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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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[SIZE="1"]permission slip for [u]__________________[/u], [u]___[/u] year of [u]________[/u] House[/SIZE][/CENTER]
[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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For a moment, Heath half-expected the professor to say something about the Star Wars book in his bag. He wouldn’t have made a fuss if he was asked to leave it behind, but he was glad that didn’t happen. After having his bag returned, he put it on his back and awaited further instructions. As the time for departure neared, Heath felt a weird fluttering in his stomach, though he wasn’t sure if it was nervousness over the impending portkey trip or excitement over meeting a yeti… or was it because Professor Williamson said to grab a friend's hand.*
Heath returned Claudine's glance as he grabbed on to the broken broom handle with one hand. His other hand twitched, but he stopped himself from reaching for Claudine's hand just in time. If she wanted to hold hands, he'd let her make the first move. No? Okay then…
He braced for the all too familiar queasiness as the portkey whisked him away. As the spinning stopped, he stumbled slightly on the landing but steadied himself before he could fall into the ice and snow. It didn't take him long to recover from the trip; after years of attending Ryder-Jones family quidditch excursions, he was kind of used to portkey travel. His eyes scanned the campsite, and only when he was sure all of his classmates had arrived safely did he make his way to the boys' tent. He plopped his bag on the first vacant bunk he saw, neatly setting his Star Wars book on top of it, just in case there was any doubt who the bag belonged to!
With his belongings safely stashed, Heath went back outside to await the professor's next instructions.
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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."
Checking the student´s bag Cassie just smiled and looked through it before moving on. ¨Everything seems in order here. We are going to have a wonderful time.¨ She smiled at Violet before moving to the next back and then the next. Once she heard William again she made her way with the students and grabbed a port key.
SPOILER!!: Ivy
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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.
As she landed Cassie began to brush off the snow that had rustled when she landed, but there was something in the snow that caught her eye. What was that? Her eyes followed the little trail until she came upon two of the students.
¨Are you alright? Do you need any help, I could get that fixed for you.¨ She knew how hard being a first year could be and having enough muggleborn friends she knew some of the first years were probably not expecting what a portkey felt like. It was all new to them and she knew they would get use to the feeling at some point.
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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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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Checking the student´s bag Cassie just smiled and looked through it before moving on. ¨Everything seems in order here. We are going to have a wonderful time.¨ She smiled at Violet before moving to the next back and then the next. Once she heard William again she made her way with the students and grabbed a port key.
As she landed Cassie began to brush off the snow that had rustled when she landed, but there was something in the snow that caught her eye. What was that? Her eyes followed the little trail until she came upon two of the students.
¨Are you alright? Do you need any help, I could get that fixed for you.¨ She knew how hard being a first year could be and having enough muggleborn friends she knew some of the first years were probably not expecting what a portkey felt like. It was all new to them and she knew they would get use to the feeling at some point.
Before Ivy had managed to get the bleeding to stop, she had a whole crowd of girls around her. Her friend Ashley had of course been the first to notice her plight. Merlin they had been through some STUFF so far this year. Before she could respond to Ashley’s comment about her nose being broken, the Ravenclaw Prefect showed up, and then Cassie from her house was there too. She gratefully took the fresh tissue being offered to her. When Cassie said she could fix her nose, Ivy considered it for a moment then nodded her head. ”Justht asth long asth it sthtopsth the blee-ing,” she said which much difficulty.
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Before Ivy had managed to get the bleeding to stop, she had a whole crowd of girls around her. Her friend Ashley had of course been the first to notice her plight. Merlin they had been through some STUFF so far this year. Before she could respond to Ashley’s comment about her nose being broken, the Ravenclaw Prefect showed up, and then Cassie from her house was there too. She gratefully took the fresh tissue being offered to her. When Cassie said she could fix her nose, Ivy considered it for a moment then nodded her head. ”Justht asth long asth it sthtopsth the blee-ing,” she said which much difficulty.
Ashley was glad that there was a professor there who could fix Ivy's nose. When she grew up, she wanted to be a healer. "We should start a club for people who have accidentally broke their nose at Hogwarts. I bet there would be a lot of people in it. Or people who have been seriously injured at Hogwarts. Then everyone could join." It was a joke, but not really. This year, she had been chased by acromantulas, dropped on her head by an invisible something, had her arm almost burned off, and been betrayed by the headmaster. And that was just the things she could remember. She was pretty sure she had broken an ankle, dislocated something, and faceplanted at some point, but she honestly couldn't remember. She broke off and stared into nowhere, her thoughts in the distance.
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Arriving in the campsite in one piece was always a blessing, wasn't it? Williamson let out a deep sigh of relief as he only tripped over his own shoelaces and tossed the empty ginger ale can on the pile of spent portkeys. "Gather round once ya deposit your things," he called out the group, noting that a few kids were still arriving. Good. He had time to collect some firewood, talk to the locals and other scientists, and get a nice pyramid of wood stacked up for dinner.
A short while later, once most people were settled around the unlit log pile, Williamson cleared his throat. "Now, I'm no Charms professor, so you'll have to bear with me as I review this spell with you lot. It's the spell to make bluebell flames, which are waterproof and radiate heat to objects held above them. You can hold or even touch these blue flames without burning yourself. But they will burn clothes, I think, and will warm our food up. So you still have to be careful around them." He shot a knowing LOOK to a few certain first years that could not exactly be trusted around most creatures, much less around fire.
"To make bluebell flames, just wave your wand in the direction you want the flame to go and say the incantation Flammae Caeruleum. That's FLAMMAE Caeruleum. To put them out, say Extinguo." Did they get that? "And either way, even though these are fairly SAFE flames, please do NOT aim them at a Yeti if you see one. They will, probably, still be scared of the blue fire."
He took a deep breath to see if they got it. "Go ahead and give it a try on our firewood here, or even on a bit of snow, if you want." It would help warm them up, so.
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Claudine found that she had come back out from the tent just in time. Students were already starting to gather with Williamson. She looked around for Heath and once locating him, drifted off in his direction. Much like she would usually sidle silently up to Bernadette’s side when they were friends, she did the same to the Ravenclaw. She scanned the environment, noting the log pile and the fact that Ivy was patched up. Then her gaze was yet again resting on Williamson.
Bluebell flames. Claudine loved those particular flames. Not to mention the Charm had been one that she had easily mastered back as a first year. It was handy to have a refresher on the incantations. The fourth year opted to try the spell on a patch of snow. “Flammae Caeruleum,’’ came her commanding incantation. Her dragon heartstring wand was waved at a patch a little distance away from her and clear of anyone else. Blue flames erupted where she intended.
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Phoebe was glad that she arrived safely via portkey, although she immediately fell hard into Schmoe. She managed to stay upright, but whether or not he could survive a full body impact with a fourth year was another thing altogether. Good luck, duck.
"Don't sell yourself short, sir. I bet you could beat Williamson in a wrestling match, if you really wanted to," she held her stomach and briefly considered throwing up before... getting over it. All okay. Ahem, time to move on. "Thanks for the ride, sir. Watch those ankles!" She skipped off to drop her bag and make use of the FIREBUILDING skills.
"Flammae Caeruleum." The snow at her feet melted. Perfect little puddle.
Mamie was a little worried about her friend Ivy's nose, but it seemed like their head of house had it under control. What else were adults for, if not fixing broken noses. She clapped her gloved hands together for warmth until Williamson started going over the spell for waterproof flames that wouldn't burn you. Mamie could hardly believe it. Why weren't wizards running the world when they had stuff like this?
She pulled out her wand and crouched down to be closer to the snow. "Flam...flammae ca-caeruleum," she said, looking hopefully at the snow near the end of her wand. It...was still snow. And no flames. Huffing, Mamie stood up. Maybe her posture was bad. "Flammae cae-ru-le-um," she said clearly, pointing her wand at the snow again. This time, she could have sworn she saw a glimmer of a blue flame. Not enough to melt the snow though, apparently.
Third time's a charm, maybe? Taking a deep breath, Mamie decided to try on some of the firewood. She stood next to the log pile, and visually picked one of the logs to try to light aflame. She pointed her wand at it, trying to focus on the idea of fire instead of how cold it was. "Flammae caeruleum," she said, almost angrily. This time it actually worked, and some blue flames danced on the log she had been aiming at.
Arriving by portkey was never fun. Never fun indeed. Letting go of their chosen potkey, Serena stumbled into the campsite, leaned against the tree for a second, just to get her bearings back - vaguely registering Professor Wiliamson's instructions.
Tents. Yes, good. She wouldn't have to sleep on the ground.
Staggering into the girls' tent, the Slytherin claimed an empty bunk, haphazardly tossed her duffel back on it and staggered back out.
She reaaaally hated travelling back portkey.
Taking a seat on a dry patch of ground near the rest of the class, Serena grinned. Oh, bluebell flames! This was easy! She learned the charm ages ago at her old school. After all, it was constantly chilly on the top of Mt. Greylock, and portable flames were the perfect way to warm up.
"Flammae Caeruleum" She cast, pointing at the empty patch of space in front of her, and watching as bright, warm, blue flames errupted out of thin air.
Violet had been grasping someone's hand during the Portkey journey, but she never did find out whose, because when the Portkey suddenly arrived at their destination, it deposited her on the ground with no warning and she landed in a heap. She got up, looking frantically around for her bag and was relieved to find it lying a short distance from her. She got up, dusted herself off, decided she had a few new bruises for her trouble (why was education at Hogwarts so painful and uncomfortable?!), and trudged tiredly off to find the right tent.
Fortunately Professor Williamson had been right about the tents being clearly marked, and even if they hadn't been, she could hear boys' voices coming from one of them. She lowered her head to enter the girls' tent and threw her bag on the first bed she found empty.
Going back outside, she saw there was firewood already stacked nearby and other students were experimenting with the bluebell flames charm. Violet had already learned that one from her governess, Miss Howard, and she'd done it last year during her 'adventure,' so she was pretty confident she could manage it now. She found some unclaimed firewood, pointed her wand at it, and said "Flammae Caeruleum" and sure enough, there were the bright blue flames dancing on the logs. She held out her gloved hands toward them, though not too close, and tried to warm them up while she waited to see what would happen next. She only hoped Yetis weren't as dangerous as Acromantulas, and that Professor Williamson and his associates wouldn't run off and leave them.
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SPOILER!!: Cole
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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.
Naya left the warmth of the tent and went back outside to join the group. Not a moment too soon it seemed because the professor was starting to explain what they would be doing next. Finding Cole, Naya went to stand beside him. See, she felt warmer already.
It seemed that they would be making bluebell flames. Naya was glad of that. She really liked the blue flames and anything that would keep them warm was appreciated. Did Williamson really need to tell everyone not to direct the flames toward any Yeti’s? After thinking about it for a moment, she realized that given this lot.......the answer was yes.......probably so.
Ready to get to work, Naya took out her wand and waved it toward the firewood. “Flammae Caeruleum”, she said, and was happy to see the bluebell flame appear. Success. Would they be warming food soon? Naya was starting to get hungry. Good thing she had packed plenty of snacks in her backpack. Just in case.
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This was so cool!
Cecelia Summers was at an actual YETI CAMP in TIBET and she couldn't really stop smiling as she waited around for the rest of the students to assemble, taking EVERYTHING in with curious eyes. She didn't even mind the cold so much, thankful for her parents and their insisting that she pack extra warm clothes for the occasion. It had been a wise choice to listen to them.
Wand at the ready, the blonde wiggled a bit as she listened to Professor W go over the bluebell flames incantation for the group. She'd always loved bluebell flames. They were lovely to look at and she didn't ever worry about accidentally lighting something on fire that she shouldn't when using them.
"Flammae Caeruleum." A smaller piece of wood by her feet caught fire and she was pleased, shuffling a bit closer to take advantage of the heat.
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Heath looked around the camp, keeping an eye out for classmates who might need help. So far, the only one he saw was a first year girl (Ivy) with a bloody nose, but it looked like Professor Kitridge had that under control. He smiled, nodding at Claudine as she approached as if to say “Hi again”. No matter how many times it happened, it still touched his heart that she gravitated toward an awkward nerd like him, of all people, when she rarely sought out others’ company at all!
Williamson’s voice jerked Heath out of his thoughts, and his eyes shifted toward the professor. He was curious about which spell they were going to learn to keep them warm but slightly disappointed when he heard it was the bluebell flame charm. Darn, he’d hoped to learn a spell he didn’t already know! But it was okay; at least he didn’t have to worry about making a mistake in front of everyone. He blinked, unsure what to make of the professor’s last sentence. Seriously, who would be stupid enough to aim bluebell flames (or any fire spell) at a yeti?! He’d learned that most creatures wouldn’t hurt you if you treat them with respect, and even if it did become necessary to drive a yeti back, it seemed that using the spell on a nearby object would make more sense.
Following Claudine’s lead, he aimed his wand at the snow, taking care to pick an area far enough away that no one would slip and fall when the snow eventually refroze. “Flammae Caeruleum,” he said clearly and confidently, and blue flames engulfed the snow. He allowed them to burn for a few moments before putting them out with a quick “Extinguo!” He turned to Claudine. “Are you going to do it on the firewood now?” he asked. Because that’s exactly what he planned to do!
Pointing his wand at the nearest log, he said, “Flammae Caeruleum!” He watched in satisfaction as the blue flames appeared, stepping closer to the heat. Ahh, warmth! When were they going to fix dinner? He was starving!
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"Thanks!" Josh chirped in response to Professor Williamson's compliment of his omnioculars. Pops had bought them for him and while he did use them as intended for quidditch, the sixth year had also used them for other extra curriculars. Outdoor WADA performances and concerts were true blessings, you know?
Drumming on his thighs a bit while waiting for instructions, he was once again nodding to Serena when she asked about being portkey buddies. "Sounds good to me! Have you ever trave---" But it was a thought that was cut short seeing as they were on a time constraint and, well, the portkeys were activated and WHOOOOOSH away they went and THUNK came his boots to the significantly colder ground of...uh...where were they meant to arrive at again? Didn't REALLY matter considering there was Professor Williamson and there were his peers and no one was lost.
...right?
Right.
Wand out and read for this whole bluebell conjuring potential disaster, he found his way back over to Serena to check on her. She hadn't looked the best when they had landed and, well, they seemed to have sort of buddied up for at least today. May as well commit to the role. "You doing okay there?" he asked with a bit of a boyish grin while ruffling his hair a bit and giving his wand a twirl between his fingers.
Flammae Caeruleum. That was at least moderately easy to say. Surely eh couldn't muck this one up too much. It had been a while since he had last used the spell himself. During a training camp somewhere way up north in Canada.
Crouching down in front of the pile of wood, Josh directed his wand to a piece that was particularly sticking out. "Flammae Caeruleum." The hint of confidence in his voice was beneficial, and not faking it till he made it kind of confidence, as a little burst of brilliant bright blue dripped out of his wand like fresh honey and coated the wood. It eventually took on a more flame-like consistency that reminded him of the time he had accidentally set a ping pong ball on fire.
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Naya left the warmth of the tent and went back outside to join the group. Not a moment too soon it seemed because the professor was starting to explain what they would be doing next. Finding Cole, Naya went to stand beside him. See, she felt warmer already.
It seemed that they would be making bluebell flames. Naya was glad of that. She really liked the blue flames and anything that would keep them warm was appreciated. Did Williamson really need to tell everyone not to direct the flames toward any Yeti’s? After thinking about it for a moment, she realized that given this lot.......the answer was yes.......probably so.
Ready to get to work, Naya took out her wand and waved it toward the firewood. “Flammae Caeruleum”, she said, and was happy to see the bluebell flame appear. Success. Would they be warming food soon? Naya was starting to get hungry. Good thing she had packed plenty of snacks in her backpack. Just in case.
Cole stood with the group as Professor Williamson started to explain what they we’re doing next; learning how to make bluebell flames. When Naya came up to stand beside him he silently slipped his gloved hand into hers with a silent smile pursing his lips. Maybe he could transfer some warmth to her that way? She looked cold.
It was thoughtful of Professor W to teach them a spell that would keep them all warm and toasty in this cold climate and through the night. He wasn’t going to direct any flames towards a yeti, in any circumstance. He might be a lion out to his fingertips, but he wasn’t stupid.
Producing his wand from his jacket pocket, Cole let go of Nayas hand reluctantly as he turned his attention toward a pile of snow. Waving his wand toward the snow he said firmly with confidence. "Flammae Caeruleum." And smiled to himself as the bluebell flames melted the pile of snow into a nice little snow puddle at his feet. "Extinguo!" Cole casted to extinguish the flames even if he liked the warmth they produced. Could they warm soup next? He was getting hungry.
"Thanks!" Josh chirped in response to Professor Williamson's compliment of his omnioculars. Pops had bought them for him and while he did use them as intended for quidditch, the sixth year had also used them for other extra curriculars. Outdoor WADA performances and concerts were true blessings, you know?
Drumming on his thighs a bit while waiting for instructions, he was once again nodding to Serena when she asked about being portkey buddies. "Sounds good to me! Have you ever trave---" But it was a thought that was cut short seeing as they were on a time constraint and, well, the portkeys were activated and WHOOOOOSH away they went and THUNK came his boots to the significantly colder ground of...uh...where were they meant to arrive at again? Didn't REALLY matter considering there was Professor Williamson and there were his peers and no one was lost.
...right?
Right.
Wand out and read for this whole bluebell conjuring potential disaster, he found his way back over to Serena to check on her. She hadn't looked the best when they had landed and, well, they seemed to have sort of buddied up for at least today. May as well commit to the role. "You doing okay there?" he asked with a bit of a boyish grin while ruffling his hair a bit and giving his wand a twirl between his fingers.
Flammae Caeruleum. That was at least moderately easy to say. Surely eh couldn't muck this one up too much. It had been a while since he had last used the spell himself. During a training camp somewhere way up north in Canada.
Crouching down in front of the pile of wood, Josh directed his wand to a piece that was particularly sticking out. "Flammae Caeruleum." The hint of confidence in his voice was beneficial, and not faking it till he made it kind of confidence, as a little burst of brilliant bright blue dripped out of his wand like fresh honey and coated the wood. It eventually took on a more flame-like consistency that reminded him of the time he had accidentally set a ping pong ball on fire.
Serena had been admiring her bluebell flames when she had realized that she had a partner. SHE HAD A PARTNER AND SHE LEFT HIM! She remembered vaguely registering that he had asked how she was when they landed, but she had just been too dizzy from the Portkey to even consider replying. She resisted the urge to smack her forehead at her own empty headedness before whirling around frantically to look for him, and was relieved to find him next to her, conjuring up his own set of flames.
"Hi." She greeted sheepishly. How does one go about greeting her partner, who she had abandoned after landing, even after he had asked how she was. "Sorry 'bout earlier. I was y'know, I little...out of it" Out of it was an understatement.
Thankfully, Professor Kitridge offered to fix the poor first year's nose. Avalon was not confident in her healing skills. Last time she tried to heal a cut on her own arm with Episkey, she had only given herself a giant bruise instead.
The Ravenclaw tucked her hands in pockets as she rejoined the group, already feeling the chill. It was going to be a long couple of days. Luckily, they'd be starting with some warming charms, which Avalon very much appreciated. And she fondly remembered learning the bluebell flame spell in Charms. With a swish of her wand, she said the incantation firmly. "Flammae Caeruleum!" A small flame shot out of her wand and dance on top of the fallen snow, which began to liquefy almost immediately. Avalon relished the brief feeling of warmth before the cold of the snow extinguished the flame. She performed the spell again, this time on a piece of firewood, hovering over top of it to keep warm.
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For the longest while, Emmerson just stood with her mouth agape and her brows creased while Professor W went on about her irresponsibility.
There were only so many things she could keep up with and when there was homework and boys and bestfriends and dancing and stunts practice and meals, WHO honestly could remember the trip was for the whole weekend--okay, she did--but who could remember you had to pack?
Dejected, Emmerson trudged her way over to one Phoebe James, the person she would be attaching herself to for the weekend.
Why? Because even when she made a mess of things, Fifi let her stay around and never lectured her, much.
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Phoebe was glad that she arrived safely via portkey, although she immediately fell hard into Schmoe. She managed to stay upright, but whether or not he could survive a full body impact with a fourth year was another thing altogether. Good luck, duck.
"Don't sell yourself short, sir. I bet you could beat Williamson in a wrestling match, if you really wanted to," she held her stomach and briefly considered throwing up before... getting over it. All okay. Ahem, time to move on. "Thanks for the ride, sir. Watch those ankles!" She skipped off to drop her bag and make use of the FIREBUILDING skills.
"Flammae Caeruleum." The snow at her feet melted. Perfect little puddle.
So THIS was the portkey she'd taken over to this palce and when they got there, she sullenly followed the girl at her own pace. Not skipping, but she followed, shoving at the other girl who tried to put her things next to Fifi's bunk before she could.
This was hers.
Back outside, she went and positioned herself not smack against the older girl's side but close enough that most might be uncomfortable and watched the demonstration of spells being cast by the Professor then others.
After seeing the puddle Fifi made, Emm tugged at her shirt. "How'd you do that so good?"
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For the longest while, Emmerson just stood with her mouth agape and her brows creased while Professor W went on about her irresponsibility.
There were only so many things she could keep up with and when there was homework and boys and bestfriends and dancing and stunts practice and meals, WHO honestly could remember the trip was for the whole weekend--okay, she did--but who could remember you had to pack?
Dejected, Emmerson trudged her way over to one Phoebe James, the person she would be attaching herself to for the weekend.
Why? Because even when she made a mess of things, Fifi let her stay around and never lectured her, much.
So THIS was the portkey she'd taken over to this palce and when they got there, she sullenly followed the girl at her own pace. Not skipping, but she followed, shoving at the other girl who tried to put her things next to Fifi's bunk before she could.
This was hers.
Back outside, she went and positioned herself not smack against the older girl's side but close enough that most might be uncomfortable and watched the demonstration of spells being cast by the Professor then others.
After seeing the puddle Fifi made, Emm tugged at her shirt. "How'd you do that so good?"
"Just practice." Phoebe splashed around in the melted snow until it doused her boots and soaked her socks, and then she had all sorts of regrets. Maybe that was a bad plan. Did the fire dry her clothes without setting her on fire? "My socks are wet. Anyway. I"m not very good at charms when I first learn them, so I've been practicing. Learning new spells, practicing the ones I've got. Aurors can't be bad at magic."
Although she was starting to wonder if maybe she didn't want to be an Auror after all. Maybe she wanted to run away and be a professional cupcake taster. "Did you get into it with Professor Jawbone over there? He's so grumpy. I sort of done with finding grumpiness funny anymore."
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"Right, let's get started cooking dinner," Williamson directed, encouraging the students to light his logs on fire. He busied himself with passing out pots and pans, noddles and water, cheese packets, sausages for roasting, mugs for hot chocolate, and so on. There was plenty of food to go around; it just needed to be warmed through.
He settled onto a log with a sausage speared on a stick for himself, aiming it toward the blue flames. "So as we're cooking and eating... let's talk about the yeti! What evidence should we look for that a yeti has been here?"
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
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"Right, let's get started cooking dinner," Williamson directed, encouraging the students to light his logs on fire. He busied himself with passing out pots and pans, noddles and water, cheese packets, sausages for roasting, mugs for hot chocolate, and so on. There was plenty of food to go around; it just needed to be warmed through.
He settled onto a log with a sausage speared on a stick for himself, aiming it toward the blue flames. "So as we're cooking and eating... let's talk about the yeti! What evidence should we look for that a yeti has been here?"
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
"Flammae Caeruleum!" Cole casted as he waved his wand with a flourish towards the logs of firewood. Practice makes perfect. Watching the logs catch fire he smiled up as the warmth started to seep towards him. Cole wasn't freezing by any means, but the warmth sure felt nice on his cold fingers. Glancing sideways at Naya he asked "What do you want to eat? Shall we roast sausages with cheese and drink hot chocolate?" It sure looked fun to roast a sausage on a stick like Professor W did it.
Waiting for Naya's response Cole helped himself to sausages and other food items as he answered the next question. "I guess the most obvious evidence of a yeti having been here would be seeing their very big human like footprints in pairs of fours on the ground." Spearing a sausage on a stick Cole held it over the fire to roast it. Did they have ketchup?
Ashley cooked her food carefully. Although this fire was supposedly harmless, she didn't want to destroy another robe with fire. She took a sip of hot chocolate. "Um, well I don't know much about yetis. Because I don't think yetis are small. So maybe they break trees a little and leave a trail that you could see or hear?" I was just a guess, honestly. She hadn't finished reading about yetis yet. Woah. It was really cold here. She snuggled a little closer into her coat. At least the hot cocoa would warm her hands.
Avalon gladly took a pot filled with water and set it on top of the fire. This was kind of fun, wasn't it? Almost like a big slumber party with all her classmates. Although she would appreciate it if it was just a tad warmer outside. Luckily, the heat from the fire and a mug of hot chocolate were keeping her hands warm. "Some people believe that yetis are related to trolls. So maybe they leave behind a bad odor?" Avalon said, plopping some noodles into the water once it was boiling. She remembered how awful it smelled during their last COMC class, when they experience Professor Williamson's troll memory. At that recollection, Avalon sniffed the air, but she only detected sausage and hot chocolate.
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Claudine peered over at Heath to see him successfully cast the spell too. Great. That meant she wouldn’t have to worry about him freezing at any point in time. She mirrored his actions in extinguishing her own flame. “I guess it’s worth the practice,’’ Claudine replied, looking up at him. There was a confidence in her that told her that things wouldn’t be different from the initial spell she had only just cast. She selected a log of her own then pointed her wand at it. “Flammae Caeruleum!” Blue flames erupted there. See? It was quite an easy spell.
The Slytherin watched her flames for a while, taking the time to be pleased with herself. But then she heard Williamson announcing that they were making dinner and it was only then that she realised how hungry she was. Moving a little closer, Claudine noted that there were noodles. She liked noodles very much and collected some of it, enough for her and Heath, and a pan. If he wanted, that was. “Um… noodles?’’ she asked him. She bustled herself in bringing the water to a boil.
“We could always look for their fur. As white as it would be, and enough to blend in to the environment at times, a small amount together would be easier to spot.’’
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"Just practice." Phoebe splashed around in the melted snow until it doused her boots and soaked her socks, and then she had all sorts of regrets. Maybe that was a bad plan. Did the fire dry her clothes without setting her on fire? "My socks are wet. Anyway. I"m not very good at charms when I first learn them, so I've been practicing. Learning new spells, practicing the ones I've got. Aurors can't be bad at magic."
Although she was starting to wonder if maybe she didn't want to be an Auror after all. Maybe she wanted to run away and be a professional cupcake taster. "Did you get into it with Professor Jawbone over there? He's so grumpy. I sort of done with finding grumpiness funny anymore."
If there was one thing Emmerson Cambridge knew about, it was practice. Between ballet and gymnastics, it seemed to be all the little girl ever did so when Phoebe made it clear THAT was what she had to do, Emm simply nodded. She would practice.
Later.
"I never thought it was funny. I dunno what they've got to be grumpy about all the time. We're good kids, aren't we?"
The Gryffindor grabbed two sausages--one for Fifi, her camping buddy--and some packets of cheese. "I guess the easiest way to know if a yeti's been here is if there's still one staring you in the eyes trying to figure out what kind of hairless cat you are." Yetis were bulked up fur babies. Emm bet humans looked real funny to them for that reason.
She offered Fifi the extra sausage. "Are you really gonna be an auror?"
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