If this is your first visit, be sure to check out the FAQ by clicking the link above.
You may have to register before you can post: click the register link above to proceed.
To start viewing messages, select the forum that you want to visit from the selection below.
Care of Magical Creatures Lesson 1: The Cockatrice
As you make your way down to the usual area where your Creatures class is held, you'll start to notice a large row of hedges running around the usual classroom space. In fact, the hedges are so high that you can't see where the classroom area used to be fenced in. Where does it start? Where does it end? Heck, you can't even see the edge of the Forbidden Forest behind these hedgerows, which have to be at least eight, nine, maybe ten feet tall.
You can see Professor (and Groundskeeper) Williamson, however, who is standing in front of the entrance to the hedge maze. Yes, it's a maze, and yes, there's a creature inside. "Come on, don't dwadle now," he says and beckons you to join him beside the entrance to the maze. There are a few wooden shipping crates beside him and every so often, the hedges give a bushy little shake like something inside the maze is eager to get out.
But don't worry. You trust Williamson to make sure nothing happens to you, right?
Class Progression:
Q1. What do you already know about hybrid creatures? What makes a magical creature 'hybrid'? How/why could these creatures be considered more dangerous than a regular creature?
Q2. Today you'll be facing a creature that does have a history with the Triwizard Tournament. What can you tell me about the cockatrice, and how do you survive one?
Mini-Activity. Suit up to go into the maze. There's padding and helmets, sunglasses, broken mirrors, and weasels on leashes for you to use. Good luck.
Main Activity. Into the maze! Don't RP for the jarveys or cockatrice(s). Just try to get to the end of the maze!
Just so you know, it's not too late to jump in! This lesson will close at/around 11:59 PM EST on 13 January 2021!
Ash was horrified as somebody got BEAT UP WITH MAGIC. "Insane," she said quietly, almost inaudibly, as she turned to get on her gear. She put on the armor and some dark blue sunglasses. She picked up a weasel and tried to sooth it. "Shhhh, it's okay. You're the safest one of all of us. I think I'll call you 'self-preservation'. It works, because you could save my life today." She grabbed the biggest fragment of mirror she could find. Taking deep breaths, she looked around for a partner. Was Ash the only one who thought this was a death trap?
Tadhg looked horrified seeing the girl get hurt by magic, she didn't look too good at all, he winced seeing her fingers before she put them into her pockets. These guys weren't playing around, and that was proof right there. He was honestly aftsid to move or do anything else without order,he was relieved when Williamson that class would go on and get the supplies they needed. Walking over towards the box he grabbed padding and put it on before grabbing a pair of green sunglasses putting them on and a piece of mirror.
"Hey Ash you want to partner up with me? Really don't want to be alone y'know?" Grabbing a weasel he petted it. " It's ok little guy, you're safe, I think I'm going to call you Dash." Okay he was all suited up and ready to go into the maze.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
The fifth year watched all the drama unfold. She really was already tired of The Hoods and them attacking students for their opinions or whatever but she was also wise enough to keep to herself. The scream startled her so much that she jumped a bit. Her wits returned in time to see the dragon assaulting a Hood before making its way to the Castle. As much as Williamson was angry, Claudine had to give him props for taking care of his students. She admired him for that.
Yes. The lesson. The girl had almost forgotten about it for a moment. With the arrival of the crates, she surveyed the contents. But the last crate? It had her falling in love. Sorry, Heath. “They’re so cute!” she whispered to him before going to suit up with the padding and helmet. Needless to say Claudine struggled a bit to put the padding on. Hello, she’d never used them or anything similar before. But determined she was, and everything fell into place perfectly. Claudine then grabbed a pair of black shades and mirror. All that was left now to secure was a weasel.
The first weasel she came across was chosen. “Hi,’’ Claudine told it softly. “It’s nice to meet you. I wish you could tell me your name if you have one.’’ But since that wasn’t possible… “I’ll call you Charlie.”
Sardine VIP || Shark Attack! || D A R T E R || Captain Oblivious
Valencia did her best to not look at the spells that had just been flying around her. Instead, the Ravenclaw's eyes were locked on hooded figures. This. Was. Madness. What were the chances she could knock some of them out secretly in the maze?
Of course, she wouldn't risk it. Not until she had a solid plan at least.
She put on some protection, grabbed a mirror and one of the weasels and headed directly for the maze. If she was thinking, she'd have waited for a younger student to make sure they were okay, but she was too busy thinking.
Before entering the maze, she stood with her back against the edge and used the mirror to peer ahead of her down the corridor. She doubted anything would be so close to the beginning but better safe than sorry.
__________________
I'll Spend Forever Wondering If You Knew__________________________________ _____________________________________________I Was Enchanted To Meet You
Tadhg looked horrified seeing the girl get hurt by magic, she didn't look too good at all, he winced seeing her fingers before she put them into her pockets. These guys weren't playing around, and that was proof right there. He was honestly aftsid to move or do anything else without order,he was relieved when Williamson that class would go on and get the supplies they needed. Walking over towards the box he grabbed padding and put it on before grabbing a pair of green sunglasses putting them on and a piece of mirror.
"Hey Ash you want to partner up with me? Really don't want to be alone y'know?" Grabbing a weasel he petted it. " It's ok little guy, you're safe, I think I'm going to call you Dash." Okay he was all suited up and ready to go into the maze.
Ash nodded. What if one of them got hexed? "Partners. I don't want to be alone either." Dying alone was one of her biggest fears. She looked at the weasels. "Self-preservation and Dash are going to protect us today. Don't look at whatever is in there. And don't look at the alliance people either. We are going to need our fingers and teeth later." She took a deep breath. Her guardian angel was going to protect her today, right? Like it always did? "She ought to cast aguamenti, or someone do it. It would wash the blood out." As for herself, she cast a couple spells to make her mirror bigger, her armor softer and more durable, and all of it SMELL BETTER AND FIT BETTER. Jeez.
curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Gabi knew - she just KNEW - that it was only a matter of time until someone got seriously hurt around here. She had hurried as fast as she could to the grounds after she got Williamson's message, a few of the standard injury potions clanking around in her bag as she ran.
"Where is she?" she demanded curtly as she arrived, pushing through the students and making her way towards Phoebe after hearing of the punishment these LUNATICS had felt the need to bestow upon her. She found her almost immediately and grabbed her hand, taking it away from her face so she could properly assess the damage. Were those cultists still around? She didn't care. Her job was to heal the students - and no hooded clowns were going to get in her way.
She waved her wand, and the bleeding stopped immediately from her injured mouth. As for the teeth...she frowned. "I'll need you to come to the hospital wing in order to fix those up properly," she muttered softly. She hadn't brought Skele-Gro down with her, which...was likely going to be the best way to fix it, albeit a bit painful. She waved her wand yet again, fixing all the odd angles in her fingers, although a lingering pain was probably going to be there for a few days. "How are you feeling?" she asked her now that she had the majorly obvious injuries fixed up.
__________________
I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid
Made of Awesome | Ern-la the Best-wa | TZ's Apogee
Quote:
Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom
Gabi knew - she just KNEW - that it was only a matter of time until someone got seriously hurt around here. She had hurried as fast as she could to the grounds after she got Williamson's message, a few of the standard injury potions clanking around in her bag as she ran.
"Where is she?" she demanded curtly as she arrived, pushing through the students and making her way towards Phoebe after hearing of the punishment these LUNATICS had felt the need to bestow upon her. She found her almost immediately and grabbed her hand, taking it away from her face so she could properly assess the damage. Were those cultists still around? She didn't care. Her job was to heal the students - and no hooded clowns were going to get in her way.
She waved her wand, and the bleeding stopped immediately from her injured mouth. As for the teeth...she frowned. "I'll need you to come to the hospital wing in order to fix those up properly," she muttered softly. She hadn't brought Skele-Gro down with her, which...was likely going to be the best way to fix it, albeit a bit painful. She waved her wand yet again, fixing all the odd angles in her fingers, although a lingering pain was probably going to be there for a few days. "How are you feeling?" she asked her now that she had the majorly obvious injuries fixed up.
Phoebe was relieved to see the Healer appear through the crowd, and she pulled gently free from Yoyo at her approach. Her fingers continued to ache, even after healed, but it was so comforting to see them all pointing in the right direction. And bendable.
Even more comforting was the fact that her teeth could be fixed. Her mouth would stop aching and feeling like it was caving in on itself. Or maybe it was Recard's comforting tone and absolute confidence that everything was going to be okay. "Thank you." She pressed her fingers to her face. Better. Yes. "My chest hurts from where they threw me, but I can breathe okay. No broken ribs, I think."
Her classmates were disappearing into the maze, and Phoebe wondered if she was going to get any credit for this class. Fail her OWLs. Drop out of Hogwarts. Live under a bridge. Be eaten by trolls. She chewed her lip and gave Recard a sad face. "Where is Trent, Professor? We need him."
Fully convinced that she had bonded with the weasel and it would protect her--and vice versa--she stood back up, brushing real and imaginary dirt off her robes. She looked Quinn up and down, then pulled her mirror shard out of her pocket. She followed Quinn's gaze to see the Inquisitorial Squad go into the maze.
Yep. They were doomed.
Mamie didn't want to let this first year down, though. Surely they could do a little more to protect themselves. She donned her padding and sunglasses, feeling suddenly very cool with the sunglasses. She pulled her wand out and cast a softening charm on her padding. That would...that might help. "Do you know the cushioning or softening charm?" she asked her new friend softly. If not, she could help. Or try to help. It probably would not make this any more dangerous.
She eyed the mirror in her free hand...it would be nice if it had been a whole mirror. Her shard was kind of small... "Engorgio," she said, pointing her wand at the mirror and willing it to work on the fragment but not certain it would.
Quinn watched her as she cast the charm, but he shook his head. He didn't know much magic at all, really. "Uh, no, but... will a softening charm be good for protective padding?" Quinn thought about the cockatrice tearing through the padding and shuddered.
Quinn also watched as she cast another charm on her piece of mirror—the incantation sounded a lot like "engorge," so Quinn assumed it was some sort of enlargement spell.
Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic DoM & MO Alley Proprietor
Romanian Longhorn
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 39,343
Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Walles
Hufflepuff
Sixth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Sage Ransom-Kruus
Slytherin
Sixth Year
Ministry RPG Name:
Charles Hollingberry
Minister's Office
Ministry RPG Name:
Airey Flamsteed
Mysteries
Diagon Alley Employee:
Zachaël Lufkin
Owl Post
x12 x12
astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
SPOILER!!: Aboli :3
Quote:
Originally Posted by kayquilz
Aboli listened to Professor W carefully before starting toward the first crate to grab some protective gear when she felt a tug tug tug on her robes. She turned, her face still very hard, when her own blue eyes, only darker, met his much lighter ones. Her features softened. "Of course. Aries...Atlas??? right?" she asked, brushing his hair from his forehead with her gloved hand. "I remember your sorting. Twins," she smiled gently at him before pointing to the crates. "We need to gear up with the keeper gear...get some mirrors, but be careful because they're broken shards. Don't cut yourself." She took his hand and pat it softly. "Then we'll get us a pair of cool sunglasses, a weasel, and we'll be off. You want to control the weasel, and I'll have my wand?" she nudged him gently and tried to make it seem like having the weasel would be the COOOOOOL job.
She used to despise the younger years. Or maybe this new crew were less annoying because of the circumstances? Everything just felt so different, and Aboli couldn't explain this overwhelming urge to make sure they all were okay while also making sure SHE remained okay in order to make sure THEY stayed okay. She led him over to the first crate, grabbing two helmet things and the shoulder pads as well, passing the pair to Atlas!Aries first. "Hmm...what color sunglasses - oh snap they're all leaving - uh UH uh - " BLACK. Of course, duh. She quickly threw them onto her face, pushing them up her nose before grabbing the piece of mirror. Luckily she had her nifty gloves! Her worry for Atlas!Aries grew, though. "Please be careful with this, okay?" She passed him a piece. AND NOW THE WEASEL.
"Grab a weasel and let's goooOooo!" ONWARD. The old feeling of being excited and a little nervous for whatever Williams had in store had returned, and it almost felt normal for the seventh year. "Stay close, Flamsteed." There was the get around if she couldn't get his name right, ha!
To be honest, there was a bit of a reminder of Auntie Daphne in how the older girl carried herself...and Auntie Daphne was indestructible so it only made sense that he would be lulled towards that same energy. So there was great relief when she accepted his puppy dog eyed plea. At least at first.
"Atlas," he corrected with a bit of a twitch at his name being mentioned SECOND. Always second. Always. He was fine. "I---" he began but got cut off as the seventh year carried on with her agenda of getting ready WITHOUT introducing herself, by the way. He was feeling entirely too nervous about her changing her mind and abandoning him to The Hoods™ or the eventual cockatrice they encountered in the hedge maze to say anything though - because that is precisely what Auntie Daphne would do. It was also why he didn't point out that he already had his helmet on...and had sunglasses on...and had his mirror shard as she collected things for both of them. His stomach knotted a bit in agitation as well at some of the babying going on, he was 11 not 5, but it bode well that she was trying to take care of him. Doubly so.
...even if now he was concerned about her eyesight.
Atlas had some regrets. Some.
Putting the helmet back while she looked elsewhere but tucking the extra shard and glasses into the pocket of his robes juuuuuuust in case, he jumped to attention at the instruction to grab a weasel and...well...they were already looking rather ornery ... which posed a few problems. Namely that they were likely to bite and, well, Atlas kind of wished the older Slytherin had collected one since she had those gloves on. But...fear of abandonment kept his mouth shut and he moved over to survey the options. The remaining weasels looked like they wanted no part in any of this...so he sort of just stuck his hand in and waited to see which of them approached and gave his hand a sniff.
"...congratulations. You volunteered."
Grabbing the weasel by the scruff of the neck, which elicited some VERY displeased noises at first, Atlas cuddled it against his chest before moving to catch up with Not-Auntie-Daphne. And staying close was something he could do now...and so could the weasel who now had its head buried into his armpit. "...I am not sure there is much to control..." Atlas admitted while showing her the balled up creature in his arms. "...I don't think they want to walk." Let alone leave the crate. "...we're better off finding a jarvey once we're inside."
And he kind of just wanted to put this weasel BACK .. but ... he instead stroked along its spine. It could be a comfort weasel.
__________________
When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born withfire and gold in our eyes
Excuse you, Wendell, the best idea in Nem's speech, was all of them. All their ideas were great ideas, and the absolute best were the ones they did not even deign to share, so jot that down.
In what world was catching a cockatrice in a cage less entertaining than just setting a weasel or jarvey on it? Wayne's world, apparently. Nem's vague contempt was masked only by an inscrutable stare as he moved on to the next student.
And then... for the love of Merlin. Always something, wasn't there? Nem stared fixedly away as the chaos erupted, to all intents and purposes choosing to look away from what was probably considered a disturbing sight. Presumably. Couldn't tell for sure, on account of not seeing it. Nem just wanted to wait until they could get started, and - when they did - went ahead and grabbed a pair of sunglasses, which happened to have white framed, and some protective gear that looked like it would more or less fit.
No partnering up. Nem was perfectly content staying quiet, keeping to themselves, not engaging with anything but the lesson itself. Distancing themselves from this lot, ta very much.
Even Wilbur was getting himself threatened now. What a joke.
__________________
Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!
curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Quote:
Originally Posted by Cassirin
Phoebe was relieved to see the Healer appear through the crowd, and she pulled gently free from Yoyo at her approach. Her fingers continued to ache, even after healed, but it was so comforting to see them all pointing in the right direction. And bendable.
Even more comforting was the fact that her teeth could be fixed. Her mouth would stop aching and feeling like it was caving in on itself. Or maybe it was Recard's comforting tone and absolute confidence that everything was going to be okay. "Thank you." She pressed her fingers to her face. Better. Yes. "My chest hurts from where they threw me, but I can breathe okay. No broken ribs, I think."
Her classmates were disappearing into the maze, and Phoebe wondered if she was going to get any credit for this class. Fail her OWLs. Drop out of Hogwarts. Live under a bridge. Be eaten by trolls. She chewed her lip and gave Recard a sad face. "Where is Trent, Professor? We need him."
Gabi pursed her lips together in concern and nodded. "Well, after class is done we can have you come to the hospital wing with me. We'll fix up your teeth and do a full physical, I'll probably send you back to your dorm with some bruise paste..." she muttered, thinking out loud about what the Gryffindor had told her. She didn't want to pull her from class unless she felt like she really needed to, though.
UGH. HER HEART when Phoebe asked that last question. She bit her lip and shook her head, dropping her voice quietly. "I...I don't know, but I can only hope that wherever he is, he's ok," she said softly but the more time went on, the more she couldn't be sure that she was speaking the truth. She couldn't let any of the kids lose hope, though.
She paused and looked at Williamson. "Do you think I should stick around...just in case?" she asked him quietly as she walked up to him, eyeing the hooded figure he was talking too as she approached. Realistically, she couldn't be present at EVERY class to fix up any broken bones, but at the same time...she was starting to think her healer duty was going to end up taking over her professor duty this term.
__________________
I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid
Why did Avalon have a sinking feeling that what happened to poor Phoebe would probably be happening a lot more this term? The poor Gryffindor. Avalon was glad that Healer Reacard showed up quickly. It was hard to take in the sight of Phoebe's gnarled fingers.
The Ravenclaw went down the line of crates, grabbing the Quidditch-like padding, a pair of sunglasses, and a handful of mirror fragments. She didn't want to imagine how ridiculous she looked as she tugged them on. Tickling a weasel on its back before picking up its leash, she couldn't help but grin. They were so cute! "Hi little guy!"
She balanced a mirror piece on her arm and used a sticking charm to keep it in place. That way, if she came across the creature unexpectedly, she'd only have to stick out her arm. Much easier than digging through her pockets for a mirror fragment.
A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
Minjae knew those Hoods would punish Phoebe the moment he had seen her behavior toward them and his thoughts came true when he watched her get hit with a curse. Although he was too far away to truly see what had happened, he didn't think he wanted to know either. Just stay quiet. Don't defy them and he'd survive.
Survival. That was his main priority.
Walking over to the first crate, the Hufflepuff picked out his protective suit, grabbed a yellow pair of sunglasses cause it would match the yellow stripe on his robe and last chose a broken piece of mirror, careful not to cut his hand.
After suiting up, the seventh year walked over to where the weasels were leashed and kneeled down in front of one. "Hey little fella" the seventeen year old said softly as he held out his hand for the weasel to sniff at. "Wanna come with me?" he asked and smiled a little when the animal walked over his lap. Guess that was a yes.
Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
Her world had essentially slowed down. Everything was happening around her in slow motion and it was all sorta feeling kinda...hopeless. Emm had only JUST managed to subdue Kizzy and thought maybe she managed to salvage this...then Yoyo happened. Why did everyone wanna keep acting like they wanted to die? First Phoebe, then Kizzy...and now her own sister who was SUPPOSED to stand RIGHT NEXT TO HER and keep her safe.
It was...it was...infuriating.
Moose only added to that slow rising anger. Get up, he said. She couldn't. Apparently, Kinsay Cassandra James didn't KNOW HOW TO ACT unless she was pinned to the ground. Emmerson wasn't losing anyone today if she could help it.
Emm watched from the ground as the Healer was summoned, only mildly relieved the situation was resolved. No real way to feel good when the hoodie squad was still hanging around to break more teeth. At the Professor's request, the Second Year rose to her feet and yanked her friend up. "We're going in together." Not a request. She felt like she was going to lose her mind. Couldn't let Kizzy out of her sight in case death wishes were hereditary.
Emmerson moved from crate to crate, grabbing all the essentials. "Grab the weasel and we can go." Yes, she was taking charge til they were safe and sound back in the common room where she could have a good ole cry.
__________________
Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
INTO THE MAZE! Important notes here. Pls read this post. >:D
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Quote:
Originally Posted by Inquisitorial Squad
The two remaining hooded figures closed in on the professor with synchronized movements. Both were armed with their wands (one aspen and dragon heartstring, 14 inches, the other blackthorne and clabbert tooth, 13 1/2 inches).
Easily towering over the man, the two figures extended their long arms to point the tips of their wands over him. Then the larger of the two stepped forward, wordlessly warning him by placing its wand at his throat. There it hovered as if testing him to step out of line.
This behavior was unacceptable. The children would learn one way or another.
Without acknowledging his pathetic plea, they both turned and followed the children into the maze.
They would be watching.
Great, a wand to the throat. How predictable. Like this was so much worse than seeing a horde of trolls bear down on you or having a yeti grab you by the ankle and dangle you over the edge of a cliff. What was worse than the wands? The irritating reality that these hooded busybodies had to be wearing stilts. Or were they half-giants?! HOW were they taller than him?! He was almost six-and-half-feet tall! WITHOUT stilts! Head tilting back to avoid being nicked by the wand, saying NOTHING, Williamson threw as big a look of disgust as he could muster right back at them until they stepped back.
He tried hard not to snap his own wand from his irritated grip. He tucked it away instead, resisting the other desire to spit on the hoodies as they retreated into the maze. He whirled away from them, a furious scowl clouding up his now-red face.
Quote:
Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow
PHOEBE!
Her teeth. Her beautiful teeth. And her hands. She was hurt. They’d hurt her. They hurt FEEBS! Cece felt faint seeing the damage, and she’d seen bludgers to the face type damage, but this felt different. This was Feebs. Her Feebs. She wanted to scream. But she didn’t. She didn’t move or scream or speak. She just stared, hands balled into fists. Thank Merlin for Yoyo because she was useless right now.
...And now she was expected to do an activity? Knowing Phoebe was hurt. Seeing the dark dummies threatening Williamson like that? HOW?
She just stood fixed to the spot for a moment, trying to shake off the shock, but like, this was hard.
"Don't just stand there, Cece. You might want to move before they come after you too," he growled, giving her shoulder a small, gentle shake as he passed by to see Gabi.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom
She paused and looked at Williamson. "Do you think I should stick around...just in case?" she asked him quietly as she walked up to him, eyeing the hooded figure he was talking too as she approached. Realistically, she couldn't be present at EVERY class to fix up any broken bones, but at the same time...she was starting to think her healer duty was going to end up taking over her professor duty this term.
How did Phoebe look? Alive? Great. Willy couldn't look at her at the moment. He'd let her and all the kids down. He needed to get a grip on his fury, as now was NOT the time.
"Yes," came his terse reply, a muscle working in his jaw. "Uh, the creature in there... it can cause temporary blindness, if the kids aren't careful." He looked at Gabi with a deeply apologetic frown. "I'm sorry. They're just babies though... most kids will probably be fine if they wear the sunglasses."
Which reminded him... he needed to give the class a few last warnings before they took off.
"Listen up, everyone." Williamson cleared his throat to get their attention, but didn't raise his voice... much. He didn't want the watchers to hear these warnings necessarily. "You're about to head in. There are three BABY cockatrices in the maze, all three somewhat freshly hatched, all three far less deadly than their grown cousins." Think of the baby wampus they'd faced; it was practically harmless. "Use your jarveys and weasels to guide you. You just have to make it to the end of the maze. Uh, use spells. Don't try to KILL the cockatrices, alright, just... get around them. They can't kill you, for Merlin's sake, but it's still a good idea to avoid looking directly at them. Use your mirrors instead. If you need help, send up red sparks, but only if you ABSOLUTELY must be rescued." Because he wasn't sure he could get around to helping everyone before someone else in the maze go to them first.
And with that, he pointed to the start of the maze, where some of the branchy bushes moved aside to reveal a large opening: the entrance. "Good luck."
OOC: Right, main activity time! Don't RP for the jarveys or the cockatrices. I'll serve as a narrator of sorts to report on your progress. Just have fun!
__________________
yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
Assistant Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod DMLE & DMT
Ashwinder
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: #6e5f57 |#ff5470
Posts: 13,676
Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair
Hufflepuff
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans
Slytherin
First Year
Ministry RPG Name:
Tomasz Łaska
Law Enforcement
x10 x1
doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo
SPOILER!!: angry bestie
Quote:
Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
Her world had essentially slowed down. Everything was happening around her in slow motion and it was all sorta feeling kinda...hopeless. Emm had only JUST managed to subdue Kizzy and thought maybe she managed to salvage this...then Yoyo happened. Why did everyone wanna keep acting like they wanted to die? First Phoebe, then Kizzy...and now her own sister who was SUPPOSED to stand RIGHT NEXT TO HER and keep her safe.
It was...it was...infuriating.
Moose only added to that slow rising anger. Get up, he said. She couldn't. Apparently, Kinsay Cassandra James didn't KNOW HOW TO ACT unless she was pinned to the ground. Emmerson wasn't losing anyone today if she could help it.
Emm watched from the ground as the Healer was summoned, only mildly relieved the situation was resolved. No real way to feel good when the hoodie squad was still hanging around to break more teeth. At the Professor's request, the Second Year rose to her feet and yanked her friend up. "We're going in together." Not a request. She felt like she was going to lose her mind. Couldn't let Kizzy out of her sight in case death wishes were hereditary.
Emmerson moved from crate to crate, grabbing all the essentials. "Grab the weasel and we can go." Yes, she was taking charge til they were safe and sound back in the common room where she could have a good ole cry.
Hearing Moose’s plea and Professor Williamson address Emm, Kizzy knew they had to get up. But how were they meant to move forward with the lesson when HER SISTER was hurt?!?! Kizzy’s lips wibbled even more and more as her eyes continued to well up with tears that she was so desperately trying to blink back.
She didn't want to go into a maze! She wanted to give her sister a big hug and for her parents to come get them and for this whole horrible nightmare to end.
Kizzy looked up at Emm pathetically, rising to her feet when yanked. Even as Emmerson made her demands, Kinsay couldn't draw her eyes away from her older sister. She would have run over to the Healer and to Phoebe if it weren't for the fact that she could tell Emm was getting angry. Kinsay could feel it in her bones... and in Emm's voice. Making the best friend angry was a cardinal sin and it freaked Kizzy out a little bit, so she sniffled and scurried over to the crates with weasels to grab one.
Poor things looked just as scared and upset as Kinsay felt. She scooped up the cutest and littlest one she could see and held it (very tightly) (maybe too tightly) to her chest with one hand and held onto its leash with her other hand before quietly making her way back over to Emmerson. She didn't dare utter another word either, incase the hooded people were nearby. That and she couldn't think about anything other than the image of a bloodied Fifi laying on the ground. Emmerson would definitely have to be the one leading them into the maze. And around the maze. Probably.
__________________
Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!
Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
SPOILER!!: Bestfrand
Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
Hearing Moose’s plea and Professor Williamson address Emm, Kizzy knew they had to get up. But how were they meant to move forward with the lesson when HER SISTER was hurt?!?! Kizzy’s lips wibbled even more and more as her eyes continued to well up with tears that she was so desperately trying to blink back.
She didn't want to go into a maze! She wanted to give her sister a big hug and for her parents to come get them and for this whole horrible nightmare to end.
Kizzy looked up at Emm pathetically, rising to her feet when yanked. Even as Emmerson made her demands, Kinsay couldn't draw her eyes away from her older sister. She would have run over to the Healer and to Phoebe if it weren't for the fact that she could tell Emm was getting angry. Kinsay could feel it in her bones... and in Emm's voice. Making the best friend angry was a cardinal sin and it freaked Kizzy out a little bit, so she sniffled and scurried over to the crates with weasels to grab one.
Poor things looked just as scared and upset as Kinsay felt. She scooped up the cutest and littlest one she could see and held it (very tightly) (maybe too tightly) to her chest with one hand and held onto its leash with her other hand before quietly making her way back over to Emmerson. She didn't dare utter another word either, incase the hooded people were nearby. That and she couldn't think about anything other than the image of a bloodied Fifi laying on the ground. Emmerson would definitely have to be the one leading them into the maze. And around the maze. Probably.
Three cockatrices sounded like three too many if you asked her, especially when she had to be on babysitting duty for Kizzy until her friend regained her senses.
Emm nodded along to the Professor's warnings and instructions, already...sorta...planning to shoot red sparks at the first sign of danger. There was too much in the castle this term that was trying to kill them. At the first sign that the Professor's lesson was trying to make that list, her wand would be up.
The Second Year popped her glasses on then nodded toward the maze. "C'mon. Maybe we'll get lucky and take a turn that leads all the way through cockatrice free." Wishful thinking but she would cling to it for as long as she could.
Soooo...into the maze then.
__________________
Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
Quinn let out a sigh of relief. This whole time he thought it would be a full-grown murderous cockatrice. He was glad that it was just baby cockatrices, but he still wasn't so eager to go in the maze. He just wasn't as afraid of death as he was before.
Quinn set his weasel down in the grown. It yawned and crawled over to his foot, laying down on it. "Ah, no, you can't go to sleep right now, lil' buddy," he said, shaking his foot lightly, "we've got a maze to go through. And cockatrices to avoid."
Quinn looked over at Mamie. "So... are you ready to go in?"
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Claudine really did fear for Williamson when two of The Hoods pointed their wands at him. She had gripped her wand tightly without even realising it but what would she even do if Williamson had been attacked? Make an attack of her own? Maybe. Anyway, a crisis averted, they were going to be moving on.
Oh! Baby cockatrices! Despite the impending danger, this creature lover couldn’t help but be somewhat excited. This would mean that the class wasn’t in as much danger as could be. Still, it helped that her Head of House was around.
Shades on? Yes. Mirror and wand at the ready? Uh huh. Weasel eager as she was? “Ready, Charlie?’’ Charlie tugged on his leash urging Claudine forward. Yes, he seemed eager. Into the maze they went. With any luck, maybe the cockatrices would attack The Hoods. A girl could dream, right? The fifth year took cautious steps forward, urging Charlie to not be hasty. “Don’t want a cockatrice jumping you,’’ she told him.
Assistant Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod DMLE & DMT
Ashwinder
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: #6e5f57 |#ff5470
Posts: 13,676
Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair
Hufflepuff
Second Year
Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans
Slytherin
First Year
Ministry RPG Name:
Tomasz Łaska
Law Enforcement
x10 x1
doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo
SPOILER!!: voice of reason
Quote:
Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
Three cockatrices sounded like three too many if you asked her, especially when she had to be on babysitting duty for Kizzy until her friend regained her senses.
Emm nodded along to the Professor's warnings and instructions, already...sorta...planning to shoot red sparks at the first sign of danger. There was too much in the castle this term that was trying to kill them. At the first sign that the Professor's lesson was trying to make that list, her wand would be up.
The Second Year popped her glasses on then nodded toward the maze. "C'mon. Maybe we'll get lucky and take a turn that leads all the way through cockatrice free." Wishful thinking but she would cling to it for as long as she could.
Soooo...into the maze then.
Three cockatrices sounded too many to Kizzy too, but she was slightly glazed over and maybe not paying as much attention to instructions as she ought to have been. Especially considering they were dealing with a creature that had a lot of X's
Finally she set the poor little weasel that she may have almost suffocated on the ground and then slid on her sunglasses too.
"Yeah, maybe," she nodded (still feeling numb) and followed into the maze. Their weasel just as reluctant as Kizzy to go inside. "Is it supposed to be like this? Maybe he's broken." Tug. Tug. Tug.
C'moooon weasel! Come ooooonnnn!!
__________________
Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!
Hiss!Roar!Growl!Caw! | Hermione's Double | The Little Three | Alecate
Text Cut: Avalon!
Quote:
Originally Posted by Fireheart
Why did Avalon have a sinking feeling that what happened to poor Phoebe would probably be happening a lot more this term? The poor Gryffindor. Avalon was glad that Healer Reacard showed up quickly. It was hard to take in the sight of Phoebe's gnarled fingers.
The Ravenclaw went down the line of crates, grabbing the Quidditch-like padding, a pair of sunglasses, and a handful of mirror fragments. She didn't want to imagine how ridiculous she looked as she tugged them on. Tickling a weasel on its back before picking up its leash, she couldn't help but grin. They were so cute! "Hi little guy!"
She balanced a mirror piece on her arm and used a sticking charm to keep it in place. That way, if she came across the creature unexpectedly, she'd only have to stick out her arm. Much easier than digging through her pockets for a mirror fragment.
Nobody had taken her up on her offer to partner up with them, but she didn't take it personally. Not having a partner was seriously the least of her worries right now. It would have been nice to have one, but... Just as she was thinking that, she happened to spot an older Ravenclaw girl who didn't have a partner. "Want to partner up?" she asked, walking over to the girl. "I'm Delilah." She picked up a few of the mirror fragments, making a mental note to ask the girl how to stick them to her like she'd just seen her do.
Delilah overheard what the professor said to Cece, and not wanting the hooded figures to come after her, too, she headed toward the maze. Hopefully the Ravenclaw girl would follow her. Delilah had no idea why she was acting so brave right now. She literally had no desire to come face to face with this creature. Why were they even learning about such a dangerous creature anyway?! Wasn't the school in general dangerous enough?!
She didn't know how to send up red sparks, but hopefully her new partner did. And if the girl didn't follow Delilah into the maze and stick by her, the first year assumed a blood-curdling yell would also suffice. Anyway, the next step forward put her into the maze.
Made of Awesome | Ern-la the Best-wa | TZ's Apogee
Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
Three cockatrices sounded too many to Kizzy too, but she was slightly glazed over and maybe not paying as much attention to instructions as she ought to have been. Especially considering they were dealing with a creature that had a lot of X's
Finally she set the poor little weasel that she may have almost suffocated on the ground and then slid on her sunglasses too.
"Yeah, maybe," she nodded (still feeling numb) and followed into the maze. Their weasel just as reluctant as Kizzy to go inside. "Is it supposed to be like this? Maybe he's broken." Tug. Tug. Tug.
C'moooon weasel! Come ooooonnnn!!
Phoebe smiled gratefully (if wobbly) at Healer Professor Lady Herself and gave her fingers a tentative wave to show they were really much better. Much much. "I'll see you after class," she agreed, shadowing the Healer's footsteps as she joined Professor Jawline entering the maze.
"I'm sorry I sassed them, sir. I won't do it again. I overestimated my wit and underestimated their seriousness." And she appreciated that he hadn't taken points and thrown her out of class for putting everyone else into danger. Whiiiiich she really had deserved. Not one to press her luck, she limped off to grab protective gear before following the rest of the class into the maze.
And since she'd missed the opportunity to grab a partner... look at those two little walnuts in need of some love and protection. "I'm just going to follow you and let you do the work. I brought my own mirror, but you have to share your weasel."
Ash was not sure if she wanted to go in. But she didn't have a choice. SHe wished her friend was here, so that he could give her a big hug and hold her hand. But her best friend was a muggle, and nobody here was going to hold her hand. She took a deep breath, turning to Tadhg. "You ready?" She stepped forward into the maze. "We ought to leave a trail, so we know where we've been. We could do this methodically."
Mamie shrugged. She thought the softening charm might make her padding more...padded. She was a little unclear how the padding would help anyway. At least this way, if the scary Inquisitorial Squad people threw her on the ground, she'd have extra padding.
She noticed Pprofessor Recard arrive to help Phoebe, and apparently she was going to stick around. That made her feel better, with the bad adults having gone into the maze too. She listened intently as Williamson explained the maze. She was very relieved that it was just some baby cockatrices. At this point, she was more afraid of the Neo...something people.
Quote:
Originally Posted by NiallNIP
Quinn let out a sigh of relief. This whole time he thought it would be a full-grown murderous cockatrice. He was glad that it was just baby cockatrices, but he still wasn't so eager to go in the maze. He just wasn't as afraid of death as he was before.
Quinn set his weasel down in the grown. It yawned and crawled over to his foot, laying down on it. "Ah, no, you can't go to sleep right now, lil' buddy," he said, shaking his foot lightly, "we've got a maze to go through. And cockatrices to avoid."
Quinn looked over at Mamie. "So... are you ready to go in?"
She nodded to Quinn, then looked down at her weasel to make sure it was ready, too. Oh. Hers was hiding between her feet. She nudged it slightly, and cooed gently down at it to try to reassure it. "Lead the way," she told the weasel, holding up the possibly slightly larger mirror fragment in her leash hand and adjusting her sunglasses.
Following/urging the weasel into the maze, she glanced back at Quinn. "Let's go!" she said. "We can use the mirror for corners, so we don't accidentally look at the babies."
Morgan had not only been horrified by what those hooded hooligans did to Phoebe, but he was incensed. There were plenty of hexes he was just itching to send their way, all of them, and then something extra special to the one who purposely hurt her. But... realistically, what could he do? Nothing. That's what he did and he felt like a coward for it, even if he knew it would be reckless to try and take them on. What would they do if a bunch of students banded together though?
It wasn't a thought that he entertained very long, though he would be sure to revisit later, because the healer showed up and class was apparently moving on. He hadn't even had proper time to be excited about playing with a cockatrice today!
Morgan hadn't quite been paying attention to Williamson and any crucial directions or helpful tips he might have been giving them, so hopefully he wasn't about to meet his untimely demise for being careless. He started gathering the supplies, following the lead of everyone else, when he heard Williamson mention jarveys.
"Will Ferret Bueller be in there?" His buddy! He blurted that out just in time to see the hooded menaces threaten his teacher with a wand. Wow.. just... could they leave now? But great, they'd apparently be hanging out in the maze with them. Maybe they could be eaten by a cockatrice.
Morgan grabbed a weasel just in case, but he secretly hoped his favorite jarvey was available once he got inside. Mirror shard and wand at the ready, he followed the class into the maze. He didn't immediately grab a partner, but he maybe he'd catch up to a friend.
__________________
started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line
.jpg)
CoMC Lesson 1: The Cockatrice 
x12 
x12
