chaperones to get here before they began.
SPOILER!!: Permission Slip Stuff
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CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES FIELD TRIP permission slip for __________________, ___ year of ________ House
From Friday, the 2nd of February 2103 to Sunday, the 4th of February 2103, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will be organizing a Care of Magical Creatures camping field trip to the International Yeti Camp for Observation in Tibet [IYCOT]. The trip will begin at 07:00 sharp and will return to Hogwarts by the end of Sunday night.
I hereby absolve the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry of any liability for unfortunate effects that may arise from my own refusal to employ common sense and follow the instructions I am given. I recognize that my child's refusal to follow all safety guidelines and instructions may result in their maiming, death, or other unforeseeable consequences for which I will not hold the school financially or otherwise responsible. By submitting this permission slip, I hereby give the school permission to transport my child internationally via portkey.
Signature of Parent/Legal Guardian: _______________________________
Any Disabilities/Allergies/Dire Warnings: ______________________
SPOILER!!: coding for permission slip to copy/paste
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[indent]From [U][B]Friday, the 2nd of February 2103[/B][/U] to [U][B]Sunday, the 4th of February 2103[/B][/U], Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will be organizing a Care of Magical Creatures [B][U]camping field trip[/U][/B] to the [B][U]International Yeti Camp for Observation in Tibet [IYCOT][/U][/B]. The trip will begin at [U][B]07:00 sharp[/B][/U] and will return to Hogwarts by [U][B]the end of Sunday night[/B][/U].
I hereby absolve the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry of any liability for unfortunate effects that may arise from my own refusal to employ common sense and follow the instructions I am given. I recognize that my child's refusal to follow all safety guidelines and instructions may result in their maiming, death, or other unforeseeable consequences for which I will not hold the school financially or otherwise responsible. By submitting this permission slip, I hereby give the school permission to transport my child internationally via portkey.
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No sign of Trent and Claudine was thrilled about this fact. Pretty soon her group became a group of five. “Hi, Cole, Avalon.’’ The girl gave them both a smile before her excited gaze turned to Heath. “Hi, you,’’ she greeted with a tilt of her head. “I hoped you wouldn’t oversleep.’’ She did know he had trouble sleeping at times and had hoped he hadn’t been kept up all night.
Oh.
Their bags were getting searched? Interesting. The fourth year removed hers from over her shoulders then unzipped it for whichever Professor got to the group. “I’ve got snacks, water and omnioculars.’’ There were other stuff like her sketchpad, crayons, pencils, a blanket, and a jacket among the lot.
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Naya was getting even more excited as more of her classmates arrived. She was a little surprised that Claudine came and stood next to her. It was no secret that the younger girl seemed to despise Naya. With a somewhat curious look, she nodded at the Slytherin in an acknowledging greeting. Soon, Heath joined them, followed by Avalon. Naya gave a cheerful “hello” to both of them as they arrived. Finally, as she had hoped, Cole made them a group of five. Cue the special smile for the boyfriend only.
Now though, it was time for a question. Professor Williamson wanted to know what they had packed for the trip. ”I brought lots and lots of layers. You never know how cold or warm you might be, so it’s best to have options.” Naya had brought her special backpack that was filled with lots of stuff. “I’ve got my warm sleeping bag, binoculars, snacks oh and my hiking boots.” Naya also had her “marathon blanket”, those foil blankets that they give to marathon runners at the end of a race. She was from Florida and......a girl has to stay warm.
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Emm was still fighting the sleep from her eyes when she felt the man take his hand away. Even worse, he was asking questions. The little girl tried to slump against him--y'know, so she could catch a few more winks--but before she could, he was already gone inspecting bags.
Bags?
What did they pack?
"Wait." Emmerson rubbed at her eyes again, wincing just a little at how sore they were beginning to get. "Wait." She said again, though whether it was because she was still formulating words or because she'd forgotten she already said it was unclear.
The First Year looked around at the other professors present, all trying to check bags. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered she too was wearing a bag, one she'd simply scooped up off the ground by her bed and headed down with half asleep.
"We were meant to pack? Proooooffeessssssssoooorrrrrr." Emm whined, growing quite miserable now. The 11 year old extended her bag for anyone to look. Empty. Very empty. There was nothing on the inside.
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Awww yeah, early morning question time. Mamie unbuckled her bag to make it easier to be inspected. "I packed warm clothes and a sleeping bag, because Yetis have fur but I don't!" she said. "And binoculars to see things far away. And a whistle in case I get lost!" She held up the whistle that was hanging around her neck. They were lucky she didn't demonstrate...even Mamie thought it was too early for whistles. Safety first in the Turov family. Safety first, then fun, then education third.
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Finneas found himself blushing a good bit in response to both his former professor and his former school mate, both turned current colleagues. It did help that Professor Williamson seemed to be blushing too. They could be the blushing bunch. Name a better duo….
”Heh,” Finneas found himself twitching about nervously. ”It was, er, all in good fun,” he had JOKES, see? Though… Maybe it did undermine his authority. He could see that perspective too. Perhaps that’s why his class turned into total anarchy? One couldn’t ever be too sure. Anyway, ANYWAY, aNyWaY.
It was time to meander around the room and find a nice spot to stand in. A spot that was immediately occupied by another little body. Errrrrrr…. Finneas looked over at Ms. James. Grouping up with a young Gryffindor child, what could possibly go wrong? Everything. ”Err… Sounds excellent, Ms. James.” Sort of.
As for checking students’ bags… It did feel a little bit like an invasion of privacy, did it not? Made Schmoey a lil uncomfy, but he didn’t want to undermine his authority again, so he did get to checking. Cole’s stuffed zouwu was …. an interesting thing to take on a field trip, but who was Finneas to judge? He was also very surprised to find Emmerson’s bag entirely empty… She did know this was a weekend trip, right?
Because er, she hardly seemed the type to travel lightly. Fortunately, this class was not Schmoe territory. He’d let Williamson break it to her. AnYwAy. He was certain that Serena’s music box wouldn’t cause any yeti any harm, so er, he stepped aside quickly after checking her bag to move to the next.
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Phoebe followed Schmoe as he went about searching bags, peering over his shoulder with determined interest. He was her group, okay? This is okay, because they were a GROUP. She hmmmed in interest over stuffed animals and music boxes, although Schmoe didn't seem bothered, so OKAY, moving on.
As for her...? "My bag has warm clothes and those shoes with the little climbing spikes on them? And a sleeping bag. And a hair brush. Trust me." She clutched her bag against her as she followed ol' Schmoe. Invasion of privacy much? Like fine that she was looking in the bags of people who volunteered it, but she had UNDERWEAR in hers, OKAY?
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Heath returned Professor Williamson’s nod with a look of gratitude, thankful that he hadn’t said anything about that particular detail of his permission slip. He said, “Hi” to Avalon and Cole as they joined the group and returned Claudine’s greeting with a smile. He understood the meaning behind her words; she was the only person here other than Williamson who knew the secret that permission slip contained. “Of course not! I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he replied. Truth be told, he had had trouble sleeping last night, but it came from excitement, not fear.
Wait, they had to have their bags searched? That was… unexpected, but Heath wasn’t too worried about it. There was nothing unusual to find in his bag, unless books were somehow considered contraband on this trip. He’d packed the novelization of Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back along with his food, clothes, sleeping bag, and other essentials for a bit of reading before bed. Reading helped him get to sleep, and when he wasn’t observing yetis, he might as well be reading about wampas (and other Star Wars creatures)! While he awaited his turn to get his bag checked, he noticed Cole’s zouwu but said nothing about it. He could relate; he had a stuffed horse that he used to sleep with himself. Maybe he’d tell him about it later if anyone teased him about the zouwu…
For now, Heath focused on Professor Williamson’s question. Most of the things he had packed were already covered, except for his book and one other thing. “Besides the food, warm clothes, sleeping bag, and binoculars that others have mentioned, I also brought a first aid kit with, among other things, bandages, ointments, and potions for nausea and high altitude sickness.” Both of which could come in handy on a portkey trip to the region with the highest elevation in the world! “You never know what might happen on a camping trip, so it’s good to be prepared for any illness or injury, just in case.” He was the son of a healer, remember? What other answer would he give?
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They were having their bags searched? That seemed like a slight intrusion of privacy. Not that Avalon had anything suspicious in her bag, which had been charmed with an extension spell to provide some more room. In it, she had the normal things: warm clothes, socks, an extra pair of boots, and the like. She had also brought a book to read, her sketchbook, and an extra blanket - among a few other things. Basically, she was prepared for it to be super cold.
"I brought some matches, just in case I can't access my wand and need to light a fire. Yeti's don't like flames," Avalon said. So if she found herself being chased by a wild Yeti, perhaps she could fish around in her massive bag, miraculously find and strike a match, and throw it behind her. Yeah right. At least she felt prepared.
Anyway, Cassie headed straight for the students hearing William saying about checking there bags. "Hello, hello, I will get right to it. Please let me see your bag." Grinning towards a student (Violet) and reached for her bag. "Exciting isn't it?"
Violet flushed deeply at Professor Williamson's words and saw his scowl deepen. She knew her grandfather's note on her slip would make trouble--Merlin, it wasn't her idea for him to talk like that to everyone. Her family was worried she would run away again, but they didn't need to--she never wanted to see her father again, and she didn't really have anyone or anywhere to run off to, even if she'd wanted.
Violet had barely had time to reflect on this when a teacher was reaching for her bag and Professor Williamson was asking a question--this was too much, too soon so early in the morning. Well, they could look in her bag--since she hadn't been sure what to bring, she wasn't sure if she had contraband, but she guessed she'd find out soon enough:
SPOILER!!: Violet's bag
tent
sleeping bag
bowl, cup, utensils
soap
towel
water bottle
socks and underwear
extra shirt
rain-gear
toothbrush
first-aid kit
sunscreen potion
insect repelling potion
small notebook and pencil
She was wearing her hiking shoes and socks, sweater, parka, scarf, hat, and gloves, and she hoped that was everything. She raised her hand, because she figured she might as well answer the question. Hopefully the professor didn't have it in for her now. "I packed a tent and sleeping bag and some extra socks and shirt and raingear."
Ok, at least the music box apparently isn't contraband. She was looking forward to playing it at the maximum volume magically possible once they get to Tibet and possibly offend a handful of Yetis.
Serena watched as everyone else's bags were searched, and she was steadily regretting her choices in packing light. Why didn't she think of bringing a sleeping bag? Or a magical tent! She supposed she could always charm a patch of ground to be warm and soft, but the thought of that was just absolutely depressing. But she assumed that the school would be providing accommodation - so she guessed wrong.
A Ravenclaw Prefect (Avalon) near her had brought matches! why didn't she think to bring matches?! "I wish I thought to bring matches" She admitted a bit gloomily.
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Whaaat did Cecelia pack in her bag, you ask? Well, she'd packed way more than she could ever possibly need, that was sure. She'd also packed way more random items than were probably appropriate for such a trip, but magic helped keep her bag light as a feather, so she saw NO harm in having all the comforts of home. Like a framed picture of her family and her stuffed doggo that made little woof-ing sounds if you pressed on its paw. She decided not to share certain items out loud with the class, though. "I've got a sleeping bag, lots of warm clothes, extra extra socks because I really hate when my toes are cold, also my toothbrush and a hairbrush and some loo paper because you never know, you know?" She also obviously had her wand safely tucked away because that item was super duper important if she was going to come face-to-face with a yeti! She trusted Coop had packed his camera, so she didn't bother with one of those, but that would've made the list TOO if it wasn't for him.
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"Hiya, Serena," he smiled in return and, as it always did, his thick Boston accent telling its own unspoken story during said introduction. "I'm a sixth year but I've only been here si---"
Op. That would be the voice of Professor Williamson.
His attention swerving to the man himself, he and Serena could have a chat at another time, and found himself relieved that this question was an EASY one. He really wasn't so sure about having his bag searched, however. Even if he understood the why...he knew that HE hadn't put anything in there that shouldn't be. He knew he didn't have any food or anything that would make noise. Well....save for a harmonica that he had brought as entertainment around the campfire since he was impractical to bring his guitar. "I brought my Omnioculars," he offered after a bit. Along with the obvious warm clothing and his wand and all those essentials. "Sure...they are meant for quidditch but they also ought to come in handy while looking at yeti from a safe and respectable distance."
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SPOILER!!: Cassie!
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Originally Posted by Bazinga
Was she late? Were women ever really late? No, of course not they just needed some extra time and honestly if she was going to be going on a field trip she had to come prepared. A witch was always prepared even if her small bag didn't look like she was. If you looked into that charmed bag you might find her entire office in there.
Anyway, Cassie headed straight for the students hearing William saying about checking there bags. "Hello, hello, I will get right to it. Please let me see your bag." Grinning towards a student (Violet) and reached for her bag. "Exciting isn't it?"
Thought she shouldn't be talking when William just asked a question, now should she.
Ah, there was his last chaperone! "Right on time," he greeted Cassie with a warm smile. Plus she was already helping with the bags, so he couldn't fault her for running a bit late.
SPOILER!!: Prefect Rose
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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising
Was Carsyn feeling especially cranky this morning? Definitely and it had absolutely NOTHING to do with the 7am weekend arrival to care of magical creatures, because she was normally awake early in the morning anyway. Thank you quidditch routines. So why was the Gryffindor Prefect in a mood then, you ask? Because she was seventeen years old and would be eighteen in two months, yet was still required to hand in a stupid parental permission form. She was old enough to drop out of Hogwarts but wasn't old enough to go on a field trip without contacting her parents first??? Yet if she wanted to drop out of Hogwarts, she doubted she needed their permission. Albeit she had no idea but considering she knew at least four kids in her year who dropped out, two of whom got married which was cray-cray but that was a different story, they didn't all have parental consent, right??
Silently giving Professor Williamson a stink-eye when she handed him her form, she stood at the object furthest from him to wait. If they were traveling by portkey - as it appeared - there was no way she wanted to go by portkey with the professor who apparently still considered her a child. Even if she was acting like a child right now.
"Snacks. A girl's gotta eat" because even though she was an adult, she was a growing girl and athlete. "Oh and warm clothes because well yetis like much colder climates than Scotland." She did pay attention. See, there was really no reason for her to have contacted her parents about this trip. Even though her sister probably would have told them anyway.
SPOILER!!: permission form
CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES FIELD TRIP permission slip for ____Carsyn Rose____, _Seventh__ year of ____Gryffindor____ House
From Friday, the 2nd of February 2103 to Sunday, the 4th of February 2103, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will be organizing a Care of Magical Creatures camping field trip to the International Yeti Camp for Observation in Tibet [IYCOT]. The trip will begin at 07:00 sharp and will return to Hogwarts by the end of Sunday night.
I hereby absolve the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry of any liability for unfortunate effects that may arise from my own refusal to employ common sense and follow the instructions I am given. I recognize that my child's refusal to follow all safety guidelines and instructions may result in their maiming, death, or other unforeseeable consequences for which I will not hold the school financially or otherwise responsible. By submitting this permission slip, I hereby give the school permission to transport my child internationally via portkey.
Signature of Parent/Legal Guardian: ________Alexander Rose________
Any Disabilities/Allergies/Dire Warnings: _____She knows better, but prone to impulsive decisions when she gets spiteful____
So much for prefects setting a good example for younger kids, huh? Williamson caught that stink-eye and noticed that Carsyn Rose apparently became a bit thorny (all puns intended) when forced to comply with school rules. Interesting, if not a bit predictable for Gryffindors.
"Snacks, clothes, good..." he rifled through her bag, finding those items, and stopping short when he pulled out a large dungbomb. "Really, Rose?" Williamson tsked and stuffed it into one of his own pockets. "Yeti don't like the smell of human excrement, trust me on that one." And no, she wouldn't be getting this back when they got to Tibet.
SPOILER!!: Serena
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Originally Posted by mellamaet
Serena stood beside her new partner Josh as she watched the professors began the inspection of their bags. As they did so, Professor Williamson asked them what they packed for the trip "Warm clothes. Lots and lots of warm clothes" She said simply with a shrug. If they were going looking for yetis, then it was probably somewhere freezing. "And a pair of omnioculars. To better find them" She added.
She watched closely at the ongoing inspection, her hand gripping her bag tightly. She had also packed a music box in the bag, but instead of classical music, she had charmed it to play a muggle nursery rhyme about the Abominable Snowman. The yetis would probably not understand a word of it, but she would, and it would be gloriously hilarious for her.
"Omnioculars, smart," Wililamson nodded his approval to Serena's answer, as he was already searching someone else's bag. Slytherins knew better than to pack contraband that would get them all killed though, surely.
SPOILER!!: Cole
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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch
Cole was excited for a field trip to see a yeti but not about the freezing cold. He was bundled up from head to toe with so much clothing that he probably looked like a stuffed turkey. With his bag packed with everything required on the list along with a few other must haves that his dad had sent along like a magically warmed sleeping bag Cole was ready to get away from Hogwarts for a few hours. "Hello professor Williamson!" Cole chirped excitedly as he handed over his signed permission slip before he went over to stand with his girlfriend Naya and his friends; Heath, Avalon and Claudine.
SPOILER!!: Permission slip
CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES FIELD TRIP permission slip for __________________, ___ year of ________ House
From Friday, the 2nd of February 2103 to Sunday, the 4th of February 2103, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will be organizing a Care of Magical Creatures camping field trip to the International Yeti Camp for Observation in Tibet [IYCOT]. The trip will begin at 07:00 sharp and will return to Hogwarts by the end of Sunday night.
I hereby absolve the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry of any liability for unfortunate effects that may arise from my own refusal to employ common sense and follow the instructions I am given. I recognize that my child's refusal to follow all safety guidelines and instructions may result in their maiming, death, or other unforeseeable consequences for which I will not hold the school financially or otherwise responsible. By submitting this permission slip, I hereby give the school permission to transport my child internationally via portkey.
Signature of Parent/Legal Guardian: ___Calvin Vance____________________________
Any Disabilities/Allergies/Dire Warnings: None, just try and keep him from angering any yeti’s by going too close.______________________
Raising his hand up quickly Cole answered confidently with a look over at Professor Williamson. "I've got my dad’s magical binoculars for looking at yeti’s from a safe distance and a warm sleeping bag for camping and some sandwiches and hot coco in case i get hungry before we get back to school." And well a stuffed zouwu that he never slept without and some other small things that he just had wanted to bring along on this field trip. It was nice that Professor Cassie and Professor Schome were coming along to see yetis too and maybe professor June too.
"Great!" Williamson smiled gently at Cole as he went through a Hufflepuff bag. "I hope you brought your wand too?" Of course, he didn't need to remind seventh years of this....
SPOILER!!: Ivy
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Originally Posted by Dances_With_Potter
Ivy ran up just class was starting, a huge (maybe too big) bag strapped across her back. Her breath came out in huge puffs of white air as she gasped to catch her breath. It was a long run from the castle to here. ”Good morning, Professor Williamson!” she said cheerfully, absolutely not a single hint of tears or melancholy. She handed him her permission slip then looked around to see who still had room in her group.
Before she’d picked one, though, Professor Williamson was asking about their packing. Taking off her pack, she dropped it to the ground with a loud thud and some clanging. ”I packed several sets of several layers of warm clothes. I brought some stuff to cook in over the fire so we can have hot meals and drinks. Speaking of which - grabbed some tea, lots of food for hot meals like stew ingredients and stuff snd oatmeal. Also baked some granola bars and brought those. It’s really important to have plenty to eat when you’re going to be in the cold because your body burns up extra calories trying to keep you warm,” she explained. This is what you learned in muggle Girl Scouts when you grew up in the coldest parts of the U.S.
”Oh and I also brought a tent because we need protection from the winds, a sleeping bag with an extra blanket, a bed roll so I’m not sleeping right on the ground...” It was a really long list. Her bag was very heavy...
"Wow," he raised his eyebrow at the excited, well-stocked Hufflepuff, who was living up to all the best stereotypes of her House right now. "That's quite a list, but remember that we will have food there." Chuckle chuckle. He began looking through her stuffed pack. "Anyway, glad you're prepared. That's the first step to traveling anywhere." And he gently handed her back her bag, having approved it for the trip.
SPOILER!!: Ashley
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Originally Posted by astrocat
"I brought food and water, for obvious reasons. Also, I brought normal camping stuff like first aid and a muggle heat blanket. And a regular blanket and a sleeping bag. And warm clothes. And some other case-specific stuff. And my stuffed fox. And my favorite book." The stuffed fox would maybe not be necessary, but it helped her sleep, and sleep was necessary. She hoped they would let her bring it. She looked up and down at the group she had. Mamie, Cecilia(Cece? Ashley wasn't quite sure what her name was but she was nice), and Catherine. Not bad. In fact it was good. She grinned at them. "We can be in group together? Cool." She was very confused as to why someone was calling her small (she was over 5 feet tall) but she didn't mind at all. She jumped up and down coldly but excitedly as she waited for the trip to start. The interest of this trip had begun to overcome her fears about dying.
For obvious reasons.... Williamson's mouth twitched into a bit of a smile at that answer. He quickly searched her bag and found nothing amiss, murmuring, "Good, you seem prepared," as he moved on to the next student.
SPOILER!!: Claudine
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
No sign of Trent and Claudine was thrilled about this fact. Pretty soon her group became a group of five. “Hi, Cole, Avalon.’’ The girl gave them both a smile before her excited gaze turned to Heath. “Hi, you,’’ she greeted with a tilt of her head. “I hoped you wouldn’t oversleep.’’ She did know he had trouble sleeping at times and had hoped he hadn’t been kept up all night.
Oh.
Their bags were getting searched? Interesting. The fourth year removed hers from over her shoulders then unzipped it for whichever Professor got to the group. “I’ve got snacks, water and omnioculars.’’ There were other stuff like her sketchpad, crayons, pencils, a blanket, and a jacket among the lot.
Williamson searched Claudine's bag as she spoke. "And why did you bring these things?" he questioned mildly, noting her sketchpad and drawing materials. Well those could be handy, for field notes.
SPOILER!!: Naya
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Originally Posted by Daydreamer11
Naya was getting even more excited as more of her classmates arrived. She was a little surprised that Claudine came and stood next to her. It was no secret that the younger girl seemed to despise Naya. With a somewhat curious look, she nodded at the Slytherin in an acknowledging greeting. Soon, Heath joined them, followed by Avalon. Naya gave a cheerful “hello” to both of them as they arrived. Finally, as she had hoped, Cole made them a group of five. Cue the special smile for the boyfriend only.
Now though, it was time for a question. Professor Williamson wanted to know what they had packed for the trip. ”I brought lots and lots of layers. You never know how cold or warm you might be, so it’s best to have options.” Naya had brought her special backpack that was filled with lots of stuff. “I’ve got my warm sleeping bag, binoculars, snacks oh and my hiking boots.” Naya also had her “marathon blanket”, those foil blankets that they give to marathon runners at the end of a race. She was from Florida and......a girl has to stay warm.
Right, it was winter, so... "Nice blanket," Williamson nodded to her marathon blanket. "Sounds like you are prepared." And her bag was ready, so.
SPOILER!!: Emmerson
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
Emm was still fighting the sleep from her eyes when she felt the man take his hand away. Even worse, he was asking questions. The little girl tried to slump against him--y'know, so she could catch a few more winks--but before she could, he was already gone inspecting bags.
Bags?
What did they pack?
"Wait." Emmerson rubbed at her eyes again, wincing just a little at how sore they were beginning to get. "Wait." She said again, though whether it was because she was still formulating words or because she'd forgotten she already said it was unclear.
The First Year looked around at the other professors present, all trying to check bags. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered she too was wearing a bag, one she'd simply scooped up off the ground by her bed and headed down with half asleep.
"We were meant to pack? Proooooffeessssssssoooorrrrrr." Emm whined, growing quite miserable now. The 11 year old extended her bag for anyone to look. Empty. Very empty. There was nothing on the inside.
While some people may have questioned the professors going through bags, others would understand that it was because of students like Emmerson Cambridge that they HAD to search the bags. Because some bags were... empty? He saw Schmoe going through this and put a hand to his temples to stop the headache that was forming there already.
"Emmerson, you KNEW you were going away for the weekend. I suppose you plan to wear this same outfit the whole time?" He shook his head at her in disappointment. "We have sleeping bags and food at the campsite, but it looks like... you may be in for a rough time. And no, there's no time for you to run up to the castle and make it back here before the portkeys go off.
They had old sweatshirts and the like she could borrow at the campsite, but the LACK of RESPONSIBILITY in this one... smh.
SPOILER!!: Mamie
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Awww yeah, early morning question time. Mamie unbuckled her bag to make it easier to be inspected. "I packed warm clothes and a sleeping bag, because Yetis have fur but I don't!" she said. "And binoculars to see things far away. And a whistle in case I get lost!" She held up the whistle that was hanging around her neck. They were lucky she didn't demonstrate...even Mamie thought it was too early for whistles. Safety first in the Turov family. Safety first, then fun, then education third.
Honestly, some first years were just more responsible than others. Williamson inspected Mamie's bag with a satisfied grunt. "Good ideas, Mamie." GOOD JOB to THIS one. Hufflepuffs knew how to pack.
SPOILER!!: Finneas
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Finneas found himself blushing a good bit in response to both his former professor and his former school mate, both turned current colleagues. It did help that Professor Williamson seemed to be blushing too. They could be the blushing bunch. Name a better duo….
”Heh,” Finneas found himself twitching about nervously. ”It was, er, all in good fun,” he had JOKES, see? Though… Maybe it did undermine his authority. He could see that perspective too. Perhaps that’s why his class turned into total anarchy? One couldn’t ever be too sure. Anyway, ANYWAY, aNyWaY.
It was time to meander around the room and find a nice spot to stand in. A spot that was immediately occupied by another little body. Errrrrrr…. Finneas looked over at Ms. James. Grouping up with a young Gryffindor child, what could possibly go wrong? Everything. ”Err… Sounds excellent, Ms. James.” Sort of.
As for checking students’ bags… It did feel a little bit like an invasion of privacy, did it not? Made Schmoey a lil uncomfy, but he didn’t want to undermine his authority again, so he did get to checking. Cole’s stuffed zouwu was …. an interesting thing to take on a field trip, but who was Finneas to judge? He was also very surprised to find Emmerson’s bag entirely empty… She did know this was a weekend trip, right?
Because er, she hardly seemed the type to travel lightly. Fortunately, this class was not Schmoe territory. He’d let Williamson break it to her. AnYwAy. He was certain that Serena’s music box wouldn’t cause any yeti any harm, so er, he stepped aside quickly after checking her bag to move to the next.
Jokes.... right. Jokes could absolutely undermine someone's authority, but that went without saying, didn't it? Williamson just shook his head at Finneas and went the opposite direction of him to check on the last few bags.
SPOILER!!: Big James
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Phoebe followed Schmoe as he went about searching bags, peering over his shoulder with determined interest. He was her group, okay? This is okay, because they were a GROUP. She hmmmed in interest over stuffed animals and music boxes, although Schmoe didn't seem bothered, so OKAY, moving on.
As for her...? "My bag has warm clothes and those shoes with the little climbing spikes on them? And a sleeping bag. And a hair brush. Trust me." She clutched her bag against her as she followed ol' Schmoe. Invasion of privacy much? Like fine that she was looking in the bags of people who volunteered it, but she had UNDERWEAR in hers, OKAY?
How fortunate for Finneas to have such a helpful stalker student trailing along after him. Williamson was amused by Ms. James. "Good, those shoes will come in handy on our long hikes," he nodded to her. He'd let... er, Finneas inspect that bag though. James seemed to be clinging to it like it was a life raft.
SPOILER!!: Heath
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Heath returned Professor Williamson’s nod with a look of gratitude, thankful that he hadn’t said anything about that particular detail of his permission slip. He said, “Hi” to Avalon and Cole as they joined the group and returned Claudine’s greeting with a smile. He understood the meaning behind her words; she was the only person here other than Williamson who knew the secret that permission slip contained. “Of course not! I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he replied. Truth be told, he had had trouble sleeping last night, but it came from excitement, not fear.
Wait, they had to have their bags searched? That was… unexpected, but Heath wasn’t too worried about it. There was nothing unusual to find in his bag, unless books were somehow considered contraband on this trip. He’d packed the novelization of Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back along with his food, clothes, sleeping bag, and other essentials for a bit of reading before bed. Reading helped him get to sleep, and when he wasn’t observing yetis, he might as well be reading about wampas (and other Star Wars creatures)! While he awaited his turn to get his bag checked, he noticed Cole’s zouwu but said nothing about it. He could relate; he had a stuffed horse that he used to sleep with himself. Maybe he’d tell him about it later if anyone teased him about the zouwu…
For now, Heath focused on Professor Williamson’s question. Most of the things he had packed were already covered, except for his book and one other thing. “Besides the food, warm clothes, sleeping bag, and binoculars that others have mentioned, I also brought a first aid kit with, among other things, bandages, ointments, and potions for nausea and high altitude sickness.” Both of which could come in handy on a portkey trip to the region with the highest elevation in the world! “You never know what might happen on a camping trip, so it’s good to be prepared for any illness or injury, just in case.” He was the son of a healer, remember? What other answer would he give?
No, books were not contraband here. He finished inspecting Heath's bag and handed it back to him without comment. "That's correct. Thanks for thinking of first aid." They did have that at the campsite, but it was also smart to have a smaller pack on one's person when hiking around or whatnot.
SPOILER!!: Avalon
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They were having their bags searched? That seemed like a slight intrusion of privacy. Not that Avalon had anything suspicious in her bag, which had been charmed with an extension spell to provide some more room. In it, she had the normal things: warm clothes, socks, an extra pair of boots, and the like. She had also brought a book to read, her sketchbook, and an extra blanket - among a few other things. Basically, she was prepared for it to be super cold.
"I brought some matches, just in case I can't access my wand and need to light a fire. Yeti's don't like flames," Avalon said. So if she found herself being chased by a wild Yeti, perhaps she could fish around in her massive bag, miraculously find and strike a match, and throw it behind her. Yeah right. At least she felt prepared.
Ah, a smartly packed bag with some spellwork on it. "Nice." Williamson murmured his approval as he glanced through it. "And your point brings me to our next activity... but good, matches are a necessity in case you lose your wand or something." Even Muggles could appreciate the value of matches.
SPOILER!!: Violet
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Violet flushed deeply at Professor Williamson's words and saw his scowl deepen. She knew her grandfather's note on her slip would make trouble--Merlin, it wasn't her idea for him to talk like that to everyone. Her family was worried she would run away again, but they didn't need to--she never wanted to see her father again, and she didn't really have anyone or anywhere to run off to, even if she'd wanted.
Violet had barely had time to reflect on this when a teacher was reaching for her bag and Professor Williamson was asking a question--this was too much, too soon so early in the morning. Well, they could look in her bag--since she hadn't been sure what to bring, she wasn't sure if she had contraband, but she guessed she'd find out soon enough:
SPOILER!!: Violet's bag
tent
sleeping bag
bowl, cup, utensils
soap
towel
water bottle
socks and underwear
extra shirt
rain-gear
toothbrush
first-aid kit
sunscreen potion
insect repelling potion
small notebook and pencil
She was wearing her hiking shoes and socks, sweater, parka, scarf, hat, and gloves, and she hoped that was everything. She raised her hand, because she figured she might as well answer the question. Hopefully the professor didn't have it in for her now. "I packed a tent and sleeping bag and some extra socks and shirt and raingear."
"Well that's good," Williamson replied to Violet, nodding to Cassie as she went through her bag, "but you won't need the tent, as the campsite already has those set up." He nodded to the Divination professor to pull it out and set it off to the side. And hopefully her waterproof rain gear would work for snow as well.
SPOILER!!: Cece
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Whaaat did Cecelia pack in her bag, you ask? Well, she'd packed way more than she could ever possibly need, that was sure. She'd also packed way more random items than were probably appropriate for such a trip, but magic helped keep her bag light as a feather, so she saw NO harm in having all the comforts of home. Like a framed picture of her family and her stuffed doggo that made little woof-ing sounds if you pressed on its paw. She decided not to share certain items out loud with the class, though. "I've got a sleeping bag, lots of warm clothes, extra extra socks because I really hate when my toes are cold, also my toothbrush and a hairbrush and some loo paper because you never know, you know?" She also obviously had her wand safely tucked away because that item was super duper important if she was going to come face-to-face with a yeti! She trusted Coop had packed his camera, so she didn't bother with one of those, but that would've made the list TOO if it wasn't for him.
The stuffed dog was terribly cute, not that Williamson would EVER say so. He nodded at Cece's bag (it seemed well-packed and surprisingly light) and handed it back to her. "I do know. Loo paper is an essential, I think." He smiled to her and moved on to the last bag.
SPOILER!!: Josh
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"Hiya, Serena," he smiled in return and, as it always did, his thick Boston accent telling its own unspoken story during said introduction. "I'm a sixth year but I've only been here si---"
Op. That would be the voice of Professor Williamson.
His attention swerving to the man himself, he and Serena could have a chat at another time, and found himself relieved that this question was an EASY one. He really wasn't so sure about having his bag searched, however. Even if he understood the why...he knew that HE hadn't put anything in there that shouldn't be. He knew he didn't have any food or anything that would make noise. Well....save for a harmonica that he had brought as entertainment around the campfire since he was impractical to bring his guitar. "I brought my Omnioculars," he offered after a bit. Along with the obvious warm clothing and his wand and all those essentials. "Sure...they are meant for quidditch but they also ought to come in handy while looking at yeti from a safe and respectable distance."
Miller... "Nice omnioculars." Hogwarts certainly had some wealthy students, that was for sure. He spent a moment inspecting the glasses and handed them, and the bag, back to Josh. Nothing suspicious in there, really.
And the last bag meant that it was truly time to get on their way. "Alright then, grab your things, grab a friend's hand, and then grab onto one of the portkeys around here. We've got a broom with a broken handle, an old boot, a bicycle tire, an alarm clock, and a ginger ale can." He deposited the objects by the groupings of students at random.
"Once you get to the campsite, you'll see two tents: one for boys, and one for girls. They're marked, so ONLY go into the appropriate tent and pick out a bunk. Then we'll gather together to learn a spell to help you stay warm, alright?"
He nodded and glanced at his wristwatch, watching the seconds tick down until the portkeys began to glow. "OKAY, GRAB ON!" He himself clutched at the ginger ale can he'd drank last night, gritting his teeth in preparation for the nauseating sensation of travel via this method.
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When Professor Williamson inspected her bag, she thought he’d be proud of how prepared she was, but as he explained that almost everything she’d thought to pack, all the food she’d carefully taken the time to pack and prep, was not needed, she felt a little crestfallen. Then he began saying there’d already be tents there... with bunk beds. They’d probably be heated too since they were, ya know, MAGIC, which Ivy had clearly completely forgotten was a thing when she’d prepared for their trip.
And to top it off, no one had offered to have her in their group. They probably all thought she was a coward since she hadn’t been in the Forbidden Forest with them. It didn’t matter that she’d been busy trying to save their LIVES.
Uuuuugh... she really did kind of hate Hogwarts...
Looking around at all the random objects Professor Williamson mentioned, Ivy was super confused. What on Earth was a portkey? But, ever one to follow directions, she put her hand on the bicycle tire and waited just a few seconds before the strangest thing so far happened to her.
She felt like a stuffed animal in a particularly violent crane game - one where some mean boy was flinging her around TRYING to get her fall off the crane but she just wouldn’t do it. Then without warning, there was the ground, and she was crashing into it, falling face first into the snow with her heavy backpack crushing her further into the wet powder.
Her nose might have been broken, but she couldn’t tell because it was so cold...
Part of her wanted to get up before her face froze, but she was also afraid if she moved she was going to throw up. Very slowly, gingerly she pulled herself into a sitting position and saw a few drops of blood in the snow from her nose. Not wanting to give anyone another reason to think she was a BABY, though, she wiped the blood from her nose on her sleeve OUCH! and got to her feet. She began making her way toward the tents, leaving a trail of little blood drops in the snow every several steps. Getting to the girls tent, she stashed her bag on a lower bunk near the door and dug through her pack until she found the small pack of tissues she’d brought. Pulling one out, she held it to her clearly broken nose to try to stop the bleeding while her eyes watered making it look like she was crying which she definitely was NOT doing.
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Ashley was proud that she packed good. She nodded at her group, which was the tire group, and grabbed the portkey. When she landed, she felt very dizzy. "Whyyy is this... like this? It's ridiculous. Portkeys are the worst." She felt over for a while and slowly rose just in time to see Ivy go into the tent. She followed and set her bag down. Only then did she notice the girl's nose. That would explain the trail of blood. "That is broken. You should get that fixed. Because this is magic and they can do that here apparently." She took out her stuffed fox and set it on her top bunk(the best kind) to claim it. If anyone dared to take it, they would regret that decision. As if Ashley wouldn't keep an eye on one of her favorite things. "There is a charm to fix that. The professors probably know it. You should ask them. Healer Recard fixed my nose in like five seconds, so I'm sure it will be ok. I hope." She pointed in the direction of the nearest professor concernedly. She hated seeing her friends hurt. She nervously turned away to see if any of her portkey buddies had gone near her. Because she and Ivy were close to each other and it would be lame if everyone was spread out randomly.
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Claudine arched an eyebrow at Williamson. Honestly, was probably the professor aside from Fuller-Thompson who knew her best. He should know that she never went anywhere without her sketchpad. “For sketches,’’ she told him simply and honestly. She wouldn’t miss a chance to sketch such an important memory. Plus, this was the sketchpad Heath had given her for her last birthday; there’s no way she’d leave it behind.
Grab a friend’s hand? Um… no. Claudine wouldn’t mind taking Heath’s hand but they were in class not out on a date. And no one else was allowed to invade her personal space. She moved forward to the nearest Portkey, eyeing Heath. He’d grab the same one, yeah? It didn’t matter if he did. Everyone would end up at the same destination.
And soon they were off.
The fourth year was all too prepared for the usual unpleasant feeling. She just kept her eyes shut and hoped it would all be over soon. Her hope came through and soon she felt her feet slam into the ground. The impact made her legs buckle and she went crumbling to the ground in a heap. At least she was in better shape than Ivy over there. Claudine took a few deep breaths then climbed to her feet. Aside from being winded, she was okay. Once she was sure Heath was there safely, the Slytherin trudged off to the girls’ tent; marked a bunk as hers by depositing her bag on it then wandered back outside.
Well, Violet was pretty pleased with herself at her packing--she was not a list-maker for nothing. So, they already had tents, huh? And--did they say they had beds? That was pretty posh camping. She'd planned to put her rain gear under her bag to stay dry, but maybe she wouldn't need it now. Although you never knew when you might need rain-gear.
Oh dear Merlin, they were leaving already? Violet put her had out and grabbed the nearest Portkey--just her luck, an alarm clock, her least favorite thing in the world! At the same time, she reached out her other hand blindly, hoping to grab someone else's hand for the journey.
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Portkeys weren't so bad once you got used to the feeling of being tugged into the great abyss by your belly button. That's what it'd always felt like to her, anyway. She quickly tightened the straps of her backpack, grabbed the hand nearest hers, and did the same to the nearest portkey. Then she was being pulled into nothingness, only to arrive at their destination just as quickly, a little wobbly but otherwise A-okay. Much better than that younger girl with a bleeding nose, luckily. Some kids still had to learn how to stick the landing.
Hurrying into the appropriate tent, Cecelia claimed herself a bunk tucked towards the back and dropped her bag unceremoniously on the bed. Then she headed back towards the group, eager to get on with their adventure.
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It was time to go and Naya was R.E.A.D.Y. She gathered her things and grabbed Cole’s hand, glad she had an excuse to do so. Then she reached into her pocket retrieved her ginger candy and popped one into her mouth. Hopefully it would keep the motion sickness at bay. Turning to Cole, she held out the pack. “Ginger candy?”, she said before going to place her free hand on the broken broom.
Before she knew it, Naya was experiencing the incredibly awful portkey travel feeling. Then she slammed into the ground, fortunately in an upright position. Feeling a little queasy, but better than usual, Naya said, “We made it.” She was still holding Cole’s hand and she gave it a squeeze. “I guess we’d better head into our tents. See you soon.” Naya headed for the girl’s tent and dropped her things on a bunk. This was going to be awesome.
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Mamie put her bag over her shoulder, held tight to the hand of the person next to her whose name she couldn't quite remember, and grabbed onto the tire portkey with the rest of her group, pleased that Professor Williamson had approved of her packing job. She was excited to travel by portkey, as this was her first chance. It was like teleportation, from what she understood. One minute at Hogwarts, next minute at YetiLand, right?
Wow was she not prepared for that...experience. As the portkey dumped them at the campsite, Mamie dropped whoever's hand she'd been holding and clamped her hand over her mouth. She hadn't expected motion sickness. She grimaced and closed her eyes, trying not to feel like the world was spinning any more than normal. Yeck. After a few deep breaths and the earth not moving, she opened her eyes.
Yaaay camping! She pranced into the girls' tent and set her bag on a lower bunk, taking a moment to put her gloves on and admire the magical tent before heading back outside.
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Oh, good! Time to gooooooo! Phoebe bounded back over to where Professor Schmoe waited and grabbed up his hand. Like best friends forever. "Professor, I'm really good at portkey travel. I mean, sometimes I throw up and I've definitely sprained the ankle of at least three people traveling with me, but I always land on my feet!"
She swung his hand because BFFFFFFFFFforever. "Have you ever fought a yeti? Like wrestled one? Is that a thing? I think I've heard about that somewhere."
Avalon leaned over to Serena after she commented on her choice to bring matches. "Don't feel bad, I wouldn't have thought of it until my grandfather reminded me. I wrote to him about the field trip and he owled me back a pack of matches," she said with a shrug. Her grandfather was a magizoologist and knew way more about yetis than she did. Avalon did remember reading somewhere that yetis hated fire, but she would have thought that her wand would suffice for conjuring flames. Well, it was better to be overprepared than underprepared.
After the inspections were complete, Avalon prepared for transport. No, she would not be holding onto someone's hand, but she would be grabbing that broken broom. With a deep breath, she braced herself for the whirlwind. The classroom disappeared in a blur. Avalon's stomach flipped as she felt herself spinning and spinning and spinning. Finally, she felt the tension let up, and before she knew it, her feet were slamming into the ground. The force sent a shock through her body, causing her to drop to her knees to steady herself. Her arms flew out to catch her balance.
The Ravenclaw brushed the snow off of her clothing as she made her way toward the girls' tent, where she dropped her bag on an open bed. At least they wouldn't have to sleep on the floor. It was times like this that Avalon was extremely thankful for magic. But just as she left her bag, she noticed a first year (Ivy) clutching a bloody tissue to her nose. "You alright there?" she asked, fishing around in her bag and offering the girl another clean tissue. She supposed it was the girl's first experience with porktkeys, judging from her obviously bloody nose. "Portkey travel can be brutal. The first time I did it, I twisted my ankle." Avalon briefly poked her head out of the tent, wondering if she should get a professor. "At least there's plenty of ice out here to help reduce the swelling," she added with a laugh.
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It had taken Finneas a good five minutes before he realized he had, at some point, acquired an extra shadow. This one was far less noodley than the one he was used to. Looked an awful lot like Ms. Phoebe James. Unfortunately for him, he had no idea how to... err... Address the situation. So he.... Just let it happen.
Perhaps he was starting to regret saying yes to being in the young Gryffindor's group because now his hand was being grabbed. He had perpetually clammy hands, did she take notice of them? Because... Er. The last thing he needed was the clammy hand situation to be announced to the rest of the class. That would likely only add to the undermining of his authority. "Heh, heh," he laughed awkwardly in response to her....... assurances?
She wouldn't really throw up on him though... Would she? And he needed his ankles for this trip. Was it too late to stay behind?
"Errr..... I can't say that I have. Maybe Professor Williamson has wrestled a yeti. He's much cooler than I am," he gave her an uncomfortable grin. This was his way of trying to redirect the attention in hopes that Pheoebe would gravitate towards Williamson instead. AnYwAy.
"Let's, er, rock and roll." He reached for one of the portkeys and they were off! Portkey travel always made him a little woozy.
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"Hiya, Serena," he smiled in return and, as it always did, his thick Boston accent telling its own unspoken story during said introduction. "I'm a sixth year but I've only been here si---"
Op. That would be the voice of Professor Williamson.
His attention swerving to the man himself, he and Serena could have a chat at another time, and found himself relieved that this question was an EASY one. He really wasn't so sure about having his bag searched, however. Even if he understood the why...he knew that HE hadn't put anything in there that shouldn't be. He knew he didn't have any food or anything that would make noise. Well....save for a harmonica that he had brought as entertainment around the campfire since he was impractical to bring his guitar. "I brought my Omnioculars," he offered after a bit. Along with the obvious warm clothing and his wand and all those essentials. "Sure...they are meant for quidditch but they also ought to come in handy while looking at yeti from a safe and respectable distance."
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SPOILER!!: Serena
"Omnioculars, smart," Wililamson nodded his approval to Serena's answer, as he was already searching someone else's bag. Slytherins knew better than to pack contraband that would get them all killed though, surely.
SPOILER!!: Josh
Miller... "Nice omnioculars." Hogwarts certainly had some wealthy students, that was for sure. He spent a moment inspecting the glasses and handed them, and the bag, back to Josh. Nothing suspicious in there, really.
And the last bag meant that it was truly time to get on their way. "Alright then, grab your things, grab a friend's hand, and then grab onto one of the portkeys around here. We've got a broom with a broken handle, an old boot, a bicycle tire, an alarm clock, and a ginger ale can." He deposited the objects by the groupings of students at random.
"Once you get to the campsite, you'll see two tents: one for boys, and one for girls. They're marked, so ONLY go into the appropriate tent and pick out a bunk. Then we'll gather together to learn a spell to help you stay warm, alright?"
He nodded and glanced at his wristwatch, watching the seconds tick down until the portkeys began to glow. "OKAY, GRAB ON!" He himself clutched at the ginger ale can he'd drank last night, gritting his teeth in preparation for the nauseating sensation of travel via this method.
Serena waited patiently at the side as Professor Williamson interviewed Josh on the contents of his bag. Noting that he had also packed Omnioculars! At least she hadn't completely messed up packing for this trip!
Then, as swiftly as it had begun, Professor Williamson was already calling everyone's attentions, informing them that it was time to travel via Portkey. She had only travelled via Portkey once, and it wasn't a pleasant experience. Why couldn't they just travel by train?
Serena groaned, looking up to heavens as if questioning whatever Deity existed on why she deserved such punishment as travel by Portkey, before silently accepting her fate, and looking back towards her partner/teammate/new found friend?Josh "Wanna be Portkey buddies?"
It was time to go and Naya was R.E.A.D.Y. She gathered her things and grabbed Cole’s hand, glad she had an excuse to do so. Then she reached into her pocket retrieved her ginger candy and popped one into her mouth. Hopefully it would keep the motion sickness at bay. Turning to Cole, she held out the pack. “Ginger candy?”, she said before going to place her free hand on the broken broom.
Before she knew it, Naya was experiencing the incredibly awful portkey travel feeling. Then she slammed into the ground, fortunately in an upright position. Feeling a little queasy, but better than usual, Naya said, “We made it.” She was still holding Cole’s hand and she gave it a squeeze. “I guess we’d better head into our tents. See you soon.” Naya headed for the girl’s tent and dropped her things on a bunk. This was going to be awesome.
Cole had been worried that Professor Schmoe would say something about his giant stuffed zouwu during the bag search, but it thankfully had passed inspection without a word. He slung his satchel bag over his shoulder before Naya grabbed on to his right hand. It was nice that they got an excuse to hold hands in class like the couple they were, usually they couldn't or weren't allowed to. "Thanks, I'll try one." Cole said with a smile before he got a piece of ginger candy out of the pack and stuffed it into his mouth. Next minute he put his free left hand on the broken broom and closed his eyes.
In a matter of moments Cole experienced portkey travel again and the awful feeling was way too familiar. It was a relief when they landed on the ground and this time he actually stood upright. Opening his eyes he gave Naya a look over. She looked a little queasy, but who wouldn't? "Are you okay?" he asked as he returned the hand squeeze. Nodding he agreed. "Yes, let's meet outside the tents again in 5 minutes." Going off to the boy's tent Cole, chose a bad by placing his satchel bag on it and placing his zouwu on the pillow as a guardian before he headed back out. Seeing a yeti was going to be awesome.
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