Brants stick thingy seemed to be moving. It moved. "Oh my" he thought. His creature was just sleeping, now it was moving and quite awake. "Professor, Miss!!!! mines awake, it was sleeping. now its seems like super angry. thank goodness I have my gloves but what do I do with it?" he asked for he was quite concerned about his fingers being safe. He needed those for quidditch.

Brant was standing near a ravenclaw girl. "Hey don't worry Im a Seventh year and I still don't know what to expect with these things. mines wiggling like crazy. we can try to maybe figure this out together?" he asked, for girls did always have that magical touch.

As she decided to set the EEEEVIL little dugbog back down so it wouldn't feel the need to bite her again, Vashti looked up when she heard someone speaking to her. Someone who turned out to be one of the Gryffindor prefects whose name she couldn't remember. Hadn't he been the Gryffie Quidditch captain? And yet she couldn't remember his name! She blamed the stupid dugbog for this.

"Working together sounds good," she agreed with a smile. So long as she didn't get bit again. Looking at the wriggling little stick-creature in the boy's hand, she asked "Has yours bitten you yet? Or tried to?" Because if it had, she was certain it was a dugbog. Sticks - even walking sticks - didn't bite. (Did they?) Dugbogs did.

*evil*
 

Walking sticks. Haha. Silly name. Inventive muggles, though, because it was a walking stick.

The boy was still holding the bug eying it carefully, and then shook his head, "Nah, I think I'm okay with this one" he said, with a smile, and then eyed the creature, the shifty dugbog Arya was holding, "Hey Arya, look, a poking device" he said, walking over and comparing from certain distance the dugbog and the walking stick.

"Or another wand" he shrugged, the walking stick almost falling from his hand, because the gloves were a little big on his hands.

Freya saw the Professor approached her to examine the creature. Wow she was correct. She nodded when her Professor recommended to examine the dugbog. "Good bye little guy" she put the walking stick back to the vivarium. Then she moved to the second vivarium, she's bit nervous because she saw a few student were bitten by the dugbog. 'Relax.The creature can feel it if you fear them' she took a few breath and picked up the dugbog from the vivarium. To her surprise the dugbog didn't bite her. Sure she could see it finned paws and sharp teeth but the creature just look at her with it's eyes. Wonder why the other student were bitten by this creature?? I think I just lucky that this dugbog not as aggressive as the other dugbog.

completely missed him answering XD
 

Arya watched as the creature hopped back into his hand, frowning at the boy. Someone was in a foul mood. It wasn't her fault that he had freaked out when the dungbog jumped on his face. Glancing up at the professor, she nodded her head and skipped over to the closest tank.

Sticking her hand into the tank, she carefully felt around until she felt something crawl into her hand. Sloooowly she retracted her hand and held the creature out in front of her face. Hm.

"This is a walking stick." She said slightly disappointed cause she wanted a dungbog. Moving the creature a little closer to her face, she looked at his legs. "He's not really moving much or biting.......and his feet aren't finned." The thing was just sitting there.

Sticking her hand back in the tank, she let the creature crawl off her hand and skipped to the other tank. She wanted a dungbog.

Hand halfway in the tank, she let it move around carefully, waiting for a dungbog to crawl into her hand. As she felt one crawling, and nipping at her gloved hand, she turned to Treyen. A poking device? Hehe. She grinned at him, pulling her hand back out of the tank and holding it out, being mindful of both there faces. "I think our wands would better suffice as a poking device. Those break to easily and owls like to eat them." At least her owl did.

She was about to reach out when he almost dropped the creature, but instead held her hand to her arm when her creature tried to jump on it. Catching the creature she held it a bit further. "I think this would be better suited for sticking in someone's bed for scares." Like Destiny's bed.

Ooooooh. Enlightening.

Of course! Their wands! Silly him!

"Oh. You're right!" he said, eying the little Walking Stick he was holding. It now seemed to be moving, perhaps it sensed no danger was present? "What? Your owl eats wands?" he was certain Gilderoy, his owl, was a strange one, but at least he didn't eat wands.

Evil smirk. Haha. Someone's bed. Like....Glitterpuff's bed?

"It would! But, hey! Get it away from my bug...I don't want it to eat it" he said, starting to feel defensive over the Walking Stick he was holding.

Rae was still kind of hysterical about not killing her stick bug. She had just finished freaking out at the professor about a defense mode of dying the Fletcher came up and showed her that HIS was dead too! "Yours is dead? Why are they all dying!! WERE KILLING THEM!!!!!!" Oh no, Oh no oh no oh no! Rae and the rest of her classmates are killing bugs.... FOR NOTHING!

Pathetic attempt at catching up....
 

Stick bug.... Dugbog.... Same but different? Eh??? Salander was a little confused when a blindfold flew into his eyes. When it vanished he blinked a few times and stared at the now switcherooed vivariums. He knew stickbugs well enough from camp and from the yard back home, but he had no clue what a Dugbog is. Or how it would react. He took a glove and waited for his turn to get a creature when someone started screaming bloody murder. Actually two of them....






"Oookaaayyyy. I guess the Dugbog is in THAT viviarium." Salander whispered as he saw Fletcher and the Gryffindor boy howl in pain when they took their creatures out. The stickbugs he knew from home certainly didnt bite and he figured right then that Dugbogs definitely bit people. "Nope, no biting for me today!" he chuckled gleefully as he walked around the howling students and promptly proceeded to the other vivarium.

With a gloved hand, he reached in and took out what looked to be a stick with threadlike legs and arms. He lay it on his palm and the insect didnt move. Feeling the glove made handling the fragile insect quite awkward, he took them off and cradled the creature on both his bare hands. "Hey there lil fella." he whispered to the insect as he tried tapping it with his finger. No Reaction. He tried waving it up and down on his hand. Nothing. "Eh, since I'm not screaming my lungs out like Fletch and the Gryffie I can show you off to the Professor and say which one you are!" he said proudly as he raised his voice to the Professor. "Professor Saylen! This one is a sti--!"

But just as he hollered, the insect decided to show him up and leaped out of his hand.

"Hey lil feller come back!!!" Salander yelled as he tried going after the stickbug, which promptly lost itself amongst the dirt in the ground. "Nutz!" he snapped his fingers "Fine! Hide for all I care, I'm not gonna have some bug make me look bad in front of the Professor!" he bellowed at the dirt.

Deciding to just replace the lost stickbug with another, he spun on his heel and went up to the vivarium....

.... the wrong one.

He put his bare hand in, and pulled out a rather large stickbug looking creature. It wasnt moving. He looked at it closely as it stared back at him "Eh, you're a little bigger and way uglier than your brother there. But you're gonna make me look good in front of the Professor. Deal?" he said as he took its tiny finned paw trying to shake its hand.

With that the creature bit his thumb.

"YEOWCH!!!!" he cried as he dropped the dugbog to the ground. "Heyyy! Stickbugs arent supposed to bite!" he growled at the woody-creature, and in disgust, kicked dirt at it.

Bad move Salander. Because that really ticked it off this time.

The dugbog leaped onto his shoe and started to crawl up his ankle and entered his pantleg. "What the-- heyyyyy! Hey get off!!!" he yelled as he stomped his leg, trying to make it fall back to the ground. Instead it crawled further up his shin and bit him again "OWWW!!!!" he bellowed as he grabbed his pantleg, trying to keep the creature from advancing further up. He looked back at the vivarium and dawned on him that he went up to the wrong one. "GeroffmeGeroffmeGeroffme!!!!" he panicked, stomping and yelling in front of the class. Dont go further up! Dont go further up! he wished silently "Heeelllp!" he whimpered

Emmy slipped her thick gloves on, and reached into a tank.
The creature she pulled out was very lively, with webbed feet, and it kept wriggling and trying to bite her.
"Ouch." Correction. It did bite her. Pulling her wand out, she wondered if they were allowed to use magic - Well, if I don't, it's going to scarper up my sleeve, and I ain't having that!
Pointing her wand at the critter, which she was sure must be a dugbog, she said "Imobilis! Professor? I'm fairly sure this is a dugbog, as it has webbed paws and very sharp teeth!"

Patroclus blushed as he realised his laughter had cause Professor Saylen to notice him.

Julius......the boy couldn't help but melt!

Surpressing a giggle, but with a huge grin, Patroclus answered, "Due to the faHAHAHAHAHAHct, that even throughOHOHOHOH, that I continue to shaaaaaaaake and it has not biten me, I sumaya SUMIZE that this is in fact a Walking Stick Insect...." It had taken awhile to get out, between the laughs and fits of giggle, but Patroclus had now answered.

Kurumi approached the girl who was most definitely freaking out about her magical creature. "I don't think they are dead," Kurumi said as hers began to purr again. "Look, you can kind of see it breathing...Do you know of a muggle animal called an opossum? They often play dead when they sense danger and the professor did mention that these guys tend to do that as well." She smiled and actually began to pet her feisty critter with her other gloved hand.

Rowan held her little stick-like creature gently in her gloved hands. Hmm, she thought. Mine doesn't seem to be particularly nasty. It must be a Walking Stick. She smiled and started to talk to the little critter, not caring if the other students thought her odd. Suddenly the creature tried to bite her on the finger. She chuckled. It seems I was wrong, she thought to herself. It appears I actually have a dugbug.

Alice was sitting quietly at her desk, making notes on what she had noticed about the Dugbog and the walking stick respectively. She was starting to zone on the grass when she noticed that a twig was moving. By itself.

What in the world? Alice bent down and grabbed the stick and held it up. She smiled when she saw its two little eyes open upon leaving the ground. Alice really did like these stick things.

Looking around Alice spotted Salander yelling at the ground...this was obviously his walking stick. Alice got up, the walking stick relaxing itself into her cupped hand, and headed over to Salander who was coming back from the tanks.

Alice stared. Had he meant to grab a Dugbog? Alice was on the verge of calling out to him when Salander let out a yelp of pain. Her eyes started to widen when she realized the Dugbog was starting to crawl up Salander's leg.

"Salander, are you alright?" Alice asked, the walking stick in her hand watching him amusedly. "Here, roll your pant leg up a little bit and I can grab it off," Alice suggested, instinctively blushing at the fact she had just asked him to roll his pants up...even though it would only need to be to his knee cap.

This just won't get off! Dianna has been shaking her hand for about a minute and the little dugbog still won't let go! She gave up and walked towards the remaining vivarium with what she thinks contains the bowtruckles. She picked one up with her free hand and examined it. "Hello little stickman." Hey, it didn't seem to bad. "This one has longer and sharper fingers than the dugbog and resembles something like a twig rather than a piece of wood.." she said with a final nod. Uh-Oh it didn't bite her but now it seemed to not let go! "Great just great.." she murmured to herself as she tried to think of a way to let the two creatures let go.

Uhoh. That look wasn't a good one. What had she done? And why was she being squinted at?

Sarah chewed her lip as Professor Saylen looked at her before she answered. Ohhh, she'd said bugger. "I...sorry, Professor. It was an instinctive reaction to it biting me." And you would have liked it even less if I'd thrown into that bush like I wanted to. Walking Stick? "Yes I will, I think. Thank you. And I'll do that, yes." Why on earth was she so stuttery today? Could it have had anything to do with the intimidating Mexican lady stood right next to her? Why, yes. Yes it was.

Silently grunting to get the Dugbog off her finger, Sarah had to gently prize open it's mouth before she could place it back in it's vivarium. Stay there you little....thing. Hmm.

Putting her hand into the other tank, she carefully took out one of the Walking Sticks and turned her back to face the centre of the circle so she could examine it in better light. It was then that she caught sight of a grinning Gryffindor, with a very red nose. He'd heard what she said before, didn't he? It was one of those sorts of knowing grins. Meh.

Giving him a smile in return, she pointed at her own nose, then at his. "Uhh, trouble with a Dugbog, eh? Yeah, I think these Walking Sticks are much calmer. I might stick with this one...No pun intended." Obviously.

On closer examination of it, Sarah could see a big difference. It wasn't moving for a start. "Professor, I've noticed that these certainly don't seem as dangerous. It's sitting here rather still on my hand, totally different to the Dugbog. And it looks more stick like, and twiggy." Fascinating observations, Sarah.

"No, silly." She giggled at the boy, eyes on the dungbog in her hand. Still nipping away at the glove. "My owl eats walking sticks..." Hopefully she wasn't flying around looking for something to eat now. She would hate to see these eaten.

Why was he smirking? Did he know a way to get into the Slytherin Dorms?

Frowning slightly, she glanced from her dungbog to his walking stick. "Doug wouldn't eat your bug......I don't think he would." She held her hand up slightly higher, keeping it away from Treyen's hand. ".....would you, Doug?"

Hmm.

Adeline shivered a little and said "Sorry.... I have a horrid fear of spiders" she said with a chill down her spine. "And thank you sosososososo much" then she turned red at what she did.

Whaaaaaat?!

Eyes wide in shock. Gilderoy was....er, different. "I don't feed my owl anything living" now, if Gilderoy found it on its own, then he couldn't be blamed, no? It's not like Treyen had his eyes on Gilderoy 24/7. The boy had to sleep.

Now his eyes flickered between Arya and the dugbog. Huh? "Doug?" he looked confused, and then shook his head, "No, Arya, you're not supposed to name it" siiiiiiigh, "If you name something then it belongs to you" like Phineas. That's why he had to research. Saylen.

Never mind the talk...Treyen was still keeping his Walking Stick very much away from the Dugbog.

Evan's life had been a series of wrong decisions of late; first, talking to Marie like she would understand, then attending to flying like he wasn't afraid of height and now, as if he hadn't already had enough trouble with his lack of wisdom, he found himself in the Care of Magical Creatures. To him, a creature was something that couldn't be called an 'animal' because of their violence. And he had no desire to care them. But here he was, standing at the very back and looking for the right time to run away. No. Suck. Luck. When the professor told them to examine two... things, everyone rushed to front and he was exposed at the back. So yeah, he had to rush to the front too. He was getting close to creatures. Magic!

As much as he tried to refrain from looking disgusted or horrified, he went over the creatures hesitantly--with, of course, every kind of protection worn--and peeked inside. Hmpf. Both looked the same. Well, he understood from everything being told that they were supposed to look the same, but still, he wasn't sure he could get the difference by merely touching them. Pfft, he had already come to class. He still had to try it. Very deliberately he grabbed of the sticks and holding it at an arm's distance, examined. Or that was his intention, before that thing bit his gloves.

"AAAAHHHH, I'M DYING!" he yelled, eyes shut tightly. What was the teachers' problem?! First, he almost died at the flying class, and now he was being assaulted by a STICK! Yeah, these two had been a GREAT lesson to him--his life was too precious for getting house points. Slytherin was doing just well without him anyway. He was leaving at this very ins--

...or maybe not. After a few seconds' horror, he felt that he felt nothing. And, opening his eyes, he saw that the thing couldn't go past his thickest available gloves. So he wasn't even bitten, let alone dying... er... he looked around in shame. Dropping the thing in the basket, he silently said "I think that was a dugbog. It tried to bite me." He had just made a spectacle of himself, hadn't he?

He definitely should have stayed at the very back of Slytherin Common Room.

"I don't really feed her anything that's living. She hunts for almost all of her food." Saved her loads of galleons on food. "She doesn't eat much else." Shrugging off the shocked look he gave her. At least it wasn't anything like the look Lexi was giving her.

"Everyone deserves a name," She looked at him confused. "Even if he doesn't belong to you. He still gets a name." Every creature she encountered got a name, whether it was hers or not. Most just happened to be hers though.

Oh, yes, that part he didn't like...what Gilderoy did on his spare time. That's why he always gave his owl some tasks, and letters, and...yeah.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

'Everyone deserves a name'. But it was a dugbog! A feisty one. Named Doug? How about 'Demon', because it wanted to chew on his Walking Stick, which remained nameless. Ah, better put the little stick to rest with his other stick friends. He may get hurt.

"Hmmm, I can't argue with that" he shook his head, after setting down the Walking Stick in the vivarium. "I guess you'll have to meet my owl, so you don't change his name" there was a smile on his face. It was likely that Gilderoy would want a different name, the owl seemed not to like it for some strange reason.

That's when he decided to reach out and explore the dugbog vivarium. Haha. It was a good thing these gloves were big, because the silly dugbog was biting a part of the glove that didn't touch his fingers. "They like to defend themselves, don't they? I mean, actively" because the muggle one's defense mechanism was to shut down. This one, well, didn't shut down at all.

rearranged and whatnot. :P
 

"That is a good observation, Miss Malfoy" Maya nodded, "You definitely would have noticed if it was a Dugbog." She raised an eyebrow at the girl. And simply stared. Hehe.

"You may examine a Dugbog up close if you wish."

Great. Students quarreling over a creature. Maya couldn't be bothered to tell the two students to back off - if they did something that landed them into detention, she had no problem with that.
"I suggest you do not stay on the ground for much long, Mister Sinclair. Who knows who else might 'loose' their creature and come attack you...you are, afterall, in a very vunerable situation right now." Hehe.

Why was that girl looking so miffed? Maya squinted at the girl, hoping she'd say or do something to deduct points. But, alas...
It doesn't? Er. Ah, there we go, the childe must've not been thinking. "It is nice you came to that conclusion, Miss Star." Pffft. "Good choice." Good for her that Maya allowed second chances. "You'll see it is better to be fully sure of something before claiming you are right."

And with that, she turned to inspect the next student creature.

"Be careful with that statement, Miss Page. A creature like the dugbog does not necessarily take your reasoning into account." Maya lowered her head a little, looking at the girl in the eyes. "It just wants to kill you." Think about THAT!

But it seemed the girl knew that already, what with not actually picking up a dugbog.

Hehe. The creature's interaction with the student was funny. But she didn't show it on the outside. "Good observation, Miss Hollingberry. It is more safer to be calm around creatures." Sigh. And it seemed the Dugbog was hungry. "I suggest you put him back in his vivarium." She did NOT want to be responsible for a bitten student.

Ah. A know-it-all. "Yes, Miss Shepard. Indeed it is a Walking Stick. Thankyou for the details." She nodded, wondering if the girl had even seen a Dugbog. "You seem so sure about the Dugbog, have you ever examined one?" Maya gestured towards the Dugbogged vivarium.

Sheeees, this girl was scared. Maya couldn't help but smirk at the young girl's question, as she led her to the vivariums. "If it did eat your finger, you will loose it." Like, simple as that, right? But, er, maybe bring it down a notch. "If we suspected anything horrible was to happen, we wouldn't show the creatures to you." No more explaining needed.

Finally they stood infront of the Dugbog vivarum, Maya reached her other hand inside, gloveless, and picked up a Dugbog. She knelt down again and showed it to the girl, keeping a firm hold of it. "What do you see? Describe the Dugbog." Do it.

"Correct you are, Mister White." She was pleased how careful the student was with the creature. Hm? What...is he holding in his hand?

...

Squirrel meat? o________O
"Uh, no...Mister White, you may not." He'd better not feed that to the creature. "Good work, I see you have inspected both the creatures. You may take your seat now, this class will end in a moment."

Oh for the love of fried beans... Did these children do this often? Like, every class, or just this one where they had to stay calm to not spook the creatures?

"You did NOT kill it, Miss Skye!" Arrrrrrghh, "Calm down or I will make you loose points!" Maya put her hands on her hips and STARED at the girl. You know what, I think she needs a break. "Put the creature back in its vivarium..." Calm voice, yes. "Take a step back." Mhmmm. "And take your seat. Si?" Dude.

Professor Miss? He couldn't be talking to her. "It's Professor Saylen." And what was he doing now? Oh, he was ASKING. Great. "Put it back in its vivarium." Like, duuuh. "Good job, Mister DeVaice. Just...place it back where you took it and resume your seat." Yes please.

Another ouch. Maya whipped her head around to look at the girl. Hm... "That is correct, Miss Greenwell." Atleast the girl added the part about the dead wood - or it would've been quite obvious it was a dugbog. "Feel free to compare the creature with a Walking Stick, if you have not done so alread."

Rolling her eyes, Maya let the Lockhart boy do whatever it was what he was doing. Aslong as they do not do anything...weird, it was okay.
Oh heck, he almost dropped it! Stare.

"Mhm." Maya nodded, listening to Arya as she came to a conclusion. Another walking stick. But the girl seemed to be able to take care of herself, and so the Mexicana let her be. But she was fraternizing with the Lockhart boy - she would definitely keep her eyes open.

Glancing at the girl as she picked up a dugbog, Maya could see everything was under control...for now. She walked past the girl, "Good job, Miss Salvatore." And continued off to the next student.

Facepalm. Just.... facepalm.
She was so regretting taking this job. Damn you Tate.

Nope, she was going to ignore this one...

Oh no she didn't. OH NO. She didn't.
Seeing the girl had whipped out her wand, she looked at the creature in her hands. "What did you do?" What did she DO? "Did you just use magic on that creature?? Did you?" Oh, this CALLED for some point deduction. "5 points from Hufflepuff, Miss Frost. Unless you explain to me that you have NOT just used magic without my permission."

Eh. Hehe. Maya cleared her throat, resuming her serious face she had momentarily lost. "That is correct, Mister Hodson." She hoped she'd said that right. Did she dare invite him to examine a dugbog? "Ehm, you may sit down now, Mister Hoson, unless you want to look at the other creature." Calmly.

So this girl was holding two creatures at the same time. Allright. "Very good, Miss Malfoy." She nodded, but then figured it was time to let those creatures go. "Please don't hog the creatures. I am sure there are more students who want to examine them aswell." Like, really.

Yeah yeah, excuses excuses. Maya watched the Head Girl wander off to the other creature. Hopefully she wouldn't curse at it aswell. And it went rather well. "That is a correct explanation, Miss Griffin." Mhmmm. "Very good." And with that she walked to see that no one else was harming the creatures.

Horrid fear? Bah, fear has no place in this class. Maya pursed her lips and regarded the girl as she turned rather red. "Apology accepted. Just, do not do it again, or worse things can happen." Si? "Continue your examination or take your seat. The lesson will end soon."

Who. Is. Shouting.
"Mister Cartwright!" Stomping over to him. "Is there a problem here??" Maybe he could explain why everyone liked to SHOUT? "Next time you freak out, I wont let it pass so easily."

And then even more chaos erupted.
"SEÑOR SALANDER!" GRRRR. "If you do not want to loose points, earn detention and loose a limb, I suggest you keep calm!" She didn't even know if he was listening. But she didn't care.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. "Mister Fletcher!" Maya stomped her way over to the boy, wanting to tackle him to the ground. "CALM DOWN, or I will put you in detention for disrupting the class!" Oh, and he had, "30 seconds!" Startiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing......NOW.

"Stay still and I will help you get it off you." Maybe. Hehe.


You know what... "Allright, this class is OVER. Anyone who needs help staying alive can STAY, you others are free to leave and brag to your friends how you almost got eaten up by a creature!" Now gooo. "Homework will be announced later!"

"Mr Salander, Mister Fletcher. You STAY here and TALK."