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sweetpinkpixie · 06-13-2019, 03:42 AM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

"Ew, no. Writing lines is what the unimaginative give out for detention." Cornish sipped his bottle of juice and considered the boy. Honestly, he just needed time and sweat from him. He didn't require pain and anguish. And if possible, perhaps he could convince Rasting to invest in the subject rather than be so dismissive.

"The tadfoal you found is coming along nicely. See that one in the near tank? That's yours. The one in the back tank is mine. What we need to do is keep the water temperature steady and the pH balanced... while we move it to a bigger tank so it can hatch. How about you clean out that tank in the corner, then fill it with lake water?"

Well, at least this detention may be something worth his time then. The wasted parchment writing lines required was absurd. Almost as absurd as the stench that this hut was assaulting his senses with.

Yours? Meaning...was that tadfoal in Eiji's care officially? The Slytherin was hesitant to ask, to show interest, and merely nodded his head. "What could cause a tadfoal to wash up on shore like that?" he found himself asking instead. "....is it a result of the disturbances in the Black Lake? Ripple effect from the inferi?" Since that had been the topic he had brought up in class and it seemed uncharacteristic of a hippocampus to loose sight of her tadfoal like that.

His eyes soon drifted to the tank in question, covered in dirt and grime and looking as though it had not been in use for a century. Was the professor a hoarder? It seemed plausible.

"Sure." Not like protesting the instruction would get him anywhere anyway.

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