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**The Narrator** · 11-18-2025, 01:48 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Ary almost pouted. Almost. Because this was one of those rare times when he felt impatient, wanting to get a hang of the spell in record time. Hey, at least he had a ton of motivation when it came to Charms/CoMC, unlike Transfiguration. Instead, he acknowledged Menon’s words by saying, “Got you, Professor. Will do.” The Slytherin continued practising, gradually improving, as he went along. Then it was time to get moving.

There was so much information; a few pieces which Ary was well aware of. The rest, he tucked safely in his brain. Fortunately, he had inherited his dads' skills of memorising facts about creatures. But Hide and Seek! How fun! Though… who would ever want to use harmful spells on the Diricawls? Well maybe not intentionally, anyway.

But it was time to befriend a Diricawl! Ary stepped into the pen, his eyes immediately taking in the range of colours lurking there: blue, grey, yellow… Oh! An orange one! Dad Adi’s favourite colour! Perhaps this is why the seventh year beelined for it with hasty, and somewhat quiet, steps.

“Levioso!” Focusing on the incantation, the tap! of the wand movement in very close proximity of the Diricawl {thank Merlin it hadn’t the time to retreat from him!} and pure intent, Aryan did as instructed by Menon.

In just a bit, he’d find out if he’d been successful with the spellwork.

Mango waddled over to the small bench. Hoomans loved to sit there now and then and leave her tasty crumbs to eat. No crumbs though... but she heard footsteps.

Who was following her? Mango turned to see a hooman. Shaking her tail feather, she poofed just before the spell could hit.

So close, but the bench started to rise, though.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Thatonepottergirl

Beth perked up at Professor Menon’s comment about her technique and she walked toward the sanctuary gate with a skip in her step. She nodded along with the instructions as they came to a slow at the gated door. Hide-and-seek sounded fun, but a harmful spell? Who would do that? She would cry if someone hurt a diricawl in front of her.

Beth stepped into the pen like she was entering sacred ground. She spotted one near a clump of grass, purple-feathered, round. She adored it immediately, which she decided to keep to herself because she was supposed to be dignified today.

She lowered into a crouch, which was probably absolutely unnecessary, but felt like the appropriate greeting posture for this kind of thing. The Diricawl blinked at her. She blinked back. They had achieved mutual acknowledgment, right? Very promising.

Beth inhaled. “Levi-” she began confidently and promptly forgot the rest of the incantation because the Diricawl turned and ran away from her “-um,” she finished, wand still raised.

Beth cleared her throat and made a beeline toward it. She would go up behind it while it had its back to her and she'd try again before it even saw her this time. “Leh-vee-OH-so,” she whispered.

The Diricawl did not float.

It turned around and looked at her again.

She lowered her wand and let out a sigh. “Okay, look here, Mr. Diricawl," she whispered, "I won’t let you hit anything,” she added, almost reassuringly. “And I’m not trying to send you into orbit or anything. Just…gently up.”

Silence.

She nodded at it as if it had responded.

“Exactly.”

Blue Raspberry blinked at this young hooman talking to her. It sounded like gibberish, but was nice. The last attempt felt like a warm bath while she remained rooted... But wait she said up?

Her beak opened in a soft gurgle like noise. She liked going Up. But she also liked to ruffle her feathers. Rather than poof, she waddled over towards the pile of leaves... a speed waddle. Leaves were fun to make go up!

11-18-2025, 01:48 PM	#28 (permalink)
The Narrator Your Guide Billywig Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Hogwarts Posts: 3,524 Hogwarts RPG Name: The Narrator	follow me; everything is all right. Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Ary almost pouted. Almost. Because this was one of those rare times when he felt impatient, wanting to get a hang of the spell in record time. Hey, at least he had a ton of motivation when it came to Charms/CoMC, unlike Transfiguration. Instead, he acknowledged Menon’s words by saying, “Got you, Professor. Will do.” The Slytherin continued practising, gradually improving, as he went along. Then it was time to get moving. There was so much information; a few pieces which Ary was well aware of. The rest, he tucked safely in his brain. Fortunately, he had inherited his dads' skills of memorising facts about creatures. But Hide and Seek! How fun! Though… who would ever want to use harmful spells on the Diricawls? Well maybe not intentionally, anyway. But it was time to befriend a Diricawl! Ary stepped into the pen, his eyes immediately taking in the range of colours lurking there: blue, grey, yellow… Oh! An orange one! Dad Adi’s favourite colour! Perhaps this is why the seventh year beelined for it with hasty, and somewhat quiet, steps. “Levioso!” Focusing on the incantation, the tap! of the wand movement in very close proximity of the Diricawl {thank Merlin it hadn’t the time to retreat from him!} and pure intent, Aryan did as instructed by Menon. In just a bit, he’d find out if he’d been successful with the spellwork. Mango waddled over to the small bench. Hoomans loved to sit there now and then and leave her tasty crumbs to eat. No crumbs though... but she heard footsteps. Who was following her? Mango turned to see a hooman. Shaking her tail feather, she poofed just before the spell could hit. So close, but the bench started to rise, though. Quote: Originally Posted by Thatonepottergirl Beth perked up at Professor Menon’s comment about her technique and she walked toward the sanctuary gate with a skip in her step. She nodded along with the instructions as they came to a slow at the gated door. Hide-and-seek sounded fun, but a harmful spell? Who would do that? She would cry if someone hurt a diricawl in front of her. Beth stepped into the pen like she was entering sacred ground. She spotted one near a clump of grass, purple-feathered, round. She adored it immediately, which she decided to keep to herself because she was supposed to be dignified today. She lowered into a crouch, which was probably absolutely unnecessary, but felt like the appropriate greeting posture for this kind of thing. The Diricawl blinked at her. She blinked back. They had achieved mutual acknowledgment, right? Very promising. Beth inhaled. “Levi-” she began confidently and promptly forgot the rest of the incantation because the Diricawl turned and ran away from her “-um,” she finished, wand still raised. Beth cleared her throat and made a beeline toward it. She would go up behind it while it had its back to her and she'd try again before it even saw her this time. “Leh-vee-OH-so,” she whispered. The Diricawl did not float. It turned around and looked at her again. She lowered her wand and let out a sigh. “Okay, look here, Mr. Diricawl," she whispered, "I won’t let you hit anything,” she added, almost reassuringly. “And I’m not trying to send you into orbit or anything. Just…gently up.” Silence. She nodded at it as if it had responded. “Exactly.” Blue Raspberry blinked at this young hooman talking to her. It sounded like gibberish, but was nice. The last attempt felt like a warm bath while she remained rooted... But wait she said up? Her beak opened in a soft gurgle like noise. She liked going Up. But she also liked to ruffle her feathers. Rather than poof, she waddled over towards the pile of leaves... a speed waddle. Leaves were fun to make go up! __________________