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DaniDiNardo 08-04-2019 03:35 AM

Horse Stables
 
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All the great and grand horses of Beauxbatons are housed here in its stables. Not only can you find the large abraxans that carry the carriages at the start and end of each term but you can also find granians, thestrals and aethonans all in their respective areas.

You may visit these magnificent beasts but only after receiving permission from the Care of Magical Creatures professor. Even then, depending on his assessment and the purpose of your visit, you may be required to have him present. While the horses are tame, they should still be approached with the greatest caution. While here, you will not in any way mistreat them and you will not attempt to ride a horse that does not want to be ridden.

Within the stables, there is a supply cupboard where you can find all equipment needed should you wish to give any of these creatures some care. Treats are inside the cupboard as well, don't be shy about rewarding the horses when they've done a good job. Keep in mind the horses that drag the carriages only take single malt whiskey. Do not attempt to give them anything else.

After you've finished, be sure to lock up carefully or you WILL be held accountable for any subsequent releases or damages.

Optimist.Prime 09-22-2019 02:09 AM

Home she missed home, she missed the rain. She missed her mum and the way Hogwarts had felt before it had turned deadly…but here, in the stables she felt closer to home. Closer to her mother, to family, even though her sisters were here.

She still felt alone, like everything was all weird and wrong…because it was in a way. She was just a little bit homesick....still, standing here with the scent of horses wafting through the wair everything felt better.

BanaBatGirl 11-06-2019 05:00 AM

she'll learn his name just in time for that there trial we have going on, k? :D
 
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Originally Posted by Mathys de Nostredame (Post 12432093)
By some stroke of luck the may was still blissfully ignorant to the first year's butchery and confusion regarding his name. Which, by now, he would attest to it being purposeful on her part. As much as the man admired the great cathedral, his namesake was from elsewhere.

A thought he himself would rather feign ignorance than acknowledge.

"S'il vous plaît," he nodded while gesturing towards the path leading in that very direction. "And while we walk you can eenform me on your experience een working with equestrian species."
OOC: next post in the stables, if you do not mind ^_^

"....and then, another time, I was visiting this outdoor museum, with my cousins, and there was a sign that said DON'T feed the horses, but I always carry food with me, and I had an apple in my bag, and so OF COURSE I took it out to give to the horsies, and my cousin, she picked up some hay or straw or grass, I'm not really sure the difference, and SHE gave it the other horse, and we were laughing and petting their noses, and then a WORKER saw us, and the worker yelled at us and chased us off, and as we were running away, my cousin Megan's boot fell off, right into a puddle, and it was SOOOOOOO funny, I almost also fell into the muddy puddle for laughing, but really we got away, and the horses were fine, so I'm not like, sure, why the worker was mad, because horses LIKE apples, like, you know? And they looked, like, skinny? Like they were being WORKED a LOT. But that's about it for my equestrian experience, since you asked."

Bernadette had to pause at the end of Story 3/3 so that she could catch her breath before they entered the stinky stables. Frankly, she LOVED telling stories, but also, all this walking and excitement had made her a little breathless.

"But I've NEVER even TALKED to the flying horses, sir!" Bernie peeked out from behind his shoulder to see what they were like as they went inside. "They pulled our carriages, right?" Like, how Hogwarts had gotten here and stuff? How did that WORK, exactly? Were physics not really a thing here in the wizarding world?

Mathys de Nostredame 11-12-2019 12:37 AM

zis reply came aftair far too long a wait on your part. veuillez accepter mes excuses
 
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl (Post 12432095)


"....and then, another time, I was visiting this outdoor museum, with my cousins, and there was a sign that said DON'T feed the horses, but I always carry food with me, and I had an apple in my bag, and so OF COURSE I took it out to give to the horsies, and my cousin, she picked up some hay or straw or grass, I'm not really sure the difference, and SHE gave it the other horse, and we were laughing and petting their noses, and then a WORKER saw us, and the worker yelled at us and chased us off, and as we were running away, my cousin Megan's boot fell off, right into a puddle, and it was SOOOOOOO funny, I almost also fell into the muddy puddle for laughing, but really we got away, and the horses were fine, so I'm not like, sure, why the worker was mad, because horses LIKE apples, like, you know? And they looked, like, skinny? Like they were being WORKED a LOT. But that's about it for my equestrian experience, since you asked."

Bernadette had to pause at the end of Story 3/3 so that she could catch her breath before they entered the stinky stables. Frankly, she LOVED telling stories, but also, all this walking and excitement had made her a little breathless.

"But I've NEVER even TALKED to the flying horses, sir!" Bernie peeked out from behind his shoulder to see what they were like as they went inside. "They pulled our carriages, right?" Like, how Hogwarts had gotten here and stuff? How did that WORK, exactly? Were physics not really a thing here in the wizarding world?

He was learning all too well that he would always bite off more than he could chew when it came to Mademoiselle Grantham. Though he supposed that he could appreciate her enthusiasm if not only in small doses. All of that talking and the conclusion he had drawn was that she had little to no experience in dealing with these creatures. At least she had kept all her fingers from her encounters.

"Quite ze tales," he nodded politely, rethinking a bit his strategy a bit. And then a thought crossed his mind, one too delicious not to act upon. "Zey do," he smiled proudly as he parted the doors leading stables and continued to lead her towards the abraxans. They passed a few stalls that would appear empty to some, but not this man. "Since you have nevair spoken to a winged horse before, may I also assume zat you have nevair sang to one as well?"

BanaBatGirl 11-12-2019 12:53 AM

oui j'accepte les excuses
 
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Originally Posted by Mathys de Nostredame (Post 12432487)
He was learning all too well that he would always bite off more than he could chew when it came to Mademoiselle Grantham. Though he supposed that he could appreciate her enthusiasm if not only in small doses. All of that talking and the conclusion he had drawn was that she had little to no experience in dealing with these creatures. At least she had kept all her fingers from her encounters.

"Quite ze tales," he nodded politely, rethinking a bit his strategy a bit. And then a thought crossed his mind, one too delicious not to act upon. "Zey do," he smiled proudly as he parted the doors leading stables and continued to lead her towards the abraxans. They passed a few stalls that would appear empty to some, but not this man. "Since you have nevair spoken to a winged horse before, may I also assume zat you have nevair sang to one as well?"

They weren't TALES, Monsieur! But Bernie, wisely, held her tongue, because she remembered that SOME animals might be sensitive to sound, and also because she felt like they were all LOOKING at her right now and she wanted them to LIKE HER, okaaaaay. If they liked Notredamez, she probably SHOULDN'T argue with him, so then they would like her TOO. She'd be good.

She held her head up, proud of herself for not talking back, and still trotting along slightly behind De Notrede Dame. "Ummmmmmmm," the first year began to turn red at his question, like a small vine-ripened, sun-dried tomato which would be perfect in a savoury quiche, "No?" Why was that a question, and why were people here always trying to get her to sing? :music:

"No," she sounded more sure now, "I have nevair sung to a winged horse." Or an unwinged one.

Mathys de Nostredame 11-12-2019 02:02 AM

merci ;)
 
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl (Post 12432489)


They weren't TALES, Monsieur! But Bernie, wisely, held her tongue, because she remembered that SOME animals might be sensitive to sound, and also because she felt like they were all LOOKING at her right now and she wanted them to LIKE HER, okaaaaay. If they liked Notredamez, she probably SHOULDN'T argue with him, so then they would like her TOO. She'd be good.

She held her head up, proud of herself for not talking back, and still trotting along slightly behind De Notrede Dame. "Ummmmmmmm," the first year began to turn red at his question, like a small vine-ripened, sun-dried tomato which would be perfect in a savoury quiche, "No?" Why was that a question, and why were people here always trying to get her to sing? :music:

"No," she sounded more sure now, "I have nevair sung to a winged horse." Or an unwinged one.

Tales. If he had meant to insult her he would have called them fables.

He took her lack of acknowledgement for the black skeletal bodies in the stalls to either side of them reason enough to conclude that she could not see thestrals yet. A pity and a blessing wrapped in one for her.

"Zen ziss ees ze perfect opportunity to try for ze first time," he encouraged with a dashing side smirk. "Do you know ze song Le Vieux MacDonald a une Ferme?"

BanaBatGirl 11-14-2019 03:01 AM

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Originally Posted by Mathys de Nostredame (Post 12432496)
Tales. If he had meant to insult her he would have called them fables.

He took her lack of acknowledgement for the black skeletal bodies in the stalls to either side of them reason enough to conclude that she could not see thestrals yet. A pity and a blessing wrapped in one for her.

"Zen ziss ees ze perfect opportunity to try for ze first time," he encouraged with a dashing side smirk. "Do you know ze song Le Vieux MacDonald a une Ferme?"

Oh, no. No no no no no no, Monsieur! Why couldn't he just have her attend a centaur lecture about the differences between beasts, beings, etc. and then like introduce her to a mean old centaur who had a magical quest of gathering potions ingredients for her to complete....? Something along those lines?

Unfortunately, this first year knew English well enough that she recognized its French cognates in the song he suggested. Old MacDonald had a farm, no? She swallowed the lump in her throat. Oh no, she couldn't sing now. She had just come down with a sudden bout of laryngitis. Bernie hmm-hmmed loudly as if to prove that she had frogs in her throat as well.

"Old MacDonald had a farm...." she began in a very monotonous, dry tone, making just the smallest amount of eye contact with Notary Dem as she stated, rather than sang, the song, "E-i-e-i-oh."

Mathys de Nostredame 11-15-2019 03:20 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl (Post 12432641)
Oh, no. No no no no no no, Monsieur! Why couldn't he just have her attend a centaur lecture about the differences between beasts, beings, etc. and then like introduce her to a mean old centaur who had a magical quest of gathering potions ingredients for her to complete....? Something along those lines?

Unfortunately, this first year knew English well enough that she recognized its French cognates in the song he suggested. Old MacDonald had a farm, no? She swallowed the lump in her throat. Oh no, she couldn't sing now. She had just come down with a sudden bout of laryngitis. Bernie hmm-hmmed loudly as if to prove that she had frogs in her throat as well.

"Old MacDonald had a farm...." she began in a very monotonous, dry tone, making just the smallest amount of eye contact with Notary Dem as she stated, rather than sang, the song, "E-i-e-i-oh."

Ah yes, that was the English name. It did not roll off the tongue as nicely as the French, so he would be sticking to that title and its lyrics.

"Oui, zat is ze one," he nodded as that dashing side smirk grew ever so slightly. "Ze abraxan are rathair fond of zat one. Zey have been troubled and stressed recently. A rouseeng few rounds of zeir favorite tune may encourage more tranquileety een zeir speerits."

BanaBatGirl 11-18-2019 01:23 AM

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Originally Posted by Mathys de Nostredame (Post 12432690)
Ah yes, that was the English name. It did not roll off the tongue as nicely as the French, so he would be sticking to that title and its lyrics.

"Oui, zat is ze one," he nodded as that dashing side smirk grew ever so slightly. "Ze abraxan are rathair fond of zat one. Zey have been troubled and stressed recently. A rouseeng few rounds of zeir favorite tune may encourage more tranquileety een zeir speerits."

Heavens, she could not look at the Frenchman just now. She was too embarrassed by this task of singing. But she did feel for the poor, troubled, stressed horsies. She HAD to sing for them, to raise their spirits.

Bernadette scooted closer to one of the stalls, so she could see her audience she was supposed to be singing to. Again she cleared her throat, really getting to a nice level of phlegm for her song. And one and two and three and four...

:music: "OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM.... E-I-E-I-O!" she shout-sang, building up courage but not ability as she went, "AND ON THAT FARM HE HAD A COW, E-I-E-I-O! WITH A MOO-MOO HERE, AND A MOO-MOO THERE, HERE A MOO, THERE A MOO, EVERYWHERE A MOO MOO! OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM, E-I-E-I-O!" :music:

There, one verse down, how many more to go? Was Noderstrame going to join in or what?!

Mathys de Nostredame 11-18-2019 02:18 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl (Post 12432869)


Heavens, she could not look at the Frenchman just now. She was too embarrassed by this task of singing. But she did feel for the poor, troubled, stressed horsies. She HAD to sing for them, to raise their spirits.

Bernadette scooted closer to one of the stalls, so she could see her audience she was supposed to be singing to. Again she cleared her throat, really getting to a nice level of phlegm for her song. And one and two and three and four...

:music: "OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM.... E-I-E-I-O!" she shout-sang, building up courage but not ability as she went, "AND ON THAT FARM HE HAD A COW, E-I-E-I-O! WITH A MOO-MOO HERE, AND A MOO-MOO THERE, HERE A MOO, THERE A MOO, EVERYWHERE A MOO MOO! OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM, E-I-E-I-O!" :music:

There, one verse down, how many more to go? Was Noderstrame going to join in or what?!

No, he most certainly would not be joining her. This was not his exercise to perform, though he was enjoying the display and ti did speak volumes to her character. On that he, perhaps, had been a bit too quick to misjudge - though there would certainly be no admittance of this aloud.

"Do not forget ze gestures. Ze abraxan enjoy a good spirited pantomime," he encouraged the first year. "Ze funniair ze sounds ze bettair. Sheep...or dolphins."

Give these two rounds justice and truly throw herself into it, perhaps literally when it came to the dolphin's mannerisms, and he would consider putting an end to the musical number.

More so for his sake so as not to punish his perfectly sculpted ears. A tone that could rival a fwooper's song, this one had.

BanaBatGirl 11-18-2019 02:55 AM

today I googled, "how to write fart sound" so that's in my search history forever
 
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Originally Posted by Mathys de Nostredame (Post 12432873)
No, he most certainly would not be joining her. This was not his exercise to perform, though he was enjoying the display and ti did speak volumes to her character. On that he, perhaps, had been a bit too quick to misjudge - though there would certainly be no admittance of this aloud.

"Do not forget ze gestures. Ze abraxan enjoy a good spirited pantomime," he encouraged the first year. "Ze funniair ze sounds ze bettair. Sheep...or dolphins."

Give these two rounds justice and truly throw herself into it, perhaps literally when it came to the dolphin's mannerisms, and he would consider putting an end to the musical number.

More so for his sake so as not to punish his perfectly sculpted ears. A tone that could rival a fwooper's song, this one had.

Gestures?!?! But what kind of gestures did cows make? Bernie was udderly hopeless at this task.

Maybe she could do ze gestures for the next animal she had to sing about? She took a big breath and nodded at Notredrama. He wanted funny? She could do funny. LOUD and FUNNY, yes, those words did describe Bernadette. Were the abraxans looking less sad yet?! She began singing again, this time thinking of the funniest-looking animal she had ever read about.

:music: "OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM.... E-I-E-I-O!" Bernadette began loudly, "AND ON THAT FARM HE HAD A BLAST-ENDED SKREWT, E-I-E-I-O!" Bernie did pantomime a skrewt by sticking her bum out in a half-squat, then sweeping her arm around to her face like she was sneezing into her elbow. In fact, she was preparing to make the best-ever fart-sounds, which were an obvious characteristic of the Blast-Ended Skrewt. If she could have shot fire out of her bum whilst acting this out, she would have. As it were, the highly accurate sound effects would just have to satisfy Notarydang and his horsies.

:music: :music: "With a Ppppprrrrrrrrrrtttt? here, and a PPFPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT PFFFFFTFFFFFFFFFT there, here a PPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTFFfffffffffftttt, there a PPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTFFfffttttt, everywhere a PPFPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT PFFFFFTFFFFFFFFFT, OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM, E-I-E-I-O!" :music: :music:

She may, or may not, have actually tooted during all this squatting, fart noise-making, and singing. Oh well. The noise and smell would have just been a welcome addition to the special effects of her show.

2111jen 11-19-2019 01:13 AM

Austin peaked into the horse stable. He was just curious. He liked animals.

Mathys de Nostredame 11-20-2019 05:55 AM

your devotion iz admirable ;) [ a little mention of 2111jen ]
 
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl (Post 12432877)
Gestures?!?! But what kind of gestures did cows make? Bernie was udderly hopeless at this task.

Maybe she could do ze gestures for the next animal she had to sing about? She took a big breath and nodded at Notredrama. He wanted funny? She could do funny. LOUD and FUNNY, yes, those words did describe Bernadette. Were the abraxans looking less sad yet?! She began singing again, this time thinking of the funniest-looking animal she had ever read about.

:music: "OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM.... E-I-E-I-O!" Bernadette began loudly, "AND ON THAT FARM HE HAD A BLAST-ENDED SKREWT, E-I-E-I-O!" Bernie did pantomime a skrewt by sticking her bum out in a half-squat, then sweeping her arm around to her face like she was sneezing into her elbow. In fact, she was preparing to make the best-ever fart-sounds, which were an obvious characteristic of the Blast-Ended Skrewt. If she could have shot fire out of her bum whilst acting this out, she would have. As it were, the highly accurate sound effects would just have to satisfy Notarydang and his horsies.

:music: :music: "With a Ppppprrrrrrrrrrtttt? here, and a PPFPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT PFFFFFTFFFFFFFFFT there, here a PPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTFFfffffffffftttt, there a PPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTFFfffttttt, everywhere a PPFPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT PFFFFFTFFFFFFFFFT, OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM, E-I-E-I-O!" :music: :music:

She may, or may not, have actually tooted during all this squatting, fart noise-making, and singing. Oh well. The noise and smell would have just been a welcome addition to the special effects of her show.

Mathys had to admit that this was going quite well, even if it was at the expense of his ears. Who was the choir instructor at Hogwarts? Surely they needed their position reexamined...like many other of their faculty. But that was an entirely different matter that the French man was more than pleased to set aside in his mind for now.

Mademoiselle Grantham was quite devoted to the role and this brought a pleased Cheshire cat-like smile to his handsome, chiseled features. One would almost expect him to be twisting a thin curly mustache around his index finger. He had thought that a performance as a dolphin in particular would have been sufficient in the department of self inflicted embarrassment, but the first year one-upped him and took it to a place his own imagination had not. Very pleased indeed.

Even more so when he caught the head of another young Hogwarts student peeking his head into the barn. It was, truly, almost a shame that there was not a wider audience for Mademoiselle Grantham's spirited performance.

......a little too spirited as it turned out.

"Zat will do, Mademoiselle Grantham," the professor interrupted with a raised hand before she could continue on to her next verse, flourishing his hand with a polished roll from the wrist to summon a large wooden barrel from the opposite end of the stables. "You have proven yourself."

2111jen 11-21-2019 05:07 AM

What Austin walked into was...singing? He liked that student. He then noticed the professor and gave the French man a small wave. But he didn't talk. Instead, he quietly left the stable. Okay. Maybe not the best time.


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