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Welcome to the Magical Menagerie! It truly is your one stop shop for all your creature-related needs (except for owls). As you enter the shop the sounds of creatures fills your ears though they may not be in sight right away. It seems the shop has had some work done to it recently. Right up front there is a large oak counter, a shiny new register sitting off to one side. On the wall just behind the counter are seven colored pegs each one holding a clipboard filled with paperwork. This is how the shopkeeper keeps special orders and requests.
Beyond the counter is the display area. Rows upon rows of anything you might need for your new pet or that pet you already have at home that deserves some pampering! From all big to small tanks, training crates and travel bags, all types of foods and treats from the young to the older, we even have foods for sensitive bellies! Climbing posts, chew toys, balls that jingle and ones that flash colors, squeaky mice too. There’s shampoos and medicine’s of all sorts as well. Collars and leashes of all styles and sizes, some with matching shirts, coats and booties! If a comfy bed is what you need we have those as well. Don’t see something you’re looking for? Come right up to our shopkeeper and ask we might just have it and if by some chance we don’t, well than we can order it for you!
Past the display are the Menagerie is broken up into smaller, creature-themed rooms; a zoo within a shop, if you will. Each room is decorated to make the creatures feel more at home, from a change in lighting, large murals painted on the walls and flowers and plants scattered about. The room dedicated to Reptiles and Amphibians is first, while the room for smaller animals comes next. Right after that is a room sanctioned for our Aviation friends; birds of all shapes and sizes reside here, please note that it can get a bit loud and messy in here at times. In following room is home to many large fish tanks containing fresh-water fish, salt-water fish and plants, alike! Fresh-water fish on the left and salt-water fish on the right. Felines are next in line with large cages lining the walls. We have a large range of different cat breeds as well as Kneazles. The last room is also our loudest. Our Canines! Crups are a BEST SELLER! We also have several other breeds of canines. Both the Feline and Canine rooms have four play areas set up in the center of each room which holds toys and treats if you would like to play with one of the creatures before purchasing them!
Other Supplies Fish Flakes: 13S, 14K
Fish Bowls: 1G, 8S
Aquariums: 13G, 15S, 9K
Toad O’s: 1G, 2S, 22K
Bottle O’ Bugs: 16S, 28K
Special Services Offered
Food Delivery: 2G, 8S, 5K
Pet Examinatiom: 5G, 16S, 8K
Animal License and Registration: 12G, 7S
Pet Cleaning/Grooming Services: 7G, 16S, 1K
Pet Training Classes: 19G, 14S, 18K
Over the Counter and Special Order Medicines: Prices May Vary
*Crups, Kneazles and Streelers will only be sold to those 15 or older, as they may be dangerous for younger children. These creatures must be registered.
**Fire-Crabs will only be sold to those 17 or older, as they may be dangerous for younger children. Fire-Crabs must be registered.
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A match up between a tarantula and a Fwooper was not something that Aurora was particularly keen on witnessing. If she could have it her way, no animal would have to eat another and it would all be sunshine and rainbows and living harmoniously. Unfortunately the real world did not reflect the Princess kingdom living inside her head, a concept that the eleven year old would have to deal with. She was happy believing that everyone got along and there was no evil in the world and that her sister had attended Beauxbatons not because there was a full on war at Hogwarts in years previous but rather because the uniforms were much prettier! “I love animals,” she replied simply. Why else would she be wandering the aisles of a pet shop? “I have twenty minutes before I need to meet my Ma so I thought I’d spend it in here.” Ogling Kneazles and petting Crups was much more exciting than searching for textbooks.
The Ravenclaw was not lying about the females eating the males thing. It was something she has seen on a nature documentary once and the fact has stuck in her head. Perhaps it was because she has two mums and a sister and therefore it was all about girl power in her household. “It IS true! You should look it up,” she smirked. Whether this type of tarantula did she didn’t know but there was no harm in believing it anyway. As for whether ‘Brutus’, which Aurora thought was a terrible name by the way, was a female or a male she did not know. “No idea. Maybe we should ask the shopkeeper?” Maybe females had different colour feet or something?
Aurora adored her name but not for the reason that Solomon pointed out. Anna had a special nickname for Rora too but it included Princesses and pretty natural sky patterns that came from the Arctic and not lions. Lions WERE cool though, female ones anyway the boys were SUPER lazy and made the girls do EVERYTHING! “Hi Solly! Sometimes people call me Rora which is even more like a Lion.” she giggled.
“Nope! I’m a Ravenclaw.” She supposed she could’ve been a Gryffindor if she had wanted or maybe even a Hufflepuff but the Claws was where her heart was set.
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SPOILER!!: “Aurora”
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Originally Posted by Lottiepot
A match up between a tarantula and a Fwooper was not something that Aurora was particularly keen on witnessing. If she could have it her way, no animal would have to eat another and it would all be sunshine and rainbows and living harmoniously. Unfortunately the real world did not reflect the Princess kingdom living inside her head, a concept that the eleven year old would have to deal with. She was happy believing that everyone got along and there was no evil in the world and that her sister had attended Beauxbatons not because there was a full on war at Hogwarts in years previous but rather because the uniforms were much prettier! “I love animals,” she replied simply. Why else would she be wandering the aisles of a pet shop? “I have twenty minutes before I need to meet my Ma so I thought I’d spend it in here.” Ogling Kneazles and petting Crups was much more exciting than searching for textbooks.
The Ravenclaw was not lying about the females eating the males thing. It was something she has seen on a nature documentary once and the fact has stuck in her head. Perhaps it was because she has two mums and a sister and therefore it was all about girl power in her household. “It IS true! You should look it up,” she smirked. Whether this type of tarantula did she didn’t know but there was no harm in believing it anyway. As for whether ‘Brutus’, which Aurora thought was a terrible name by the way, was a female or a male she did not know. “No idea. Maybe we should ask the shopkeeper?” Maybe females had different colour feet or something?
Aurora adored her name but not for the reason that Solomon pointed out. Anna had a special nickname for Rora too but it included Princesses and pretty natural sky patterns that came from the Arctic and not lions. Lions WERE cool though, female ones anyway the boys were SUPER lazy and made the girls do EVERYTHING! “Hi Solly! Sometimes people call me Rora which is even more like a Lion.” she giggled.
“Nope! I’m a Ravenclaw.” She supposed she could’ve been a Gryffindor if she had wanted or maybe even a Hufflepuff but the Claws was where her heart was set.
Solomon had a bit of a realist, dog-eat-dog idea of the world, but he most certainly appreciated creatures, magical and non. “They are pretty cool.” Solly agreed. “Didn’t fancy yourself one of these furry little guys like me, then?” His eyes averted back to Brutus, who had started to perk up and was tip toeing around its cage so delicately. He was fascinated, distracted and amazed for a few moments, not really listening to how long Aurora had to spend in the shop, because in his mind they were to hang out for the rest of the afternoon. “Did you see that?” Solomon grinned with his teeth, glancing back to Aurora quickly.
“I will look it up.” He informed her, although knowing that he 100% would not be looking this up any time soon. As for whether to ask the shopkeeper or not, Solomon quickly said, “No… no… the shopkeeper looks far too busy with those crups to be bothered by this.” Mostly, he didn’t want to draw attention to himself after trying to tamper with the cage and then dropping said cage. Plus, it would be embarrassing to enquire about a pet that he had no money to pay for it.
Au-ROAAARA. That would be how he greeted her the next time he would see her. At Hogwarts, no doubt. Solomon was a little bit of an explorer and was surprised he hadn’t recognised her face before from his people watching adventures. “Oh, are you? I’m in Slytherin, me-self.” He said proudly.
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SPOILER!!: Mackenzie
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Originally Posted by Stefan
Whatever the case may be, Mackenzie was open to meeting people this time around. He'd had enough brooding and judging to last him a lifetime, in fact, he'd like to think he's got that locked down for himself to be of use to him in the future. But for now, acquaintances at least are welcome. How would he know who to trust if he didn't get acquainted first in the first place, yes?
"Perhaps you haven't met the right people to comfort you... yet," he said quietly, giving her a proverbial nudge to not place all of her eggs in one basket. "I'm not going to question that, creatures are the best when it comes to giving us comfort... but to me, they are a means to help us not lose our sanity completely. A distraction, if you will. But we will still need fellow humans to help us with our inner conflicts and emotions. One only has to find the right people for that." he said looking at Vera and then back to the green snake. For a boy who's been surrounded by animals all his life, he would know this to be true. "Someone you could really, really trust." Mackenzie could sense that Vera just might be afraid of her own emotions... probably she saw her vulnerability as a weakness, and Mackenzie understood the dilemma. Not everyone was to be trusted anyway. "I really wouldn't know though if creatures wanted to live on their own. I mean, there are some who do approach humans for help... and they aren't domesticated even. So I would suppose mutual trust and respect have to be established. Leave wild animals alone, and take care of domesticated ones. It should be that simple."
Mackenzie chuckled, "That's really very clever. It can go both ways for most people." Raven the Crow, Crow the Raven? Yeah, either way, it works. As for his owl, well, he couldn't really reverse the damage done. The screech owl apparently will only respond to Sir Mordred... not Mord, or Mordy, Sir Mords... and whatever name he could come up with. His owl owned the name like it was no one's business. "That is an understatement. Our house just might pass off as a zoo at this point," he said, smiling. "My dad's a dragonologist, so he's technically into the creatures business. Good thing my mum's brilliant with her charms spellwork. She keeps the house looking like... well, a house. For humans." Were bearded dragons loyal? "Morpheus is more... territorial, I would say. He'd fight another bearded dragon around if he could," he said, carefully pulling out a sleeping reptile from his hoodie's pocket. "He just ate, so he's been out for a while now," he scratched under the chin of the bearded dragon to try and rouse it from its sweet after-snacks-slumber.
His words were... interesting to think about and it gave her pause for a moment as she considered the people in her life. She trusted them all implicitly, so the idea that they weren't the right people to offer comfort seemed... wrong. Especially considering she'd never given them the chance to. Even with her own twin she'd tried to open up very little, because he had a way of wearing his emotions more easily and adding any of her own negative ones just seemed a burden. Which was why she always tried to be so obnoxiously positive and annoying to provide distractions from sadness. Which... maybe also made her not the best person to comfort for her people.
It was all a lot to think about and she'd grown rather quiet, before remembering she was in company and this was not the time or place. So instead... she'd just focus on the creatures part of their discussion again. That was less confusing and easier to talk on. "I think for the mean time I'll focus on boring poor Sass with my issues. And hope that if they're capable of growing sick of their humans," Which why would they not be? "She isn't yet. And hopefully won't be soon." Her own emotions and her relationship to them was... confusing she supposed. It wasn't that she saw an issue with people being vulnerable, but there were so many things lurking beneath the surface she had just kept pushing down that she worried if she addressed them now they'd bury her. It was... easier to go on as she was, without even actually mentioning anything she felt to her snake despite what she said. "Have you found your person? To talk to about things, I mean?" As for the debate of wild vs domestic... he DID have a point there, some animals did seek assistance. So perhaps the simplification was the correct way of thinking about it. "Fair enough!"
Truly, truly the smartest thing she'd ever done. Which when the list of these accomplishments was small, she was happy to bask in the praise of one. "Thanks! He's a good bird too. We don't make him travel as far as owls, though he'd probably be fine too, but he'll carry some notes too for us from our house to my Papa here in Diagon Alley." It was often the easiest way of reaching Renner if he didn't happen to have his two way mirror on him. "Having a zoo for a house though sounds like the best!" Maybe only next to a chocolatier who kept them very well stocked on sweets. "What does your dad do for work as a dragonologist? I think that sounds like a really interesting job. And the danger sounds exciting too." Which might have been insensitive to say since it was his father and perhaps the danger part was more scary than thrilling. Mackenzie's response about the temperament of bearded dragons was pretty much lost on her as he pulled his pet from his pocket. Hazel eyes went WIDE as she leaned closer and looked at the little fella. "He is so CUTE." She gushed, her voice dropping a bit out of respect for the sleepy reptile. "Does he go everywhere with you?"
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SPOILER!!: Vera
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Originally Posted by Chelliephone
His words were... interesting to think about and it gave her pause for a moment as she considered the people in her life. She trusted them all implicitly, so the idea that they weren't the right people to offer comfort seemed... wrong. Especially considering she'd never given them the chance to. Even with her own twin she'd tried to open up very little, because he had a way of wearing his emotions more easily and adding any of her own negative ones just seemed a burden. Which was why she always tried to be so obnoxiously positive and annoying to provide distractions from sadness. Which... maybe also made her not the best person to comfort for her people.
It was all a lot to think about and she'd grown rather quiet, before remembering she was in company and this was not the time or place. So instead... she'd just focus on the creatures part of their discussion again. That was less confusing and easier to talk on. "I think for the mean time I'll focus on boring poor Sass with my issues. And hope that if they're capable of growing sick of their humans," Which why would they not be? "She isn't yet. And hopefully won't be soon." Her own emotions and her relationship to them was... confusing she supposed. It wasn't that she saw an issue with people being vulnerable, but there were so many things lurking beneath the surface she had just kept pushing down that she worried if she addressed them now they'd bury her. It was... easier to go on as she was, without even actually mentioning anything she felt to her snake despite what she said. "Have you found your person? To talk to about things, I mean?" As for the debate of wild vs domestic... he DID have a point there, some animals did seek assistance. So perhaps the simplification was the correct way of thinking about it. "Fair enough!"
Truly, truly the smartest thing she'd ever done. Which when the list of these accomplishments was small, she was happy to bask in the praise of one. "Thanks! He's a good bird too. We don't make him travel as far as owls, though he'd probably be fine too, but he'll carry some notes too for us from our house to my Papa here in Diagon Alley." It was often the easiest way of reaching Renner if he didn't happen to have his two way mirror on him. "Having a zoo for a house though sounds like the best!" Maybe only next to a chocolatier who kept them very well stocked on sweets. "What does your dad do for work as a dragonologist? I think that sounds like a really interesting job. And the danger sounds exciting too." Which might have been insensitive to say since it was his father and perhaps the danger part was more scary than thrilling. Mackenzie's response about the temperament of bearded dragons was pretty much lost on her as he pulled his pet from his pocket. Hazel eyes went WIDE as she leaned closer and looked at the little fella. "He is so CUTE." She gushed, her voice dropping a bit out of respect for the sleepy reptile. "Does he go everywhere with you?"
The silence that came from the bubbly and lively Vera that he met just moments ago made Mackenzie wonder. He stared at her, wondering what could possibly be going on in her mind. A monologue, perhaps? Or... did he just strike a sensitive chord in her? Nevertheless, Mackenzie was certain that it made Vera think. What exactly, he couldn't be sure.
Opting not to press any further, he took the subject change gladly and shifted his mind to the other subject at hand. "I hear you," Mackenzie said with a hint of a smile. "But I do hope you find your people soon," the Slytherin had a theory from spending so much time people-watching, which was that the happier a person seemed to be, the more lonely they actually feel. With Vera being a happy person plus the fact that she has a comfort pet, well, it did tell Mackenzie a lot. But then again, he was not one to pry. "Hmm, outside of the family? No, I'm afraid not." Mackenzie admitted pursing his lips. "I don't trust people easily, but I have no trouble talking to my dad about things... and my older sister." Catherine was his go-to if their dad was not available to talk. And she's been MIA because of university, and the letters had been scarce. Perhaps, it was the reason too why he'd decided to expand his circle of friends just a tad. Maybe he'd find someone trustworthy. Eventually.
Ravens or crows were indeed quite unusual birds to use for letters and such, but then again, magically trained pets can do anything. "That's pretty unusual, but it makes letter-sending cool," he said. "I remember Dad told us a story about Mum sending him a letter and package by means of a badger." Mackenzie shook his head smiling at the absurdity of it, plus the fact that they'd both argue the validity of the story on who actually sent what. They are complete opposites, personality-wise (which often drives his Dad mad), but at the same time, they are crazy in love with each other. Speaking of his dad, "As a dragonologist, he's helped rehabilitate juvenile dragons take flight after rescuing from poachers, re-homing dragons when needed especially those that are dangerously too close to muggle settlements. He's also assisted in helping particular species of dragons whenever they do their migration from the north to the south pole too. It's pretty cool." Mackenzie said proudly, wondering if he should follow in his dad's footsteps. "He's currently in the Ministry now as the head of the Beast Division. He's sort of stretched his expertise to other magical creatures who needed rescuing or rehabilitation." Mackenzie's pretty sure there was a lot more going on in his dad's line of work, but because some of his duties were bound by secrecy, he really couldn't paint a full picture for Vera at this time.
"Morpheus? Yes, he gets bored in his tank and would rather be outside of it with me. He's an outdoor kind of dragon." Mackenzie said, offering his other pet to her. "Would you like to carry him?"
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Solomon had a bit of a realist, dog-eat-dog idea of the world, but he most certainly appreciated creatures, magical and non. “They are pretty cool.” Solly agreed. “Didn’t fancy yourself one of these furry little guys like me, then?” His eyes averted back to Brutus, who had started to perk up and was tip toeing around its cage so delicately. He was fascinated, distracted and amazed for a few moments, not really listening to how long Aurora had to spend in the shop, because in his mind they were to hang out for the rest of the afternoon. “Did you see that?” Solomon grinned with his teeth, glancing back to Aurora quickly.
“I will look it up.” He informed her, although knowing that he 100% would not be looking this up any time soon. As for whether to ask the shopkeeper or not, Solomon quickly said, “No… no… the shopkeeper looks far too busy with those crups to be bothered by this.” Mostly, he didn’t want to draw attention to himself after trying to tamper with the cage and then dropping said cage. Plus, it would be embarrassing to enquire about a pet that he had no money to pay for it.
Au-ROAAARA. That would be how he greeted her the next time he would see her. At Hogwarts, no doubt. Solomon was a little bit of an explorer and was surprised he hadn’t recognised her face before from his people watching adventures. “Oh, are you? I’m in Slytherin, me-self.” He said proudly.
Aurora would happily live in a fairytale world rather than the real world if she could. She was lucky that her Ma was a realist otherwise the girl would have her head up in the clouds all the time. With all the events that had occurred at Hogwarts in the years previous, perhaps it was a good thing that Rora was fairly sheltered from the evils of the world. “A tarantula?! No! They’re not cuddly enough. I’d want a Pygmy Puff or a Kneazle.” Something sweet and soft and with much fewer legs. “I don’t think my sister would like one much.” Or her Mom for that matter. The family would stick to their short legged muggle cat instead. Aurora wasn’t certain whether Solomon was taking any notice of what she was saying but she was happy to talk at him anyway. That was one of her talents, the ability to talk non-stop.
“See what?” she asked, following his gaze towards the spider. She hasn’t seen anything.
A teeny tiny smirk befell her lips as Solly denied the idea of asking the shopkeeper, knowing that it was probably because he was scared of getting into trouble. Aurora would never do anything naughty, not whilst there was the chance of getting in trouble anyway. “Would your parents let you take Brutus home?” It would take an awful lot of persuasion for Aurora to convince her parents to let her take home any of these creatures let alone a tarantula.
The petite blonde didn’t want to stereotype but she could’ve guessed that Solomon was a Slytherin. If he was a Gryffindor, he probably would’ve been brazen enough to try to free the tarantula without a care in the world. Slytherins were much more sneaky about it and cared about getting into trouble. “I asked the Sorting Hat to put me in Ravenclaw. My whole family are Claws!” Immediate family anyway, her cousins were all sorted into different houses and her Uncle had been a Slytherin.
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Vera Brinley Thanatos
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SPOILER!!: Mackenzie!
Quote:
Originally Posted by Stefan
The silence that came from the bubbly and lively Vera that he met just moments ago made Mackenzie wonder. He stared at her, wondering what could possibly be going on in her mind. A monologue, perhaps? Or... did he just strike a sensitive chord in her? Nevertheless, Mackenzie was certain that it made Vera think. What exactly, he couldn't be sure.
Opting not to press any further, he took the subject change gladly and shifted his mind to the other subject at hand. "I hear you," Mackenzie said with a hint of a smile. "But I do hope you find your people soon," the Slytherin had a theory from spending so much time people-watching, which was that the happier a person seemed to be, the more lonely they actually feel. With Vera being a happy person plus the fact that she has a comfort pet, well, it did tell Mackenzie a lot. But then again, he was not one to pry. "Hmm, outside of the family? No, I'm afraid not." Mackenzie admitted pursing his lips. "I don't trust people easily, but I have no trouble talking to my dad about things... and my older sister." Catherine was his go-to if their dad was not available to talk. And she's been MIA because of university, and the letters had been scarce. Perhaps, it was the reason too why he'd decided to expand his circle of friends just a tad. Maybe he'd find someone trustworthy. Eventually.
Ravens or crows were indeed quite unusual birds to use for letters and such, but then again, magically trained pets can do anything. "That's pretty unusual, but it makes letter-sending cool," he said. "I remember Dad told us a story about Mum sending him a letter and package by means of a badger." Mackenzie shook his head smiling at the absurdity of it, plus the fact that they'd both argue the validity of the story on who actually sent what. They are complete opposites, personality-wise (which often drives his Dad mad), but at the same time, they are crazy in love with each other. Speaking of his dad, "As a dragonologist, he's helped rehabilitate juvenile dragons take flight after rescuing from poachers, re-homing dragons when needed especially those that are dangerously too close to muggle settlements. He's also assisted in helping particular species of dragons whenever they do their migration from the north to the south pole too. It's pretty cool." Mackenzie said proudly, wondering if he should follow in his dad's footsteps. "He's currently in the Ministry now as the head of the Beast Division. He's sort of stretched his expertise to other magical creatures who needed rescuing or rehabilitation." Mackenzie's pretty sure there was a lot more going on in his dad's line of work, but because some of his duties were bound by secrecy, he really couldn't paint a full picture for Vera at this time.
"Morpheus? Yes, he gets bored in his tank and would rather be outside of it with me. He's an outdoor kind of dragon." Mackenzie said, offering his other pet to her. "Would you like to carry him?"
She appreciated the not prying further, and she just gave him a small smile as he said he hoped she'd find her people - deciding that as much as she loathed to do so perhaps it was time to give name to all of the things she pushed down and decide if there were things that she was doing a disservice to the people she truly cared about now that she'd continuously chosen to not let in. A lot to think about... later. Her attention again turned to him and she gave a nod at his words. Family did seem the best place to start, didn't it? "Do you have a lot of other siblings? Outside of your sister, I mean?" It was just the 3 of them for the Thanatos family. But 3 seemed a perfect number if one was to ask her.
"It's probably not that exciting because it's such a short distance but... I think it's probably good for Raven regardless. Gives him a reason to stretch his wings, even if he's just carrying a grocery list for dinner." Which she had absolutely sent a few times this summer. She'd been enjoying trying to experiment in the kitchen more, outside of their chocolate concoctions, and taking on making dinner some nights had been the perfect way to do so. "A BADGER?" Her eyes grew wide, as well as her smile as she giggled in amusement. She certainly hadn't known that would be a possibility. "What a way to receive something! I wonder if that's how muggles feel receiving an owl?" Unusual, but sounded like a fun experience if one was to ask her. Sooo Mackenzie's dad sounded like he had the coolest job that existed. Though... before this conversation Vera didn't KNOW that was a possibility and resolved to talk to Hady immediately about potentially a lesson going over the different careers one could have in CoMC. Maybe even ALL the Professors could be convinced. "That sounds like the least boring job someone could find. Being around dragons all the time must be SO cool." The ministry part sounded less so, merely because she assumed that type of position came with a lot of paperwork but... if you still got to be around creatures, perhaps worth it.
She truly was fascinated by the bearded dragon in his hands, "I can't blame him there. Being cooped up is rather dull." And who didn't prefer company? Mackenzie also seemed a nice guy and she was enjoying the presence of someone else too. At the offer to hold Morpheus her eyes went WIDE as she looked up at owner. "Can I!?" Her answer was absolutely she wanted to, it was just surprising to her he had offered.
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SPOILER!!: “Aurora”
Quote:
Originally Posted by Lottiepot
Aurora would happily live in a fairytale world rather than the real world if she could. She was lucky that her Ma was a realist otherwise the girl would have her head up in the clouds all the time. With all the events that had occurred at Hogwarts in the years previous, perhaps it was a good thing that Rora was fairly sheltered from the evils of the world. “A tarantula?! No! They’re not cuddly enough. I’d want a Pygmy Puff or a Kneazle.” Something sweet and soft and with much fewer legs. “I don’t think my sister would like one much.” Or her Mom for that matter. The family would stick to their short legged muggle cat instead. Aurora wasn’t certain whether Solomon was taking any notice of what she was saying but she was happy to talk at him anyway. That was one of her talents, the ability to talk non-stop.
“See what?” she asked, following his gaze towards the spider. She hasn’t seen anything.
A teeny tiny smirk befell her lips as Solly denied the idea of asking the shopkeeper, knowing that it was probably because he was scared of getting into trouble. Aurora would never do anything naughty, not whilst there was the chance of getting in trouble anyway. “Would your parents let you take Brutus home?” It would take an awful lot of persuasion for Aurora to convince her parents to ]let her take home any of these creatures let alone a tarantula.
The petite blonde didn’t want to stereotype but she could’ve guessed that Solomon was a Slytherin. If he was a Gryffindor, he probably would’ve been brazen enough to try to free the tarantula without a care in the world. Slytherins were much more sneaky about it and cared about getting into trouble. “I asked the Sorting Hat to put me in Ravenclaw. My whole family are Claws!” Immediate family anyway, her cousins were all sorted into different houses and her Uncle had been a Slytherin.
Solomon snorted. Call him immature, but Solomon thought that was such a typical girl answer. “You know, some Kneazles can be real aggressive. The old man down our road had tons and they used to hiss whenever you tried to pet them.” One time, one of them attempted to SCRATCH Solomon, but that was when he was a bit of an overbearing kid. Solomon agreed, “I don’t have a sister,” or much family at all, really, “but my dad doesn’t like pets.” It was a miracle that he agreed to let him have a toad for school, in all honesty.
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Solly grabbed hold of Aurora’s hand to move her closer to the tarantula who was now standing on its hind legs and using its front legs to tap the glass. “Look, he’s moving!” His mind trailed off, thinking about acromantulas and how some of them could even TALK to humans. As cool as that was, Solomon didn’t think he’d hold his nerve if confronted with one. Perhaps that would make a fun care of magical creatures lesson one day… or would it be a defence against the dark arts lesson??? INTERESTING.
“Not a chance,” in answer to her question about his parents letting him take Brutus on. As he mentioned earlier, his dad wasn’t a fan of creatures. “I’d have to sneak him home.” Solly grinned a little, because he absolutely WOULD try that. “’Sides, I only have enough money to buy dumb books today.” He absolutely had to get the books, too, because he had spent his allocated money for a quill on an ice cream instead already today. Oops.
“You ASKED it?” That was a thing? Not that Solomon minded being in Slytherin. He wasn’t all that clued up on each of the house traits other than his own, and the staple ones that make them famous. “You must be, like, super smart then?” He asked. If he had asked the Sorting Hat to be placed into Ravenclaw, would it have said no because he’s stupid??????
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Of course Aurora knew that magical pets came with their dangers but did that make her want a Kneazle any less? Absolutely not! Whether her parents would let her have one was another matter for the family already had a cat who she was fairly certain would not enjoy sharing her space or a warm lap. “Well maaaaybe they don’t want to be petted. Do you like having your head patted all the time?” Hmm? HMMM?! Not that she would blame Solly for wanting to pet them, Rora would probably do the same. The fact that there was someone in existence who didn’t like pets blew her mind. Aurora didn’t trust people who didn’t like animals. She wrinkled her nose in response. “That’s rubbish! We have a family Munckin cat and I have an Owl called Flora. She’s a Little Owl so she’s reeeeally small. I’m not allowed any more pets says Ma,” she sighed. “Do you think we could sneak you in a pet? What about a stick insect? Your Dad won’t be able to spot it!” And they were cool and not venomous like tarantulas were. They weren’t exactly cuddly but seeing as Solomon was a boy that clearly wasn’t a priority for him.
The blonde was far more interested in the Crup playing in the corner than she was in watching what the spider was doing to notice what Solomon was talking about. She glanced back down when he grabbed her hand, observing the little hairy legs doing their thing and shuddered just the tiniest bit. “She’s waving at you.” she commented determined that Brutus was a man-eating girl.
Aurora was unfortunately in exactly the same situation in which she had only been given enough money to buy what she needed and not what she wanted or that bright pink Pygmy Puff would be coming home with her right that instance. “Me too,” she sighed.
Okay, she didn’t literally ask the hat to put her in Ravenclaw but she thought about it over and over again until she supposed the Sorting Hat couldn’t deny her request anymore. “Kinda. I really wanted to be a Claw! And I like to learn things and my Mum’s say I’m really inquisitive.” Read: Nosey. “But I don’t think I’m super clever. I don’t like reading books much either.” No stereotypes here.
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Sohrin always wanted to own a cat. He thought they were amusing, cute, and low-maintenance. Something he reminded his parents of on a daily basis, but they never agreed to get him one.
Until now, that is! While his father was at work, his mother took him to Diagon Alley after they decided to give him a cat as a present for starting at Hogwarts.
Sohrin tripped over the threshold as he entered the shop; his mother, who was accustomed to his clumsiness, simply checked to see if he was okay before following him inside. "I'll be right here waiting for you; you take your time deciding which cat you want." she said.
Sohrin nodded and began walking through the store. Despite his desire for a cat, something else caught his eye after a while of looking around. A few rats were playing in their enclosures. The eleven-year-old looked through the glass, tapping his finger against it before realizing he wasn't supposed to.
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Miss Maebry was on a Mission! She hadn't gone missing exactly, but she had snuck away from the siblings who had come out with her today. She wasn't going to have them all with her all of the time when she was at Hogwarts so she needed to get used to being on her own and not feeling lonely about it. And she had a mission! A very, very, very super top secret mission that no one in the Grimaldi family could know about.
Maebry was getting a pet.
She had her disguise on again. Her blonde Taylor Swift wig (debut era, of course) and big daisy flower sunglasses. And as always with a disguise, she was wearing shoes. There was no way she could get recognised when she was on her own. Esme had always warned about them going out on their own away from the group because it was so, so risky. They didn't know who was around, they didn't know what would happen to them or even if they would come back. The wise words of Esmerelda Grimaldi: "someone will kidnap you if you are alone, Maebry Aralyn."
No one would kidnap her if she was buying a pet! And in disguise!
She tried her best to not come across as the most most most excited, but as someone who had never had a pet that wasn't a ladybird she found on a flower, it was very difficult. Maebs thought about how Win would act, how Rhaps and Cel and Bron and Alli and Pri would pretend they weren't bothered. She tried to copy that. A little bit of Cel's confidence - she knew why she was here and what she was doing! A little bit of Win's wariness - you had to make sure you knew what everyone around you was doing. A little bit of Bron's-- okay, none of Bron's brain, because she would probably get distracted and kidnapped!!! The problem was... Maebry was Maebry and it was very hard for her to be one of her older siblings when her heart was already thudding with how much love she had for the pet she hadn't even met yet. Her eyes were already twinkling with the happiest of tears because she was in the same building as her newest best friend. And her ten year old hands were balled into excited fists as she whizzed around the shop trying to find the best best best best best choice.
"A rabbit! I want-- oh wow wow wowowowowooooowww" Were castle rabbits a thing? Huh. Maybe she should have read her own Hogwarts information instead of letting Gen or Win handle it...
Miss Maebry was on a Mission! She hadn't gone missing exactly, but she had snuck away from the siblings who had come out with her today. She wasn't going to have them all with her all of the time when she was at Hogwarts so she needed to get used to being on her own and not feeling lonely about it. And she had a mission! A very, very, very super top secret mission that no one in the Grimaldi family could know about.
Maebry was getting a pet.
She had her disguise on again. Her blonde Taylor Swift wig (debut era, of course) and big daisy flower sunglasses. And as always with a disguise, she was wearing shoes. There was no way she could get recognised when she was on her own. Esme had always warned about them going out on their own away from the group because it was so, so risky. They didn't know who was around, they didn't know what would happen to them or even if they would come back. The wise words of Esmerelda Grimaldi: "someone will kidnap you if you are alone, Maebry Aralyn."
No one would kidnap her if she was buying a pet! And in disguise!
She tried her best to not come across as the most most most excited, but as someone who had never had a pet that wasn't a ladybird she found on a flower, it was very difficult. Maebs thought about how Win would act, how Rhaps and Cel and Bron and Alli and Pri would pretend they weren't bothered. She tried to copy that. A little bit of Cel's confidence - she knew why she was here and what she was doing! A little bit of Win's wariness - you had to make sure you knew what everyone around you was doing. A little bit of Bron's-- okay, none of Bron's brain, because she would probably get distracted and kidnapped!!! The problem was... Maebry was Maebry and it was very hard for her to be one of her older siblings when her heart was already thudding with how much love she had for the pet she hadn't even met yet. Her eyes were already twinkling with the happiest of tears because she was in the same building as her newest best friend. And her ten year old hands were balled into excited fists as she whizzed around the shop trying to find the best best best best best choice.
"A rabbit! I want-- oh wow wow wowowowowooooowww" Were castle rabbits a thing? Huh. Maybe she should have read her own Hogwarts information instead of letting Gen or Win handle it...
Poor Miss Phoebe Calypso was absolutely and totally dejected. She’d spent a week totally obsessed with a little kitten- white with black splotches and a pink nose that crawled right up to her hand for pets. But when she came into the store today… it was gone. It was stupid to care about… she wasn’t even allowed a cat yet… but still. Her heart was all sorts of sad and upset that someone else had bought HER kitten.
Looking at the cat section and pining made her much too sad, so she wandered over to the bunny section. Teary-eyes, she edged around the plant-sunglasses-girl to look at some cute rabbits (it was difficult- she was small but her backpack was big).
She saw a white bunny rabbit with black splotches and started to cry.
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Poor Miss Phoebe Calypso was absolutely and totally dejected. She’d spent a week totally obsessed with a little kitten- white with black splotches and a pink nose that crawled right up to her hand for pets. But when she came into the store today… it was gone. It was stupid to care about… she wasn’t even allowed a cat yet… but still. Her heart was all sorts of sad and upset that someone else had bought HER kitten.
Looking at the cat section and pining made her much too sad, so she wandered over to the bunny section. Teary-eyes, she edged around the plant-sunglasses-girl to look at some cute rabbits (it was difficult- she was small but her backpack was big).
She saw a white bunny rabbit with black splotches and started to cry.
Maebry stepped aside as someone came close, not wanting to hog all of the bunny rabbit looking space. It was good to share. Know what else was good? The size of that backpack! WOW! Maebry bet that Pri could fit all of his books for the day in that bag and that CC could fit as many outfit changes in as she wanted to. "I like your ba--"Oh no.
Maebs was ready to cry happy tears, but this girl was crying very obvious sad tears. Maebry felt all of her happy start to run from her body and try to reach the other girl, but it just didn't seem strong enough when she seemed SO SAD. So Maebry wrapped her arms around her as tightly as possible and whispered that this was a happy hug all for her.
Maebry stepped aside as someone came close, not wanting to hog all of the bunny rabbit looking space. It was good to share. Know what else was good? The size of that backpack! WOW! Maebry bet that Pri could fit all of his books for the day in that bag and that CC could fit as many outfit changes in as she wanted to. "I like your ba--"Oh no.
Maebs was ready to cry happy tears, but this girl was crying very obvious sad tears. Maebry felt all of her happy start to run from her body and try to reach the other girl, but it just didn't seem strong enough when she seemed SO SAD. So Maebry wrapped her arms around her as tightly as possible and whispered that this was a happy hug all for her.
"Oh-" Phoebe scarcely had time to start crying about her lost-forever kitten before she was squished into a very big and very squishy big hug. Her very big very sad very teary green eyes were squished into another girl's shoulder sleeve (which was obviously perfect for soaking all the tears up), and all her ouchy broken pieces were squished back together with force. It was a proper big hug, so of course her arms and backpack stuck out awkwardly and all the air came out of her lungs. It was pretty much the best hug ever and the girl hugging her was definitely her future best friend ever.
She took some very big deep-and-gasping-sad-crying-breaths (breathing wasn't always easy and especially not when she was upset), so surprised that she ALMOST stopped crying (not entirely- determined little tears still leaked from her eyes and down her cheeks and onto the other girl and everywhere). "Is it really ALL for me? Do you really like my backpack?" Her questions were quiet, shy, sniffly, and a little fragile. She was the saddest she had ever been in her whole life (if you only counted recently, because she had definitely been crushingly sad before, like when she left the Evans family or when the war happened and her parents weren't there anymore or when she broke her arm on the playground or when Flo and Colby went to school without her). But even the saddest-ever-in-the-last-month Phoebe was a little bit pleased that there was a happy hug ALL for her and that somebody liked her backpack. It was purple(...ish), well-loved, faded, disproportionately big for her body, and it carried everything she needed, and she decorated it with pins. It was pretty cool.
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The timid upcoming first year pushed his way delicately through the students already gathered in the Magical Menagerie, trying his bestest to not bump into anyone and also not infringe on anyone looking at potential pets. He really really WANTED a pet, but the problem was he and Gilly hadn't 100% convinced their mum that it was an absolutely NECESSITY. Which he was still blaming on the fact he had yet to pick out the perfect one. Did he want an owl? A toad? A Jarvey? There were just SO many possibilities and it was really HARD to show he was responsible and knew exactly how to take care of his new friend if he couldn't take a page from his sister's book and provide a full report on exactly how to care for the creature.
So that was Mandrake Beery's goal for the day. To scout and search for the perfect companion so that he could go home and make another appeal. His days were dwindling as summer passed him by, so the sooner he could figure it the better.
He was just working on passing by the rabbits, trying to get over towards the rats which he could see in his eye line - a spot fairly uninhabited except by a single boy (Sohrin) at the moment, except this was where his best efforts to not nudge anyone all went awry. There were two girls (Maebry and Phoebe) standing in front of the bunnies and it appeared they were hugging, so he tried to careeeefully ease around them. But of course it was just his luck, he accidentally nudged into the purple backpack of the one and he FROZE as he did so, hoping beyond hope he hadn't disturbed their moment.
He went to whisper a quick apology, just in case he did bother them but also not loud enough TO bother them if he hadn't already, but it was then he realized both of the girls seemed to be in tears??? "I'm so- ... Are you guys okay??" His first thought was maybe there was a poor sick bunny in the display so he popped his head around them quickly to see if that was the case. Except... everyone looked alright???
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The more Sohrin gazed at the rats, the more he liked them, and his plans to get a cat faded into thin air. He hoped his parents were cool with him changing his mind and didn't think it was strange to have a pet rat. He knew his mother had an owl when she was at Hogwarts, and his father (a muggle) always had a dog when he was younger, but he knew he wasn't allowed to have a dog or cruppy at school.
The boy was about to walk to his mother to tell her the news when he heard a cry from nearby. Curious, Sohrin followed the noise he had heard and discovered a girl (Maebry) hugging someone (Phoebe) "Why is she crying?"he whispered to the guy who also stood nearby. "A bunny didn't die, right?" he asked in a worried tone and tried to look inside the bunny area.
Desdemona already had a pet. Their pink-toed tarantula Chrollo was two years old, wise and very quiet. They had a good bond and Des' only complaint was that they wanted another. a friend to keep Chrollo busy when they couldn't. Their mother, who was dealing with something very delicate at work and was unable to be here, had given Desdemona enough money for all their school things and just enough for another tarantula. it was an early birthday gift, something to 'commemorate the beginnings of their magical journey' but Des knew it was more or less an apology for not being here.
They were cross. They were very cross, not at the moment but at Aslan Rose and while this visit to the Menagerie and Milo's undivided attention were a salve, it wouldn't be enough. not until they were home and Aslan Rose was holding them tight and brushing their long, wild hair and listening to all Des' adventures in that quietly loud way she had. Pursing their rosy lips, Des tugged on Milo's hand in a attempt to lead their older sibling to the back of the shop, past the crying girls and gawking boys. Something in the way the two girls clung to each other irked something in Des, maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was the fact that they seemed to be the object of everyone's attention. Maybe they just thought it was stupid to cry so openly in such a public place. Des didn't know the exact reason, and right now? it wasn't important. Later, when they were alone in their room, looking over all their new things and wrestling with their excitement and their equal displeasure in leaving home- then they would consider it. in their privacy. In their solace. Where the only person who could hold themselves accountable for their feelings was themself.
"Do you think Chrollo will be happy to have a friend?" they suddenly weren't so sure as they eyed the pink-toed tarantulas in their habitats, the anxiety of disrupting their beloved pet's happiness crashed into them like a sudden wave and they looked from the arachnids to their older sibling's angelic face. He would know if this was alright. Milo always knew.
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"Oh-" Phoebe scarcely had time to start crying about her lost-forever kitten before she was squished into a very big and very squishy big hug. Her very big very sad very teary green eyes were squished into another girl's shoulder sleeve (which was obviously perfect for soaking all the tears up), and all her ouchy broken pieces were squished back together with force. It was a proper big hug, so of course her arms and backpack stuck out awkwardly and all the air came out of her lungs. It was pretty much the best hug ever and the girl hugging her was definitely her future best friend ever.
She took some very big deep-and-gasping-sad-crying-breaths (breathing wasn't always easy and especially not when she was upset), so surprised that she ALMOST stopped crying (not entirely- determined little tears still leaked from her eyes and down her cheeks and onto the other girl and everywhere). "Is it really ALL for me? Do you really like my backpack?" Her questions were quiet, shy, sniffly, and a little fragile. She was the saddest she had ever been in her whole life (if you only counted recently, because she had definitely been crushingly sad before, like when she left the Evans family or when the war happened and her parents weren't there anymore or when she broke her arm on the playground or when Flo and Colby went to school without her). But even the saddest-ever-in-the-last-month Phoebe was a little bit pleased that there was a happy hug ALL for her and that somebody liked her backpack. It was purple(...ish), well-loved, faded, disproportionately big for her body, and it carried everything she needed, and she decorated it with pins. It was pretty cool.
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The timid upcoming first year pushed his way delicately through the students already gathered in the Magical Menagerie, trying his bestest to not bump into anyone and also not infringe on anyone looking at potential pets. He really really WANTED a pet, but the problem was he and Gilly hadn't 100% convinced their mum that it was an absolutely NECESSITY. Which he was still blaming on the fact he had yet to pick out the perfect one. Did he want an owl? A toad? A Jarvey? There were just SO many possibilities and it was really HARD to show he was responsible and knew exactly how to take care of his new friend if he couldn't take a page from his sister's book and provide a full report on exactly how to care for the creature.
So that was Mandrake Beery's goal for the day. To scout and search for the perfect companion so that he could go home and make another appeal. His days were dwindling as summer passed him by, so the sooner he could figure it the better.
He was just working on passing by the rabbits, trying to get over towards the rats which he could see in his eye line - a spot fairly uninhabited except by a single boy (Sohrin) at the moment, except this was where his best efforts to not nudge anyone all went awry. There were two girls (Maebry and Phoebe) standing in front of the bunnies and it appeared they were hugging, so he tried to careeeefully ease around them. But of course it was just his luck, he accidentally nudged into the purple backpack of the one and he FROZE as he did so, hoping beyond hope he hadn't disturbed their moment.
He went to whisper a quick apology, just in case he did bother them but also not loud enough TO bother them if he hadn't already, but it was then he realized both of the girls seemed to be in tears??? "I'm so- ... Are you guys okay??" His first thought was maybe there was a poor sick bunny in the display so he popped his head around them quickly to see if that was the case. Except... everyone looked alright???
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The more Sohrin gazed at the rats, the more he liked them, and his plans to get a cat faded into thin air. He hoped his parents were cool with him changing his mind and didn't think it was strange to have a pet rat. He knew his mother had an owl when she was at Hogwarts, and his father (a muggle) always had a dog when he was younger, but he knew he wasn't allowed to have a dog or cruppy at school.
The boy was about to walk to his mother to tell her the news when he heard a cry from nearby. Curious, Sohrin followed the noise he had heard and discovered a girl (Maebry) hugging someone (Phoebe) "Why is she crying?"he whispered to the guy who also stood nearby. "A bunny didn't die, right?" he asked in a worried tone and tried to look inside the bunny area.
Maebry's thoughts drifted to one of her sisters when they were upset and felt her heart getting sad all over again. She'd given this girl as much of her happy as she possibly could, but she wasn't really sure if it was going to be enough. The other girl looked a little like one of those girls that was always sad -- which was horrible!! Maebry couldn't begin to imagine always being sad. Because she was always not-sad. She could list a million reasons in her life to not be sad and the first eight were her siblings. "I'm giving you alllllll the happy I have." This little (not the littlest) Grimaldi was good at giving away all of her happy and refilling her happy store almost immediately. Gen said it was because she was the goodest of hearts. Maebry, personally, thought it was because she was magic.
She tried to step out of the way of the boy trying to get past them, but kept an arm around her hugging partner. "We're okay! I think? Yes. Yes, we're okay!" She was deciding for them both. A person couldn't receive all of her happy and NOT be okay!! Besides, she gave her new hug friend a final squeeze and let her go so that she could fix her sunglasses as they had moved just a little. "Do you like her backpack? Doesn't it look like it would fit the biggest amount of books in?" Would it be invasive to ask where it was from and if they did other colours? Bry wanted most of all to surprise Pri with one for their train journey to school.
"NO!" Oh. Hehehehe. "No. No bunnies are dead! I think she got very very excited about the bunnies and it made her cry. Sometimes that happens to me! I get so so so excited sometimes that I end up crying." Like NOW. She was so so so excited that she had been crying earlier.
"Would you like to know a seeeeeeeeeecret????" hehehehheh!
The timid upcoming first year pushed his way delicately through the students already gathered in the Magical Menagerie, trying his bestest to not bump into anyone and also not infringe on anyone looking at potential pets. He really really WANTED a pet, but the problem was he and Gilly hadn't 100% convinced their mum that it was an absolutely NECESSITY. Which he was still blaming on the fact he had yet to pick out the perfect one. Did he want an owl? A toad? A Jarvey? There were just SO many possibilities and it was really HARD to show he was responsible and knew exactly how to take care of his new friend if he couldn't take a page from his sister's book and provide a full report on exactly how to care for the creature.
So that was Mandrake Beery's goal for the day. To scout and search for the perfect companion so that he could go home and make another appeal. His days were dwindling as summer passed him by, so the sooner he could figure it the better.
He was just working on passing by the rabbits, trying to get over towards the rats which he could see in his eye line - a spot fairly uninhabited except by a single boy (Sohrin) at the moment, except this was where his best efforts to not nudge anyone all went awry. There were two girls (Maebry and Phoebe) standing in front of the bunnies and it appeared they were hugging, so he tried to careeeefully ease around them. But of course it was just his luck, he accidentally nudged into the purple backpack of the one and he FROZE as he did so, hoping beyond hope he hadn't disturbed their moment.
He went to whisper a quick apology, just in case he did bother them but also not loud enough TO bother them if he hadn't already, but it was then he realized both of the girls seemed to be in tears??? "I'm so- ... Are you guys okay??" His first thought was maybe there was a poor sick bunny in the display so he popped his head around them quickly to see if that was the case. Except... everyone looked alright???
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The more Sohrin gazed at the rats, the more he liked them, and his plans to get a cat faded into thin air. He hoped his parents were cool with him changing his mind and didn't think it was strange to have a pet rat. He knew his mother had an owl when she was at Hogwarts, and his father (a muggle) always had a dog when he was younger, but he knew he wasn't allowed to have a dog or cruppy at school.
The boy was about to walk to his mother to tell her the news when he heard a cry from nearby. Curious, Sohrin followed the noise he had heard and discovered a girl (Maebry) hugging someone (Phoebe) "Why is she crying?"he whispered to the guy who also stood nearby. "A bunny didn't die, right?" he asked in a worried tone and tried to look inside the bunny area.
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SPOILER!!: new friends!
Maebry's thoughts drifted to one of her sisters when they were upset and felt her heart getting sad all over again. She'd given this girl as much of her happy as she possibly could, but she wasn't really sure if it was going to be enough. The other girl looked a little like one of those girls that was always sad -- which was horrible!! Maebry couldn't begin to imagine always being sad. Because she was always not-sad. She could list a million reasons in her life to not be sad and the first eight were her siblings. "I'm giving you alllllll the happy I have." This little (not the littlest) Grimaldi was good at giving away all of her happy and refilling her happy store almost immediately. Gen said it was because she was the goodest of hearts. Maebry, personally, thought it was because she was magic.
She tried to step out of the way of the boy trying to get past them, but kept an arm around her hugging partner. "We're okay! I think? Yes. Yes, we're okay!" She was deciding for them both. A person couldn't receive all of her happy and NOT be okay!! Besides, she gave her new hug friend a final squeeze and let her go so that she could fix her sunglasses as they had moved just a little. "Do you like her backpack? Doesn't it look like it would fit the biggest amount of books in?" Would it be invasive to ask where it was from and if they did other colours? Bry wanted most of all to surprise Pri with one for their train journey to school.
"NO!" Oh. Hehehehe. "No. No bunnies are dead! I think she got very very excited about the bunnies and it made her cry. Sometimes that happens to me! I get so so so excited sometimes that I end up crying." Like NOW. She was so so so excited that she had been crying earlier.
"Would you like to know a seeeeeeeeeecret????" hehehehheh!
Wow, ALL the happy. That seemed like... a lot. Phoebe felt very much the most sad inside still, but also a very warm because someone else cared about her and was giving all of the happy feelings she could. "...Thanks," she said, wiping her eyes a little. "That felt really nice."
She shuffled sideways with her kind new friend (or at least, she thought in her head that hugging made them friends) to avoid a boy going past, but he still bumped into her a little and she wobbled for several seconds because she almost fell down. Phoebe fell down all the time, so she was pretty practiced at trying to not. She'd fallen down the Stemp House stairs. She'd fallen UP the Stemp House stairs. She'd fallen off the monkey bars as a little kid and she'd tripped over many things, including her own perpetually untied shoelaces. The giant backpack did not help, of course, but very fortunately she remained on her feet this time and hoped nobody would make fun of her.
She nodded tearily along when her new friend, sunglasses girl, decided they were okay now. She was okay... she was okay... sort of... even though her lip was starting to wobble again. "All the bunnies are fine," she quietly reported to the two boys who were wondering what the problem was. "I was just crying because..." She paused, making a slightly bewildered face as the other girl explained that Phoebe was probably happy crying. She wasn't happy crying! Her whole heart was crumpledy!!! Surely the other girl wouldn't have given her such a big hug if she thought that Phoebe was happy??
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"...b-because that cute fluffy bunny that's white with black smudgy spots is so cute that I couldn't handle it," she finished unconvincingly, trying her VERY BESTEST to go along with the cover that her friend had made up for her but not doing a very good job because she hadn't picked up on it soon enough and also looked rather morose. She felt a little bit bad about lying to the boys, but she wasn't doing it all that well so it didn't really count as lying and besides, lying about your feelings was okay. "But I'm not going to get a bunny, because I can't take those to school. I'm going to get a kitten and that's going to be the best day of my whole life. Once I ask my guardians for permission, of course. I haven't yet." And her failure to ask the big important permission question was the whole reason WHY the kitten she loved belonged to someone else, she reflected gloomily.
She was cheered up a little bit again when asked about her backpack, because her backpack was the best. She wiped her eyes one last time, then took it off to do a show and tell for the three kids standing by her, holding it out so they could all see. "It was a present. Look, it has a big pocket, and a small pocket, and three side pockets, and it holds everything. And I have all my pins to decorate it, see? And it holds my water bottle and inhaler and my books and notebooks and pens and money and anything else I need!" She leaned in very close to whisper dramatically. "I can fit most of my worldly possessions in this backpack and my big suitcase if I do it properly. So I'm definitely ready for Hogwarts, right? I have so much space for all my things." She looked VERY impressed with herself and obviously expected everyone else to be impressed too. She also looked like she wanted to cry but she didn't want to do more crying right now in front of everybody.
"I want to hear a secret! And I bet- sorry I don't know any of your names yet, I'm Phoebe Calypso-" She nodded at the two boys. "I bet you two want to hear it too, right?" She wasn't ordering them to want to hear but she was hoping very hard because Phoebe wanted to know allllll the secrets. She whispered loudly to each of them, thinking the sunglasses girl (her future best friend, hopefully) couldn't hear when really she definitely could. "Please say yes so she says the secret." She looked at the girl expectantly, making her best listening face.
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The commotion seemed to draw the attention of the boy over towards the rats as well, and at his question Drake gave a small shrug, his expression as he glanced over showing how clearly confused he was as well. But then the boy was also asking the same question he'd been wondering, and he did another glance over all of the rabbits before giving a small shake of his head. "I think everyone is okay!" As far as he could tell, everyone in the cages was fine - which was at least a relief! Though it didn't ease his worry over the two girls.
But the worry didn't need to last long as it seemed they were moving apart and one was assuring they were fine. Which... that was good! Except the crying still had him looking at them with just the sliiiightest hint of skepticism. The words 'I think?' also did not fill with confidence but he also wasn't one to pry and there did seem to be SOME smiles now and maybe that meant they'd stop crying so... that was good right? Drake usually felt better after he cried when he finally stopped. At least... sometimes. Other times it took a biiiig glass of water to make him feel better first. There wasn't much time to ruminate on that though, because the girl was fixing her sunglasses and then drawing attention to the other's backpack and he thought they BOTH were really cool accessories. "i do like your backpack!" He agreed, directing it towards the wearer. "And I'm really, really sorry about bumping into it. Are you okay?" He'd noticed the wobble and would have PANICKED if she'd actually fallen. "Did you bring your backpack today to fit all your supplies in? Because that's really smart. I didn't bring anything which is why I'm waiting to actually buy things I need LAST." So he didn't have to carry them around as much. She was giving a show and tell about her backpack now too and Drake was LIVING for it, listening entirely enraptured as she pointed to all the pockets. The pins were especially cool to him and he was trying to get a good look at them all, "Which is your absolute favorite pin?" She had to have a favorite right???
Attention back to the first speaker, because he also very much wanted to make sure she knew HER accessories were really cool too. "I like your sunglasses too! Daisies are some of my favorite flowers. I think they look the best in white, but I don't really have any basis for that opinion other than I just LIKE it." Which meant he extra liked her sunglasses. He was also VERY relieved to hear all of the bunnies were actually okay, because a hurt bunny sounded like a type of trauma a group of maybe first years didn't potentially need. He could at least ASSURE this one didn't need or want that! Also, the reason for tears made sense now and he nodded in understanding. "Did you know there's a thing called cuteness aggression? It's like... when something is so cute you just want to SQUEEZE it but that can be potentially harmful for it so it's better to not. I think the response of tears to cuteness is WAY better. I don't know if it has an official name though. Cuteness melancholy, maybe?" They could figure out the name later. For now, all three of the new companions got a wide smile.
... WAIT. Did she say a SECRET?! Drake was torn, because IMMEDIATELY he really wanted to say and know what she was going to say - and the other girl, Phoebe - also REALLY wanted to but but but... "Well... I WANT to know a secret but how secret is secret? I'm not very good at keeping secrets from my twin sister. Would it be really BAD if I accidentally shared your secret with her? Because if so I can plug my ears!" He raised his hands towards them to do just that, not wanting to ruin Phoebe and co's fun but also he really didn't want to betray potential friends right out of the gate. Also... introductions had been a great idea! "I'm Mandrake. But you can call me Drake. Or Manny. I don't really mind either." Honestly, they could call him whatever they wanted - as long as he knew it was him he'd respond!
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Sohrin observed the interactions of the three others as they discussed the backpack and the pins that adorned it. He had to admit that it was a cool-looking backpack, and it reminded him that he needed to buy one before attending Hogwarts. "There is a spell called the extension charm, and if you learn it at Hogwarts, you can carry even more things in that bag" His mother used it every day when she went shopping.
Was she crying because she thought a bunny was adorable? Sohrin gave her a skeptical look but said nothing. Instead, he turned to face Drake, who described what cuteness aggression was and how it might be related to how the girl was feeling at that moment. "I know the feeling, but I had no idea there was a word for it!" or two words.
Sohrin, relieved that the bunnies were in good health, turned his attention to Maebry as she mentioned the word 'secret,' and then to Drake when he began to hesitate. He thought it was very cool of him to admit that he might tell his twin sister the secret. He also found it very alarming that Maebry did not understand what a secret was. It was supposed to stay hidden inside, told to no
one. Which was why Sohrin nodded his head yes immediately after she had asked them. He wanted to know all the secrets! "What is the secret? Are you secretly super rich and will gift all of us a bunny?!" Whaaaat?
Desdemona already had a pet. Their pink-toed tarantula Chrollo was two years old, wise and very quiet. They had a good bond and Des' only complaint was that they wanted another. a friend to keep Chrollo busy when they couldn't. Their mother, who was dealing with something very delicate at work and was unable to be here, had given Desdemona enough money for all their school things and just enough for another tarantula. it was an early birthday gift, something to 'commemorate the beginnings of their magical journey' but Des knew it was more or less an apology for not being here.
They were cross. They were very cross, not at the moment but at Aslan Rose and while this visit to the Menagerie and Milo's undivided attention were a salve, it wouldn't be enough. not until they were home and Aslan Rose was holding them tight and brushing their long, wild hair and listening to all Des' adventures in that quietly loud way she had. Pursing their rosy lips, Des tugged on Milo's hand in a attempt to lead their older sibling to the back of the shop, past the crying girls and gawking boys. Something in the way the two girls clung to each other irked something in Des, maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was the fact that they seemed to be the object of everyone's attention. Maybe they just thought it was stupid to cry so openly in such a public place. Des didn't know the exact reason, and right now? it wasn't important. Later, when they were alone in their room, looking over all their new things and wrestling with their excitement and their equal displeasure in leaving home- then they would consider it. in their privacy. In their solace. Where the only person who could hold themselves accountable for their feelings was themself.
"Do you think Chrollo will be happy to have a friend?" they suddenly weren't so sure as they eyed the pink-toed tarantulas in their habitats, the anxiety of disrupting their beloved pet's happiness crashed into them like a sudden wave and they looked from the arachnids to their older sibling's angelic face. He would know if this was alright. Milo always knew.
Milo was not keen on this hand-holding business. Not even with Mercer and Mitsuki - before they inevitably started to find more companionship in each other - or with Rose. In most cases it was the closeness, the clammy discomfort of a hand imprisoning his own; it was fortunate he had no preferred wand hand, but still it was a hindrance and rarely a comfort.
And then there was what he might come to know, not merely about paths already travelled, but about where the road would end. Curious and hungry for knowledge and answers though he might be, there were some journeys Milo preferred not to take ahead of time, where a select through were concerned.
Though he was being tugged along, Milo - barefooted as ever - still took care to tiptoe only on certain floorboards as he crossed the shop, aware of the general chattering buzzing about his ears, glancing up at the sound of that inevitable word, and looking away again as it echoed around him. At the back of the shop, he freed his hand, delicate, careful, and peered into the nearest habitat.
"I don't know," he said. An answer he gave to most things, sometimes even truthfully. This being one of those times. He could not claim to know the inner workings of the arachnid. "He seems happy already." This was less true, because again, inner workings. But Des was content with Chrollo. Then there was the cannibalism; even though the avicularia avicularia was considered a more communal breed, that was no guarantee of anything. Milo did not think Des would take it well if they found (or did not find, as they case may be) Chrollo unexpectedly usurped by a suddenly over-nourished interloper. And if that happened while they were away at school? After a pause, Milo spoke again, and though he did so as impassively as he always did, it was with more conviction this time. "I think he's as happy as he could get. You are the only friend he needs."
Milo turned away, regarded the section of the shop at large. He fancied he could hear every rustle and whisper of every scale, feather, and bristling of fur, the murmuring of every customer, and was gripped by a suspicion that all had looked away from him the second he'd turned to face them. He also knew better, and that was key.
"You could get a toad," he said, after a pause, nodding back towards the amphibians. "Toads are so overlooked, I have to wonder why. Perhaps they warrant being looked at closer." Suspicions were like that. But when he moved away, it was towards the bats. Milo had never had much desire to find another pet, Huginn/Muninn being everything he could want in a familiar, and possibly more, but the bats were tempting - though he'd have to keep it apart from his raven for the same reason he thought Chrollo was better without a 'friend'. Perhaps Regulus might like one, or something else; equal parts thanks, apology, and birthday gift, as Milo was no good at any of those with just words alone.
He looked back over towards Des. "Or a new habitat for Chrollo."
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Milo was not keen on this hand-holding business. Not even with Mercer and Mitsuki - before they inevitably started to find more companionship in each other - or with Rose. In most cases it was the closeness, the clammy discomfort of a hand imprisoning his own; it was fortunate he had no preferred wand hand, but still it was a hindrance and rarely a comfort.
And then there was what he might come to know, not merely about paths already travelled, but about where the road would end. Curious and hungry for knowledge and answers though he might be, there were some journeys Milo preferred not to take ahead of time, where a select through were concerned.
Though he was being tugged along, Milo - barefooted as ever - still took care to tiptoe only on certain floorboards as he crossed the shop, aware of the general chattering buzzing about his ears, glancing up at the sound of that inevitable word, and looking away again as it echoed around him. At the back of the shop, he freed his hand, delicate, careful, and peered into the nearest habitat.
"I don't know," he said. An answer he gave to most things, sometimes even truthfully. This being one of those times. He could not claim to know the inner workings of the arachnid. "He seems happy already." This was less true, because again, inner workings. But Des was content with Chrollo. Then there was the cannibalism; even though the avicularia avicularia was considered a more communal breed, that was no guarantee of anything. Milo did not think Des would take it well if they found (or did not find, as they case may be) Chrollo unexpectedly usurped by a suddenly over-nourished interloper. And if that happened while they were away at school? After a pause, Milo spoke again, and though he did so as impassively as he always did, it was with more conviction this time. "I think he's as happy as he could get. You are the only friend he needs."
Milo turned away, regarded the section of the shop at large. He fancied he could hear every rustle and whisper of every scale, feather, and bristling of fur, the murmuring of every customer, and was gripped by a suspicion that all had looked away from him the second he'd turned to face them. He also knew better, and that was key.
"You could get a toad," he said, after a pause, nodding back towards the amphibians. "Toads are so overlooked, I have to wonder why. Perhaps they warrant being looked at closer." Suspicions were like that. But when he moved away, it was towards the bats. Milo had never had much desire to find another pet, Huginn/Muninn being everything he could want in a familiar, and possibly more, but the bats were tempting - though he'd have to keep it apart from his raven for the same reason he thought Chrollo was better without a 'friend'. Perhaps Regulus might like one, or something else; equal parts thanks, apology, and birthday gift, as Milo was no good at any of those with just words alone.
He looked back over towards Des. "Or a new habitat for Chrollo."
Des didn't react as Milo pulled away, too engrossed in their own thoughts and worries to pay too much mind. and they knew their brother well enough to know that only so much physical contact was comfortable to him. They were different and alike in that respect. Des didn't mind touch, in fact, they craved it but only from those they cared for. The Life Giver. Their Grandparents. Milo. But not Daxton Prince. Sometimes Des worried he would touch them and his pale skin would hurt, but he seemed perfectly happy to keep his distance.
Regulus was okay, and Charlie was okay but Des would never have hugged Charlie or Reg. Hugs could be suffocating, even from Aslan.
Maybe Chrollo was like Milo. Maybe he needed space and quiet. The thought had never occurred to Desdemona, but this conversation was opening their blue eyes. They were quiet. The shop was loud, breathing all around them obnoxiously, but they had blocked out the other children and their original annoyance was swept under a rug for now. "Are they?" it wasn't rhetorical. Desdemona had never considered a toad. they seemed perfectly fine but there was nothing about them which held the 11-year-old's interest for longer than a second, then again, they had never spent much time watching the amphibians.
They did have nice eyes. Large. Big. Slimy. Chewy.
What did toad taste like? like grass green or sour green? They had not moved towards the toads, they were still watching the spiders but not really. Unfocused.
"I wish I could live in one of these cages. I'd swim and eat bugs and I'd never have to brush my hair." And they wouldn't have to go alone to Hogwarts either. it was almost in sync. Just as Milo turned to face Des, Des turned to face Milo. "Can we look at the new habitats?" They were already moving that way, their dirty sneakers seeming to take the lead.
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It wasn't a trip to Diagon Alley without sneaking off to Magical Menagerie, and sneak Lally did. She knew she was supposed to be focusing on her school shopping, but they'd already been to Flourish & Blotts, and everywhere else was just too loud (and crowded).
Not that Magical Menagerie wasn't loud or crowded, but it was filled with the sounds of animals, not people, and that alone gave the nearly-fourteen-year-old a little peace of mind.
She wandered through the exhibits cages of animals, looking for her favorite, the reptiles. Before she got that far, she found the fish. A cute, cuddly little goldfish caught her eye, and Lally leaned close to the tank to see it better, the tip of her nose nearly touching the glass. "Well, hi, there," she crooned under her breath, wishing she could just scoop it up and pet it. Knowing that it wouldn't be able to breathe out of water was all that kept her from doing just that.
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