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CoMC Lesson 2: The Field Trip
On a very gloomy and overcast Friday morning in January 2104, as a soft and moody mist seems to settle over the entire school, Professor William Williamson is up bright and early. He is stomping around the fenced-off Creatures classroom in an old dragonhide jacket (made from a dragon who passed of natural causes, of course), checking on what looks like little piles of rubbish everywhere, and occasionally stopping to sip from a stupid little teacup of black coffee. The teacup looks absurd in his large hand, but, ya know, they'd taken his Muggle thermos from him so what could he do. "Once again, and I know I say this a lot, but don't touch anything," he growls at the students as they come in, eying them from behind the rim of his steaming cup. Now it becomes apparent that you should pick an old boot, broken broom, rusty tea kettle, or something similar and go stand by it. "Just gather in groups of four or so. Muggleborns THAT way though." He points grumpily to two pitchforks stuck in the ground in a pile of mud. How delightful. Checking his watch, Williamson lets out an impatient sigh. Apparently he has to wait for his "chaperones" to get here before they begin. Lesson Progression: |
Minjae's mood lately was reflected in the weather today. Dark and gloomy. His only source of light was that it was Friday right now which meant that it would be weekend soon. Two whole days of not having to hear how awful his bloodline was. He couldn't wait. For now though, the Hufflepuff entered the area where class was being held with his hands in his robe pockets. He secretly hoped that they could all have the same activity for once but his hopes had been crushed yet again when he heard that the muggleborns were supposed to stand near a pile of mud and pitchforks. Oh he got the symbolism all right... "Professor" he greeted, it was the only thing he could say because he was afraid he would lash out again. The seventh year clenched his jaw, looking annoyed but without a word he walked over to the pile of mud and waited for his fellow muggleborns. |
Standing by an old boot Fiona had donned her dragonhide gloves and currently had her hands in the pockets of her robes for extra warmth. As she reached the lesson, she politely nodded at Professor Williamson and greeted him with a, "Morning, Professor." Being Pureblood, Fiona made her way to an old boot and stood next to it waiting for more arrivals. She spotted Minjae standing at the mud pile but said and did nothing because certain hooded dark wizards might be lurking around. |
"Hello professor. Are you drinking coffee out of that teacup?" Weird. She walked over to stand next to Minjae. "Are these portkeys? Do you think the mud is the portkey or the pitchfork is the portkey? Because the symbolism only works if the mud is a portkey. How am I supposed to be offended by a pitchfork?" Made no sense. There was nothing wrong with pitchforks. "Don't worry Minjae, our blood is made of blood. I know that because I've actually taken a biology class. And you need real blood to live." She winked. See? She had jokes. But she got quiet after that, but in case the cult rolled up. She also had self-preservation. "We can be buddies on the field trip." |
The dark and dreary weather conditions weren't really anything new this time of year. Dahlia was used to it and her attire was taken into consideration for it this time. She had asked her big sister to cast a weathering charm on her robes in case of potential rain as well as her shoes. In her bag was her dragonhide gloves and anything else she might end up needing for the lesson. The warning not to touch anything didn't come as a surprise anymore, nor did the muggles being separated from the rest of the class. It was all getting to be fairly routine and this only made her even more sad. When was it all going to end? When was help going to come and stop all of this so they could learn how they were supposed? Lia had come to believe that help wasn't coming... not anytime soon. They were all in this themselves and had to help one another the best they could, usually by keeping their mouths shut. "Good morning, Professor," Dahlia whispered softly, a tiny momentary hint of a smile on her lips. Creatures was still at the top of her list of things she loved. Without another sound she went to stand near that rusty tea kettle and waited for any further instructions. |
@ broken broom Were her dragonhide gloves made from a dragon who died of natural causes? Irithel had no idea. As she entered the fenced-off area for Care of Magical Creatures, wearing warm winter clothes and gloves, she had a random thought to visit Madam Malkin's this summer and ask about their production method. The sight of rubbish everywhere around her jolted her out of her thoughts. They looked like they were completely unrelated to this subject, so they must be - Portkeys! Dang it, Ashley beat her to it. Annoyed that she missed a perfect chance to show off, she turned to greet WWW and had to stifle a giggle. He looked grumpy as usual, but the cute little teacup was new. Was this also a Neo-Alliance thing? Hehehe. "Hi, Professor. Do you think it will rain?" she said instead of pointing out the teacup. Talking about the weather, classic. She did bring an umbrella just in case, and she held it up to show him before following his instruction to stand by a broken broom. When she heard that Muggle-borns were to gather somewhere else, she glanced over at ... the pile of mud. That wiped the smile off her face. She looked away from Minjae and Ashley and tried to tune out her roommate's theory about mud and blood. |
Portkeys? The Hufflepuff looked at the objects for the first time and shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe? We'll see" he said to Ashley as she stood next to him near the pile of mud. "Would Headmaster Rosier allow portkeys though?" ugh he wanted to gag having to call that tyrant a headmaster but he was in class and he was very positive The Hoods were watching as well. He smiled a little at the Ravenclaw as she brought up the blood thing and being buddies for this lesson . Honestly though, this kid wasn't bad. He mentally added Ashley to the list of people he would protect at all cost. |
old boot! ...Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Cece got it, she did. This place wasn't exactly feeling like home lately, but still. She sort of wished Professor Williamson could, like, try for happy. Pretend for a while. It would do a lot to help settle the uneasiness that always accompanied her when she went to lessons these days. You just never knew what kind of awful thing you were going to have to pretend to approve of, or take part in. You never knew who was next to be hexed. Seeing how much it was impacting the professors only added to the weight of that dread. "Hey Professor," She said quietly, offering him the ghost of a smile. It only lasted a moment, especially when she saw where the muggleborns were expected to stand. She hated this term so much. After wilting like a sad cece flower, the fifth year wandered over to the old boot and hugged her arms. |
It was a dreary day and Camryn tried not to let the weather color her mood. She genuinely liked Care of Magicial Creatures class and was hoping for all to go well today. The animals didn’t care who was muggle born or pure blood. They treated everyone the same way. Why people couldn’t do the same, she wasn’t sure. Arriving at class, Cam said, “Hello Professor”. He sounded a little grumpy, but the Gryffindor had no intention of touching anything without permission. She realized that they were supposed to stand near one of several what she assumed to be portkeys. Choosing the rusty tea kettle, Camryn stood next to it and near her fellow first year (Dahlia). Giving the Ravenclaw a smile, she waited to find out what was up. |
Adam was finding that Care of Magical Creatures was becoming a small escape from the chaos of the castle for him - even though Williamson seemed a bit grumpy as of late. As soon as he saw the piles of rubbish, Adam felt himself GRINNING with excitement. Did this mean they were traveling somewhere?! Finding a crumpled up newspaper and stood next to it, bouncing excitedly. He was going to say hi to Williamson but...he seemed grumpy again. So. Nevermind. |
Old boot ^_^ It looked like it was going to be a very depressing day. Weather-wise, of course. Claudine? There were mixed feelings about her today but she definitely was leaning towards being more excited for the prospect of the lesson. It was one of her favourite subjects, after all. “Hi, professor,’’ the fifth year called cheerfully to the professor. He was grumpier today, in her opinion. She glanced towards Minjae, Ashley and the other muggleborns and immediately felt sorry for them. Who knew what humiliation they’d have to face today. Claudine made her way over to Fiona and Cecelia. “Hi, guys.’’ As for touching stuff… yeah, there’d be none of that from her unless necessary. |
Had anyone told Weasley yet that he looked frankly ridiculous, drinking from a tiny teacup in his giant plate hands? No? Someone ought to. Not Nem, though. Nem was far too nice. Or whatever. "Don't touch anything," they intoneded along with Wilbur as they entered the fenced off area. "Wouldn't dream of it, sir." That was his greeting, by the way. Nem barely spared the old dinosaur another glance as they headed for an old tyre, purely because it was near the perimeter of the area, and they could half-perch on the nearby fence while they waited for things to kick off. They'd gone without the hat and gloves today, but had a pair of dragonhide gloves tucked under one arm while they kept their hands shoved in their pockets. Nem also had their collar up to ward off the cold, and had long since charmed their clothes to insulate, but that interminable chill was going nowhere. Could do with a fire out here. |
Mamie was here. And she'd remembered her dragonhide gloves, and even learned how to use the impervius charm on her cloak and shoes, to keep any theoretical or literal rain off. She mustered with her fellow Muggleborns Minjae and Ashley by the mud pile and pitchforks. But...the junk on the ground reminded her of last year's yeti field trip. Where they going somewhere? Didn't they have to have permission to leave the school grounds? She wondered how anybody could get permission slips signed without being able to owl their parents. Clearly the Muggleborns were just going to shovel mud, though, so she supposed it didn't matter. She pulled her own hood up over her head for warmth, pocketed her hands, and waited quietly. |
hi,Cece. Aboli had come prepared, W. She had waterproofed herself and her robes, worn her feaux dragon leather gloves, AND had her wand in her hand, twirling it away as she approached the area. She wouldn't be caught dead wearing a real dragon. She settled in near Cece Summers, someone she had grown from dislike to like as of late. She didn't verbally greet her, but she did nod in her direction. Nem's commentary as they entered was as irritating as ever. Most things lately, though, were as irritating as ever. "Good day, Professor," she said as she stopped twirling her wand momentarily. She liked to keep it close to her grasp these days. She had been working on her reflexes with collecting it from her holster as well. Aboli Song was prepared. For what? Well. Ahem. The muggleborns being treated poorly during lessons was getting old fast. Aboli could feel her chest hurting. |
Ivy generally tried not act all glum and sullen all the time, but it was harder on days like this when the weather itself was acting that way, cold and gloomy and sad. The Muggleborn students being singled out never helped her mood either, especially when they had to stand by a pile of...mud. Not to mention the constant reminder that it was that she still couldn't do anything about it. The sight of the rubbish, however, was...intriguing. Portkeys? Another field trip? That idea should have been exciting, but what sort of field trip would be approved by the Alliance? Well, she'd find out soon. No point in worrying about it right now. "Hello, Professor." She managed a brief smile before taking a spot next to Irithel and the broken broom. |
This field trip was an important occasion, and the Inquisitorial Squad was here to ensure everything went according to plan. The Neo-Alliance's plan, not the professor's. A swarm of hooded figures descended on the Creatures class like a dark cloud, spreading out among the students. One figure stood behind each portkey, while two others flanked the professor. Their wands remained hidden for now. How long that would be the case depended on the professor and the students. No funny business, and nobody gets hurt |
Louise didn't need the bad weather to feel glum - she felt glum all the time these days. She missed her mum and her dad, she missed her best friend. She missed freedom. She hated being holed up in the castle and this term was significantly worse, for obvious reasons. The only thing she had been looking forward to today was attending "Hi professor," the young redhead greeted quietly as she joined her classmates around the piles of junk, her eyes wandering briefly to the pitchforks where the muggleborn students were supposed to gather. Louise settled on standing next to an old boot, her hands tucked into her pockets, eyeing the hooded figures as they spread out to stand at each item. That was a bit unsettling, wasn't it? |
with Camryn and Dahlia :3 Even when The Hoods™ were around, Care of Magical Creatures class continued to be a safe space for Atlas. Even IF he had witnessed a Killing Curse and quite literally knew just how terribly things could go and what was possible, the first year still felt less on edge and less like he was forcing attendance. Perhaps it was because he had broken down and cried in front of the professor Taking the tiny tea cup as a hint - because why else would the bear of a man use something so unbalanced? - Atlas smiled and gave the man a double thumbs up before he made his way through all the rubbish until he came upon two of his peers with a rusty kettle. Tea. Rusty tea kettle. He got you, professor. He did find it kind of...ironic, or perhaps another hidden message to the muggleborns Anyway. "Hey," he greeted the two girls, scooting in a little closer to Camryn for no other reason than that was the way his walking bath had taken him. And perhaps another couple of scoots closer because Rosier lacky hovering near this portkey was more unsettling than he really wanted to admit to. He had...a bad bad feeling about this. Traveling by portkey WITH these people? This...couldn't be good. |
Quinn sighs as he walks up to the class. Ah, more casual mistreatment of the Muggleborns. Nothing to see here. Quinn's nerves were beyond grated at this point. He was barely even learning anything in class anymore; it was like what little standing he had left in the school was slowly being stripped away. Well, Rosier, you wouldn't be taking down Quinn's self-esteem. Only he could do that. You'd just been making him angry. He sauntered over to the pile of mud with a small wave directed at the Professor; Quinn had gotten more fond of him after the Boars, so he tried his best not to look disappointed that he couldn't attend whatever trip this would be. But, it would probably be some scary dangerous monster, and Quinn was fine about not coming face-to-face with another one of those. |
Everything was terrible and Kinsay didn't want to attend classes anymore. She wanted to cry ALL the time. She wouldn't. But she wanted to. It would be the easy way to go. Unfortunately she didn't have much of a choice in the matter, so she managed to drag her feet to- O__________________________O Nope. All it took was seeing the Hoods(TM) and she was ready to turn right back around. Only she knew that would make things worse. So for the sake of her safety (and her face), she silently moved inside trying not to look as terrorized as she felt. She was tunnel visioned in on Cece, whom she moved towards silently. There'd be no hellos from this second year. Just a whole lot of clinging. Hopefully Professor Williamson would understand. It was also hard to look him in the eyes after the Incident. There were a lot of things that were harder to do after then. |
*sigh* As of lately Tadhg's mood matched the gloomy and overcast sky today, he was sad about how his Muggleborn friends were treated, he wanted nothing more then to help them. What made it worse and hurt him that he couldn't, he couldn't cause he might get hurt or worse killed. His mind elsewhere he walked towards Care of Magical Creatures class was taking place, first thing he noticed was the junk here and there, must be portkeys. His eyes looking around he noticed the hooded figures, oh... lovely what joy having them here as always.... not! His robe and shoes with charms to make them waterproof he walked towards Professor Williamson and nodded. "Hello Professor, hope your well looks like it might rain." Seeing Dahlia by a rusty old tea kettle he gave her a quick smile and stood beside her. Shooting a look at his friend Quinn a sympathetic look and frown as he stood by the pile of mud and pitchforks. Clenching his fist he felt his blood boil in rage at the sight of it. |
Heath trudged along the path, paying no mind to the dreary conditions. Inclement weather was the least of his worries! He was prepared with warm winter clothes and waterproofing charms, and besides, the mist was practically the only thing about this day that didn't give him a weird vibe! He blinked, unsure what to make of the scene in front of him as his eyes darted from the professor (and his teacup) to the assortment of rubbish, then to the hoods spread out. It took him all of two seconds to figure out what the rubbish was for, and his blood ran cold. Any other time, he would be excited to go on a field trip, but the hoods’ presence put a damper on his mood. Why would Rosier allow a field trip after he’d gone to such extreme measures to cut them off from the outside world? There was only one reason he could think of, and Merlin, he hoped he was wrong! He was caught off guard by the professor’s growl, but he could hardly blame him for being on edge. “Hello, Professor,” he greeted, nodding politely in acknowledgement. Heath’s first instinct was to beeline for Claudine at the old boot, but it looked crowded there. Williamson said gather in groups of four, and he was pretty sure there were more than four there already. Not wanting to make trouble, he joined a couple of his younger housemates (Irithel & Ivy) at the broken broom instead. |
Eden didn't want to go to Care of Magical Creatures. Or any class, for that matter. It sucked here. Alas, she was a twelve year old in a castle full of maniacal may-be-murderers, so she had to at least kind of do what she was told, hard as that may be. So despite having to see The Tallest and The Butteriest once more (thief!!!), and despite knowing she probably wasn't going on the field trip, here she was. Eden almost didn't greet the professor, Eden went and stood by Quinn. He didn't have to talk to her, but she was really going crazy and really hoped he would. |
Quinn looked down at the mud at his feet. Were they really supposed to just... move this? The whole class period? He couldn't not do it, either, with the Hoods hanging about. Fuuuunnnnn. As he looked up he caught Tadhg's eye. He gave a side-frown and shrugged. Yeah, he didn't like it, either, but he was used to mistreatment at this point. And being treated badly didn't reflect on him, it reflected on those that mistreated him. Every time something like this would come up, he would think about his talk with Aboli: the persecutors will become the persecuted. Quinn just had to wait until that time came. As Eden stood by him, Quinn looked back down at the mud. They still hadn't talked—mostly because Quinn still hadn't broached the subject, and didn't know how—but it was kinda awkward every time they were around each other. But... Quinn missed his friend. And they were about to be pitchforking mud together for who-knows-how-long, so... now was probably a good time. "...E-eden..." he started, still looking down at the mud, "...I....I don't wanna be mad anymore..!" he said, and his voice broke a little bit as tears welled up in his eyes. |
Eden couldn't help but release the breath she'd been holding. She really, really, really wanted her friend back. Nobody else was the same. Her voice was a nervous whisper. "I don't either. Everything sucks...and...Imissyou." Annnd there were tears. From Quinn, not her. Eden didn't cry |
Quinn breathed a sigh of relief—she still actually wanted to be his friend! "I miss you too!" he cried, hugging her hard. He didn't much care right now about her personal boundaries, he wanted to hug his for-sure-friend. They still hadn't actually talked about what happened, but... that could come later. He just wanted to be on good terms again. |
old boot. Cecelia (and Claudine/Fiona too) Apollo was anxious as per usual of attending classes. He mostly just tried to keep his head down and not make any waves. Care of Magical Creatures wasn't too bad because the professor had worked with with his grandfather, but the presence of the creepy hooded guys had him on edge. Offering the Professor a weak smile, he felt horrible for the muggleborns being sentenced off to the side with the pitchforks. A knot turned in his stomach, but what could he do? He found comfort in the pretty older Gryffindor girl, Cecelia, making his way over to stand be side her and the old boot. |
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"Stick with your group, especially if I assigned you to a new one," Williamson bellowed firstly, which was apparently his chosen attention-getter for today's lesson. "We WILL be traveling by portkey today to see some dragons. The portkeys are charmed just like last year, but won't work until a certain time. You know the drill. You're all... wizards here. So hurry up and answer this question, alright?" He took a breath and rubbed at his temples with one hand. This school year was the absolute worst. "First question: Tell me everything you know about dragons. And I mean... everything." And he'd try his best to keep his obvious bias toward and adoration of dragons... out of things, because he really needed to stay harsh and focused today if they were all going to survive this Merlin-forsaken field trip. |
Broom group? (or wherever) Violet had become rather interested in Magical Creatures over the past two terms, but she never much like any class that required her to get up and about early in the morning. She was standing near some other students, wishing the Professor wouldn't tell them not to touch anything because that always made her want to, looking at the various objects lying around on the ground, and trying not to yawn. Suddenly she realized Williamson had assigned them in groups to each object and she had been so preoccupied that she hadn't heard her name, so she just moved closer to the group nearest to her. Looking down, she saw their object was a flying broom--just her luck, she'd be glad if she never had to look at a broom again after her last class. |
Old Boot Group (and mention of Kiz before she was booted-get it? Hehe) Cece didn’t talk to the members of her group much because the hooded scaries were here and she didn’t want to risk it. She did manage a faint smile, though. She also pulled Kinsay in for a side squish before she was so rudely asked to leave. Honestly? How was Cece supposed to look after her now? She’d have to do her best to do so from afar. At least talking about dragons was a good distraction. How much did Cece KNOW about dragons? Well...maybe TOO much. Her mum talked a lot, did Williamson know? And dragons were one of her favorite subjects to talk about, too. ”Dragons hatch from eggs, Professor. They’re not able to fly or breathe fire straight away, but they’re considered, like, properly mature after only a few years of life. Not like people. Mum says some people aren’t mature even when they’re super old.” |
old tYre club - congrats n condolences Joy of joys. Bad time to point out they were generally never considered for taking on babysitting duties back home? It was unlikely to get them out of being in charge of Limpet and co, so Nem refrained. They did, however, slide back off the fence again, and took a half-step closer to the tyre. "Sorry, sir. Just needed a rest." And, for the record, every time. Weasley would have to tell them every single time. It was fun. "I'll watch over them like I would my own siblings." Sure, sure. Rent-a-Snitch had made it too, and this - or, more specifically their appearance (not surprising), and the way they were spaced throughout the class (also not surprising), combined with the obvious bit with the portkeys (actually surprising) - had suddenly piqued Nem's interest. Not enough, however, to make them miss Walter White all but slam-dunking that ridiculous tea cup into the ground. They coughed, more a clearing of the throat than anything, and said nothing more of it. So nice. Portkeys for real then. Interesting, given they way they'd all been trapped within the school boundaries thus far, with no exceptions. Getting to the point though, Wilson could not have it both ways - he wanted to hear everything, but he wanted them to hurry. Tsk. Nem raised their hand to provide something, at least. "Dragonhide has incredible durability and resistance against spells, while not being too heavy or cumbersome, that's why it's used in gloves, wand holsters, boots, jackets-" Nem's eyes flicked towards the jacket Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was wearing at that moment. "-stuff like that. Not perfect protection or anything, but dragons generally aren't a one-hit-wonder, like most other creatures." This time, Nem glanced pointedly at one of the hooded figures flanking Wilbur, and then back again to the brachiosaurus (allegedly) in charge. "Know what I mean?" |
Old Booth Crowd More students were joining those already gathered at the old boot. Most seem to be drawn because of Cecilia and mainly talked to her. Claudine couldn’t be more glad of this fact; or rather, the introvert in her was. Body language usually said a lot, right? Well, Claudine’s arms were now folded across her chest, and this body language said that she was uncomfortable, especially of the Hood standing at her chosen portkey. The sight of Heath did bring her some comfort and she suddenly wished that she were with him. Ohhh, thank goodness for Williamson. She was grateful that the group was split, even if it was for the sole reason that it was too big. Still irritated about the initial crowd at the portkey and the Hood, her arms remained crossed over her chest. Remind her to never be at exactly the same spot where Cecilia Summers was. Popular people were not good for her health. Also, Claudine could not help but stare at Williamson. Merlin. She couldn’t remember a time Williamson ever was so grumpy. Anyway. Dragons! How exciting! The Snakette took a deep breath as she willed herself to push all those negative emotions out of her. After all…dragons! There were so many facts about them; which should Claudine volunteer? Her hand was up a short while later: “A dragon's first fiery breath would come along when its about six months old. There’s normally thick and grey smoke with it.” |
Pitchforks group~ With Quinn , Eden and Mamie joining him and Ashley at the pitchforks Minjae felt incredibly awkward right now. With the age difference between the other Muggleborns and himself he really felt like a baby-sitter at the moment. He vaguely wondered what had happened between Quinn and Eden for them to have such an emotional Woah woah WOAH! Language! PROFESSOR! Minjae GLARED at the man as he began verbally attacking Ashley, even threatening her for what? For speaking? "That was uncalled for, Professor!" He said, still looking at the Professor with a fixed glare. Lately he had been standing up to injustice more and it was probably a stupid thing to do but he didn't care anymore. He was getting really tired of some of the staff treating them like vermin instead of standing up for them just because they were afraid of some tyrant. Bunch of cowards. Everyone at this school, The thought of seeing Dragons would have excited him on any other year, before the Alliance had taken control of the school but not now. Especially not when The Hoods suddenly appeared. His wand hand was twitching to do something incredibly stupid but he refrained himself. If he did anything, he would not only bring himself but also the younger ones in danger. Anyways, Dragons. "They're a level 5 classification to the ministry of magic" he said. "Meaning they are known wizard killers that are impossible to train or domesticate. There are some people who work with them though, they're called dragonologists." of course he knew more but what was the point in repeating what others had already said. |
we might be Tire(d), but at least we're with Nemesis Upstead uwu <3 ~ eee ~ ^_^ Kinsay found some comfort in being able to latch onto Cece.................. :wibbleface: Until she was told to move. If it weren't for the fact that she liked where she was being moved to, Kinsay would've given Professor WWW the biggest, saddest eyes EVER. As it was, however, she liked Nemesis Upstead. A lot. A lot, a lot. He was so nice to her always. And he was so good at magic. And she knew he'd protect her. So she wasted no time in making her way over to him and even less time in smiling up at him (even though she didn't feel all too smiley these days). "Hi, Nem." Could he tell how excited she was to be in his group? Because it was a lot. A lot, a lot. She gave him a side-squish and almost didn't let go. As for the question on dragons, Kinsay knew LOTS about them. She knew lots of stuff about lots of stuff. "Some wands are made with dragon heartstring cores. Mine is Swedish Short-Snout," incase Professor Williamson wanted to know. "They make it easy to learn spells and pack lots of raw power," she paused thoughtfully. That's what Mr. Victor had said. "Is that because dragons have the strongest magical qualities?" She asked, finally dropping her hand. Wait. Only a moment later did her hand go back up because also. "Does it hurt when wandmakers take their heartstrings?" Because Kinsay wasn't sure she liked that very much. |
SPOILER!!: Catchup + Old Tyre Club group? Or whichever is easier Doing her best to ignore the hooded figures, Ingrid locked her jaw in place and her eyes were set on Professor Williamson. As soon as he’d muttered the word dragons however, her eyes lit up and the tension in her face turned to that of wonder! Dragons! Hand shooting straight up into the air, Ingrid paused somewhat impatiently as she waited for the other students to answer the question first before eventually answering. She couldn’t help but smile at all of the other children and grin as they spouted out fact after fact about the marvellous creatures. One of her favourites in fact! “I want to work with dragons! was the first thing that came to the second year’s mind as she began to answer. “Or you know…keeping one as a pet would be seriously cool too although I guess that’s not really a good idea. Because of the whole untrainable thing”, her eyes now going to Minjae briefly, showing that she had been listening. “There are quite a few different types of breeds. My favourite is the Antipodean Opaleye. It’s so pretty” |
Could Quinn and Eden stop being wholesome and tearful until they weren't in danger? Actually, scratch that, they could all die at any moment. Also, why was the professor being a JERK today? She rolled her eyes and gave him an ironic thumbs up, internally cringing at Minjae standing up for her. Was he going to be killed in front of her.? She hoped not. "Some dragons are more dangerous than others, like the Hungarian Horntail or Norwegian Ridgeback. I like Antipodean Opaleyes though because they live in my area and look super cool. Also, a dragon attacked a beach full of muggles once, and this lady saved them...." She paused, looking at the hoodie squad. "...which was unfortunate. And she got an award or something, which was a .... ummm.... shame." Yeah. Nobody needed to get hurt right now. Not Ash, the kid who couldn't shut up. Not Minjae, the kid who was too brave. Not Eden or Quinn, the kids who cried and had reunions at the completely wrong time. Don't hurt us. Please. |
ole' boot Listen, W, Aboli indeed was NOT to be trifled with today. In fact, she was about to complain about the fact that she was in Kinsay's portkey group when he sent her away, which was lovely, but then she could FEEEEEEL his irritation about the five people to a group thing, especially by his tone, and when she glanced sideways, she scoffed. "Last I learned, this equals four people, Professor," she said coolly, quirking an eyebrow. "It's okay. You're probably tired." She shrugged an ATTITUDINAL shoulder at her as she turned to look at the old boot. It might have been a nice boot back in the day, much like Williamson. She supposed he was very handsome as a young man. Not that he wasn't handsome now, but Aboli didn't really like the whole "professors are hot" thing. It was weird. Her brain couldn't compute. It was interesting to see him threaten Ashley Fox. Aboli for the LIFE OF HER could not understand the child's desire to die. Her own survival instincts...Merlin. She slowly raised her hand. She resisted the urge to say that if she was lucky, one might MURDER her today before she had to attend anymore STUPID DA lessons, but alas, the hooded ones had arrived. "They're wild creatures. Some of my classmates might think they're safe to pet - which would NOT surprise me at this point - " a VERY judgmental glare in the direction of any first years she thought MIGHT just be that stupid "But I'd very much advise against that." Oh good golly gosh. Aboli was in rare form today. Was it rare if it was all she was like lately, though????? Also, the answer was easy. Aboli didn't have to think. She didn't feel like it today. |
Maybe broomstick if Ro-la is so kind? It was a good thing that Professor Jawline was breaking his own crockery, because Phoebe thought it was an appropriate punctuation to his abuse of the Muggleborns. She wasn't sure if he did it out of clumsiness, anger, or frustration at having to do all this berating of tiny children. Phoebe kind of wanted to break a teacup herself. She huddled closer to the kiddos around the broken broomstick and tried to be invisible. But, like, dragons? DRAGONS? It was hard to be invisible when such exciting news was so casually announced. "There are different breeds native to locales all over the world." |
Pitchfork Mob Mamie gladly stayed by the pitchforks and the other Muggleborns. She was a liiiittle concerned to be in a group with such talkative students, but Mamie herself would have been talkative, too. IF the circumstances had been different and they weren't being watched by the Hooded Squad. And she didn't know much about dragons. But she did know they were in Muggle mythology, and Minjae had said they killed wizards and couldn't be trained, and Ashley's story about a dragon attacking Muggles...so...her little brain gears went a-chugging, as she tried to draw some conclusions "Professor, dragons must cause a lot of problems with the Statute of Secrecy," she said. "Since they can't be trained, like Minjae said, and they are big and hard to hide." She paused for a moment, staring at one of the Squad people standing near Williamson. "Dragons shouldn't have to hide." Seeeee? She could humor both Williamson and Neo-Alliance ideals. |
Camryn was not pleased when the evil hooded guys arrived, although she was not surprised. The momentary excitement that she had about the field trip was fading because of them. When Atlas joined her group, she gave him a tiny smile and said a quiet, “Hey”. And shortly thereafter, they became a group of four. They weren’t going to get away without a question and the topic was dragons. Apparently they were going to have a chance to see some real dragons on their trip. While Camryn was very interested in that, she wasn’t too thrilled about the portkey part of the trip. Trying not to think about that, she raised her hand to tell something she knew about the creatures. “There are twelve uses of dragon’s blood.” Camryn wasn’t going to list all twelve, but she did share one. “One very important use is for potions.” |
Old Boot Group Fiona was thankful that the group had been reduced in size. Once Professor Williamson asked his draconic question, Fiona quickly put her hand up to answer. "I think there was an incident occurring circa the late eighteenth century of a Muggle sailing vessel being carried by a Ukrainian Ironbelly." |
pitchfork mob Eden got out of the hug as quickly as she possibly could without looking horribly rude, but stayed close enough to Quinn for her shoulder to brush against his. She didn't want to draw the attention of the hoods or look like a giant emotional baby. She didn't blink at Ashley getting yelled at - Eden liked the second year, but the girl seemed to attract trouble like nobody's business. Even more than Eden herself did. The first year almost didn't answer Williamson's question. Lately she'd been feeling more defeated than she ever had before when it came to learning - everything was so new to her and it was hard to focus in class when half the lessons were about how horrible her blood was. Her answers lacked confidence - what the heck did she know about all this mess?! Anyway. The first year made eye contact with Scary-Buttery. "Dragons are very protective of their young." Unlike the adults at this school. |
pls put us in a group thanks, we're not muggleborn pls :D Ilya's eyes were on the portkey ugly thing, his stomach already preparing for the awful dance it was about to perform. Also, did everyone else notice how on edge WWW was? It was both funny and concerning. Professors were instinctively the support students usually looked for when things went tough. But these days, professors were stressed and it was obvious, it was nerve-racking thinking they couldn't be protected when it came down to it. Although Ilya wasn't entirely against the idea that the wizarding world may be superior and should have the upper hand over muggles, he was not 100% comfortable with the strictness and bloodiness the Alliance was marketing the cause with. Anywhooooo... They were at a CoMC class, not a debate club. Ilya knew lots about dragons but the stomach-wrenching feeling limited him to only--"We use parts of them into our wands," he managed to say, trying so hard to hold down the toast and jam he had before class. |
Wait. Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait BREATH wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait. Dragons. Portkeys. Portkeys. Dragons. Portkeys TO dragons??? Atlas was suddenly NOT feeling so great about things, even if he did know that Professor Williamson was a renowned (...he WAS renowned, right?) dragonologist. Going anywhere that had dragons AND The Hoods™ was absolutely a one hundred for ten do not recommend. Do not pass GO, do not collect your galleons. Rather than answering, for now, the Gryffindor glanced around at his group...all first years. Maybe this was a bad idea. What if these portkeys ended up being their groups once they were thrown into the nest? Atlas had become pretty proficient with a Shield Charm and a handful of other spells, though none of the latter were any that would actually go any good when facing a dragon head on. The only thing his mind swirled back to was that dragons had sharp teeth. Really sharp teeth. Sharp teeth and they were carnivorous creatures. Also there was the constellation Draco...which was among the special 48 constellations. Sharing that would not be particularly of use either. Should he just...go with his initial thought and mention sharp teeth and claws? Um... Cue secondary option and, perhaps, even dumber an answer. "Like...Like Nemesis said...they have thick hides...why...we use gloves made from their hides. Nothing else compares to it. Not just thick hides but...hides imbued with ancient magic and not even the most powerful of spells can penetrate..." ...did that mean they were going to collect hides and adorn themselves in them so that the Killing Curse couldn't harm them? There WERE pitchforks here so...well...were they dressing for rebellion? Was it WISE to do that when THOSE people were RIGHT OVER THERE?! Also...did Nemesis have to mention ONE HIT WONDER so CASUALLY when talking about creatures and such? That was SO insensitive and rubbing salt in the wound about Mollywobbles. The whole incident. All of it. Atlas neck seemed to disappear between his shoulders and he reached up to tug the excess fabric around his ears bit, muffling the pathetic squeak of the murdered jarvey and the cries of Ferret Bueller mourning her. |
broom broom Irithel observed the students who joined her by the broken broom. She did not want to judge her classmates, but yes she was judging, for her own safety. Ivy, Heath, Violet and Louise all seemed like sensible older kids that she could trust. Phoebe James, though! The one who upended a box of snakes the previous term and suffered a traumatising injury earlier this term in this very subject. Neither was her fault, but Irithel was still kinda scared of her. There were too many hooded figures surrounding them and she did not have a death wish. She gave a side-eye and hastily took a step away from the Gryffindor. Preoccupied with her thoughts on self-preservation, she did not know how to react to the news that they were going to see dragons. First things first, how did she feel about dragons? They 1) had amazing powers and 2) did not look too creepy (she had many more criteria when judging magical creatures, these two were the most important), so she could say she felt okay about them. She had a bad feeling about this field trip though. Enough of internal monologue, she had to do what the professor said: hurry up and answer the question. "It's illegal to trade dragon eggs or breed dragons. Some people want to engage in such illicit practices for fun and for profit," she said after raising her hand. |
Luckily for the insufferable child who had a perpetual death wish (astrocat), the professor dealt with her before the Inquisitorial Squad's arrival. The Hufflepuff who dared to stand up for her (DuckyLinJi) was not as fortunate. A figure standing by the pile of mud stepped forward, wand in hand. A loud BANG followed a spell that would knock the stupid child backwards with a blow to his chest. The only reason he didn't face worse was because the Neo-Alliance's plan required everyone to be alive for this event. Another hooded figure hovered just behind the pair enjoying a sickening reunion (NiallNIP & Bryn). They were wise to break it up quickly, but still too close. The observer looming over them scribbled a short note on their parchment. |
Dahlia was a little more than just happy when she found herself being joined by not one, not two but three of her fellow first years. Both Camryn and Atlas were given gentle little smiles. "Hello," she whispered softly in return to Atlas' greeting. The feelings of worry and dread eased only a small amount with Tadhg's presence as he took his place at her side. She opened her mouth to greet him as well but his attention was elsewhere. Following his gaze she quickly realized what the problem was. She had seen it too but had been trying not to focus on it. Sighing softly she brushed the tips of her fingers against his hand hoping to catch his attention. Settle down Tad. Seeing Quinn and Eden hugging when she happened to glance their way again made her smile. Housemates getting along was great. They all needed to stick together. Before the lesson even got underway, they were being put into groups. Well, not put into them as they were already in groups but Lia watched a few of her peers get moved around. Luckily no one in her group had to move. She liked their little Tea Kettle group of all firsties. DRAGONS! Were they going to see dragons?! They had to be! Portkeys and a question about dragons. Yep. Dragons HAD to be the lessons topic! There was a very obvious look of sheer excitement that filled her bright blue eyes and she couldn't stop herself from nudging Tadhg and grinning at him. D R A G O N S!!! Okay, okay. She had to simmer her excitement to a very small and hopefully subtle bouncing on her toes. Koen was studying and working with dragons when he wasn't traveling with his band. Hady sometimes got to deal with dragons too. So she knew quite a bit about these creatures. Raising her hand she waited to be called on. "The Swedish Short-Snout breaths fire that is a dazzling blue that can easily turn things like amber to ashes in mere seconds." Their scales were also a gorgeous blue as well. |
broom group! Ivy was happy to have Heath, Violet, Phoebe, and Louise join her and Irithel by the old broken broom (though was their group too big now too? She didn't mind if it was), but much less so when the hooded figures showed up and joined too. It wasn't unexpected but still very unwelcome. What was also unwelcome was the mention of dragons. Or not so much unwelcome as much as...concerning? Dragons were interesting but also dangerous, and the Ravenclaw wasn't sure how she felt about having to deal with both angry dragons and the hooded creep squad. "One of the dragon breeds is the Common Welsh Green," she said, raising her hand. "Some think that one of them might've caused a really big fire in London hundreds of years ago." Also the heartstring in her wand was from a Welsh Green, so she was quite fond of them. But even that couldn't make her remember exact dates. A sudden loud BANG startled her, and her eyes went wide when she saw that the Inquisitorial Squad had used a spell on Minjae. |
Da Pitchfork Muggle Gang Quinn wiped his eyes as he released Eden. He was grateful that they'd been able to patch things up for the time being. He took comfort in her being so close. But that comfort was dashed when Minjae got knocked back by one of the Hoods. He jumped back, startled from the sudden attack, and he looked between the Hood and Minjae, several feet away. He couldn't do anything to help—that's why this happened to Minjae, after all... he was trying to help Ash. He could feel the presence of the Hoods behinf him, he could feel their eyes on him. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He heard them scribbling on parchment—what could he have done that was so important to write down? He let out a shaky breath... best to participate in the lesson so there was no reason for him to be singled out by the Hoods. "U-um... there's many different kinds of dragons, all around the world. Most can breathe fire, some have horns or spikes," he said. Quinn didn't have much knowledge of dragons, but he needed to say something about them. |
Tea Kettle Group! (Go firsties!) Feeling Dahlia's finger brush against hand he calmed down a bit taking her hand squeezing it not letting go. He wanted to latch out and speak out so badly, this was wrong and anyone with eyes and cared knew that it was. Not letting go of her hand he smiled happily as the were learning about dragons, were they going to see them?! He knew quite a bit about them, papa told him alot about them. Seeing Quinn and Eden hugging he smiled at the sight of them, they needed to stay together at this time. If the hooded creatures had a problem with him showing affection then they can curse him now, he's not letting go of Lia's hand. As for him smiling he didn't see anything wrong with it as well, so they can all get over themselves. As Minjae was pushed back with a loud boom, he let out a small gasp. Quickly regaining himself, he bit his lip before raising his hand. " Females oust males from their territories, at least with the Antipodean Opaleye ones." He was extremely excited about learning about dragons and seeing them, he wonderd what kind they were seeing. |
adorable Pitchfork muggleborns~ and evil hoodies -_- Minjae knew that he was in trouble the moment one of the hooded figures stepped forward and pointed their wand at him. There was real fear in his eyes as he heard a loud bang followed by a sharp pain against chest as the spell hit him so hard that it knocked him backwards and he landed with his back against the pile of mud, slowly sliding down. It was a miracle he hadn't touched any of the portkey pitchforks. He stayed there for a short moment, catching his breath as the wind had been knocked out of him. It HURT. But he also knew that he couldn’t stay down for too long. With a painful groan, the Hufflepuff pushed himself back up on his feet. His hands, the back of his school robe and back of head was covered in mud. ”I’m sorry” he apologized, hating how small his voice sounded. But for what was he sorry for? For standing up for someone? He would do it again in a heartbeat.But maybe not in front of any of Rosier’s Followers…. He knew he shouldn't have let his emotions control his actions. He realized he had been stupid and in the back of his mind he knew how lucky he had been. |
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Heath was vaguely aware of more people joining the group, but he didn’t react to their presence. He didn’t want to draw attention from the hoods, and besides, the lesson was starting. They were going to see dragons today? He wasn’t sure whether to be intrigued or afraid. His uncle worked with dragons, so he’d grown up hearing quite a bit about them and lowkey wanted to meet one. But he didn’t trust the hood brood not to feed students to the dragons. Nope, he did not want to become a dragon’s dinner today! Heaths are friends, not food! He tried to block out his worries to focus on the question, but before he could come up with anything original to say, a loud bang startled him. He visibly flinched, staring in horror as the hoods used a spell on Minjae. Asdfjkl!!! Was he okay? It was only when Heath saw him get up that he was able to look away and regain composure. What was the question again? Oh right, dragons… He quickly raised his hand and said, “The Chinese Fireball is slightly less territorial than other dragons, at least toward its own kind. They’ve been known to share territory with up to two others.” Had that answer been said already? He had no idea! He was just trying to get an answer out before something else distracted him. |
le old tire group now, apparently :3 Whattttt!?!? Apollo hadn't really been paying attention to how many people were at the groups, but he just had been hyperfocused about there being someone familiar and older. But Williamson was booting him and Kinsay, Apollo frowned for a brief moment. It could have been worse. He could have been with the pitchfork crew, for instance. Uh ... what? Why was Ashley being yelled at?? Had he missed something? Perhaps, but no matter, as the first year moved to join the older snake kid along with his fellow lions and listened to the professor. Dragons!!!!!!!!!! Was anyone paying attentioN!?!? They WERE GOING TO SEE REAL LIVE DRAGONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eyes widen with both excitement and maybe anxiousness, as he considered what he knew about dragons and what Grandpa Tanc had told him. That was such a broad question... like everything they knew about dragons?? So broad. Deciding to just pick one of the ones he hadn't heard mentioned (hopefully), Apollo figured going with that was probably the best solution. "The Peruvian Vipertooth is the smallest and fastest of dragon breeds. It's got short horns and venomous fangs that it uses to subdue its prey." |
Old Broom club Keeping a wary eye on the Inquisitorial Squad (could they never get through a class without that lot invading it?!), Violet raised her hand: "Dragons are snakelike creatures, but much larger, with scaly skin, four legs, spinal nodes along their backs, tails, and rows of teeth." Very large, dangerous teeth. "And there are mentions of dragons in almost all cultures around the world." |
broken broom group Text Cut: Uncle Willy Did Louise LIKE being called by her first name instead of her last - and in this case being the ONLY one in the class who got such a privilege? Yes, yes she did. It made her feel special. The redhead nodded at Professor Williamson and broke away from the old boot to join the smaller group at the broken broom. Her eyes lingered on the hooded figure in that group for a moment before she turned her attention back to their professor. Ooh, dragons? That was exciting. Louise knew that Louise raised her hand. "There are ten known pure breeds of dragons," she said, after being called on. "Though I wouldn't be surprised if there were more that we just haven't discovered yet." But THAT was a fascinating subject for another time. |
Ye old TYRE CLUB WOOT WOOT! Seriously? What was UP with Williamson? He knew that the whole situation in the castle was probably putting a huge burden on everyone, but he didn't have to take it out on them. Adam had been SO smart about this since the opening feast. He hadn't thrown ONE piece of garbage at anyone. SUCH restraint. At least he was with Kinsay and his sister now, which was comforting. Although the older kid - what was their name again? Nemo? - didn't look all that thrilled to be stuck with the younger kids. He wanted to assure them that he'd be on his best behavior, honest! The lesson had moved on by the time he settled in, though, so he moved closer to Ingrid and gave her a smile before raising his hand. He knew a LITTLE about dragons, they weren't his creature of choice but no one could deny that they were interesting. "ProFESSor..." YIKES. Did anyone catch that voice crack? Uh. Moving on. Shush. That didn't happen. "Charlie Weasley was well known for working with dragons and helped smuggle Hagrid's dragon, Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback, out of Hogwarts before Hagrid got in trouble," he explained. |
lil bit behind but WE'RE OK. MINI-ACTIVITY TIME. Portkeying out. ooc: This is another one you'll wanna read all the way through first before you post, probably. sorry for the delay, life found a way, and uh, i had to save the Minjae reacs for the end for my own sanity. XOXO. thank you for playing!! i sincerely mean it!! Williamson just had a bad feeling that something was about to happen today, and it could be because of the portkey timer about to activate, or whatever... it could also just be because hadn't something bad been happening in almost every lesson all year? Hmmph. His grumpiness was both deepening and yet receding with the children's' responses. This day was TOO MUCH already. Text Cut: All The Small Things And it was, really and properly, time to move on. Literally. Williamson didn't even need his watch to tell him the portkeys were activating and lighting up, even the pitchforks beside the poor Muggleborns. "Look, kids," he cleared his throat, trying to tamp down that ever-growing gut feeling that something is wrong here, something is very wrong here. "Stay WITH YOUR GROUP at all times when we land in the dragon reserve. It's just in Wales, not that far away, so you should be FINE. I want you to look for CHARACTERISTICS of the dragons who live there, and consider--- c--c-consider making some observations when we get there. Look at their environment, go check out the young ones, go... go explore, but be careful, and stay in groups." His gaze flicked towards the hooded gang once again. "Remember, dragons should be free." That was all he had to say about that. As for him? He had gone for Luck's abandoned bit of newspaper and assumed the stupid squad would pick their own portkey. Without further ado... WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH. They were gone from Hogwarts. IMPORTANT OOC: The field trip continues in this thread. Feel free to post your exit here and arrival there (or just post there, whichever). Then feel free to begin exploring! You can stay with your group as commanded or... y'know, be one of those kids who doesn't follow directions and thus has to experience ~consequences~ Your choice. >:-) |
Wait, what???! Violet was always caught off-guard by Professor Williamson's sudden departures, she remembered the same feeling of panic when they'd gone looking for yetis last term. But she definitely did not want to be left here with the Inquisitorial Squad, so she hastily reached out and scrambled to get a grip on the broom handle in time to portkey out. |
The problem with the terrible treatment against the muggleborns (apart from the terrible treatment ) was that these days, Minjae couldn’t differentiate between acting or if they secretly meant every word they said. No one knew what was truly going on inside someone’s mind after all. He wanted to believe that the professor had no other choice in the matter. ‘But are you sure though? It doesn’t sound like he gives a damn about you’ ”I’m fine” he whispered back to Ashley his eyes going to The Hood that had attacked him earlier for a brief moment. Bloody coward. The tone, the roasts, the snarling expression against them muggleborns. All were triggers for the seventh year to cause his breathing to intensify. He wasn’t panicking though, he was getting angry and emotional. His inner Gryffindor side told him to do something incredibly stupid. Yell , shout, REBEL . But his Hufflepuff side kept him in check. ”Understood , Sir” he answered, hearing his own voice crack and he blinked his eyes rapidly as he looked away. He refused to cry. REFUSED TO! Merlin’s Beard were they ever going to get a break from the psychological and physical torment? because he was getting very tired of it. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Minjae turned around to see that the pitchforks were lightening up. He walked back towards the mud, seeing the imprint that his body had left earlier before he touched the portkey. |
Dragons should be free too? That was a thing? Curious. There was a lot going on here, and Ivy knew most of Professor Williamson's words and attitude were probably just an act put on for the Inquisitorial Squad. It was the exact thing they were all having to do in just about every stupid lesson in this stupid term. But the dragon-related rant was...interesting. She didn't have much time to dwell on that thought (or the fact that he'd said they might get to see a Welsh Green dragon!) because it was portkey time. Ivy grabbed ahold of the broken broom, that unpleasant feeling of being pulled to their destination quickly taking over. |
Ash was upset at Williamson's response to her question. Not even Rosier talked like that to her. Rosier said, "whatever" and moved on as long as she shut up. And she HAD shut up. She was doing everything right! She was not being an idiot! If they wanted her to answer, then they didn't have to be like this. And his logic was DUMB, okay? He lived here in Scotland, so WHAT DID HE KNOW about opaleyes either, huh? Explain that. She mentally added this class to her list of classes that she didn't like. This term, it was all of them. But she refused to give anyone the pleasure of watching her cry. THAT WAS A PRIVATE THING! That she was not interested in showing anyone. And was she supposed to know everything or nothing? This was so confusing, and she was so upset. But she was going to be on her best behavior, because people got annoyed when they saw you as perfect. So perfect was what she was going to be. Then they wouldn't be able to do anything, but would still be miserable. She grabbed the pitchfork, imagining that it was a weapon that she could fight someone with, and waited for it to take her somewhere else. |
That was Mamie. Paying attention, especially since they were going on a field trip and she did not want to die a gruesome death at the hands of She hoped Minjae was okay...he seemed okay, after the hexing and the berating. Hufflepuffs were resilient. Was that one of their hat-approved traits? She couldn't remember. Plus...deep down the professors cared about them? Right? Right? They were just pretending, right?! She clung to the pitchfork with her fellow Muggleborns, hoping the dragons would be friendly. Friendlier than the Scary Squad, right? |
Quinn knew that the Professor had to act this way because of all the Alliance freakazoids that were around, but it was kinda harsh, right? The ridicule stung him, but he tried to brush it off like it was no big deal. The stuttering and concern in the Professor's voice during his last announcement registered with Quinn as well, and it did not make Quinn think of good things. Oh—Wait—The Muggleborns were going too?? Quinn hadn't realized this until the pitchfork in front of him started lighting up and people started grabbing onto it. Quinn didn't know if he was prepared to meet dragons face-to-face, but he didn't really have much time to debate that with the Portkey about to go; he grabbed onto the very end of the handle. In the couple seconds he had before the Portkey went off, he reviewed everything he remembered about Portkeys in his head: they transported the user to a specified location, anyone touching the Portkey in any capacity once it was time was sent along with it, the use of one could cause nausea, dizzine— oH ThIS doEsn'T FEeL gOOD |
............What? Williamson had gone from a grumbling grump to a dramatic dragon advocate in the matter of minutes and Cece just blinked at the guy, a little lost for words. Uhhhhhh. She knew he loved dragons like her mum did, but that was a BIT much. Anyone else confused? No? Just her? ...okay. Shaking off her unease, the blonde readied herself for travel and then she was OFF! |
Aboli was not phased by Professor W's erratic behavior today. What was normal behavior anymore anyway when fear was at play? The psychology behind fear as a weapon was indeed fascinating. She needed to have access to her mother's books on it all ASAP. She had her fingertips touching the old boot as they were suddenly JERKED away. Despite her grumpiness, she made sure all four of them were touching the boot, and she would recount again once they got there. It was her first time using a portkey, too. WOowoWOWOZAAAA. |
Ah, here she was. Limpet. Nem smiled back at her, but said nothing - respecting the professor and his lesson or whatever - and fortunately did not have to nudge her into relinquishing her hold. She managed just fine herself. Anyway. Wilson hadn't caught it, had he? The hint? Disappointing. Full offence, but Nem really was wasted on these professors. Well, he'd get there. Maybe. One day. Or maybe not; he was pretty far past his prime, after all. For the moment, Nem just stood by and waited once more, almost about to lapse into deep consideration about the portkey situation, were it not for the repeated (and frankly irritating) exclamations of the professor. Weasley really should consider joining the drama club... ... because he certainly needed to work on his acting skills. If Rent-a-Snitch were falling for this, that was a disappointment. Nem had aligned with them, after all, or... well, no, that wasn't true. The Hug a Hoodie Brigade were the grunts, really. Probably genetically engineered snitches, or not far off. Nem had not aligned with them, but the Big Man. They'd been staring at the nearest Hood for a while, ignoring the kerfuffle with the muggle-borns, ignoring Wilbur's continued melodramatic performance, ignoring everything, impatient to get going and otherwise apparently entirely unmoved. At last, Nem set eyes on Walter again. Stay in the groups, sure, sure, whatever; they knelt down on one knee and hooked their fingers around the inner ring of the tyre - the infants would catch on or they would not, time would tell - and waited. There was that familiar tugging sensation in their gut, and off they went. |
Name an animal that isn't protective of their young. Eden wanted to argue so, so, so, SO badly. Hamsters ATE their babies. Some birds laid their eggs in other birds' nests. Scorpions kept a bunch of life-making components from different suitors just chillin' inside till they decided to become mums. But she didn't argue, because the Hoodie Gang was right behind her. And the whole confidence thing - she wouldn't be winning any arguments with Williamson, even if she was right. Before she could stew on how mean the groundskeeper was being any longer, she was VERY unceremoniously time-warped away by a pitchfork. NAUSEA!!! ALERT!!! |
ol' tyre #WeOut Kinsay scooted closer to Nem because she knew he'd protect her. Also. Nem seemed like the type of person who'd smell real nice, so she kind of wanted to check. For science. And that smile of his? Did he know how nice his smile was? Did he? If he didn't, Kizzy would gladly tell him. It was important to tell people these things so they knew. While her focus was mostly on Nem, she did also give a little finger wiggle to Ingrid and Adam. This was a good group. She could tell. Following Nem's lead, Kinsay knelt down on one knee too. Just because. And then hooked her arm under the tire and looked up to smile at him again. Hi. She was properly distracted by all the going-ons, but who could blame her!? O_______________O And then she felt all her insides squeeze (not in the good way) and they were off! |
Ilya felt WWW was about to cry when he confirmed the answer. It was odd. He'd never seen WWW so down like this, was it because his class was tightly monitored by the squad? He shouldn't be too hard on them when they barely did anything! Anyway, Ilya did not have more time to process where they were going or whatevs because he swallowed by the dreaded force of the portkey. |
Atlas was hanging on Professor Williamson's every word. Every word. And what he heard at first absolutely shocked him and then there was a look of horror and disgust as words began spewing forth from the man's mouth. What...what was he saying? Atlas felt his eyes go a little scrambled eggs again, all wibbly and weepy as the man he had put all his trust in (besides Auntie June) seemed to betray him right before his very eyes. And ears. At first the Gryffindor eyes narrowed, glared, at this blatant betrayal. The professor had told him, Atlas, to trust him. Blinders up for a bit, it was not until the man was speaking directly to Atlas that he really started listening. Like really started listening. Something else came to mind, something he had been told all the way back at the start of term in the man's hut. Think like a Slytherin and less like a Gryffindor hot head - WHICH he took offense to! He was NOT a hot head! That was Aries - and also to never show your cards. Including tears. Which had his eyes drying up, mostly, in another few counts. A sentiment that was echoed in Professor Williamson's emphasis on tough. Tough like us. Growing up in a household that placed great importance on precise language had its payoffs sometimes, and right now felt like one of those. Us, that was not a reference to this...rhetoric that The Hoods™ and Rosier were preaching...this was something else. You could tell in the eyes. Or...at least Atlas wanted to believe that he saw something in the man's eyes. He had heard something somewhere about how the eye area was the most difficult to fake...so that was where you focused on to sense truth and such. And, well, he really wanted to believe that he was seeing nothing but sincerity and the man that the first year NEEDED him to be. Tough like us. Tough like us. Tough like...Professor Williamson and Atlas Flamsteed. Tough. Though...the first year did not feel particularly tough. He still felt weak and helpless...but he had been doing what the man had begged him to do: learn. Learn and practice as many spells and magical theory as he could. He even practice spells when he could easily do things himself - so he was really good at a Summoning Charm now. So, as the professor moved on, Atlas took a deep breath and inflated his chest...though otherwise he did his best not to show anything else. Not showing his cards, right, Professor Williamson? It was...really hard to listen to him speak to |
Holy Hippogriffs, Minjae was attacked! Irithel had not heard his retort to WWW, so she was shocked to see him suddenly shoved back by one of the hoodies. That must have hurt, both physically and emotionally. She turned away and tried to look happy, or at least neutral, that a Muggle-born student "got what he deserved". Professor Williamson's response to her answer was really weird. And LOUD. She blinked, confused, then nodded when she realised he was shouting pro-wizard stuff for the hoodie squad. Wait, she was supposed to shake her head: no, dragon-egg breeding and trading should NOT be illegal, because wizards should be allowed to do whatever they want. She stopped nodding and shook her head with forged enthusiasm. Soon, the old broom Portkey was lighting up! It was time for them to leave the school they were locked up in for more than four months. Despite the uneasy feeling within her, Irithel was excited to go to the dragon reserve (this would also be her first visit to Wales, hehe). She placed a finger on a twig of the broom tail, and was transported away from Hogwarts with everyone else. |
Gemma had been there, yes of course she had. She wouldn't miss creatures for anything. She wanted to be around dragons, who wouldn't? So she was there and she listened as she always did, but wasn't there another way to get to a place then portkey? Portkeys were the worst and she would never ever get use to them. Seriously she might just run the other way if she was going to have to use those things again anytime soon, but the fact that there would be dragons made her move forward to get one. "You know professor, you do always have the coolest field trips. Will we see any images of you being chased by dragons like we did last term to that trip?" That would be kind of cool to see another memory or charm like they did before. She might have been stalling from the portkey with bringing up the last trip, but now it was time, she would do it, just reach out and touch the thing, come on Gemma, you can do it, just touch it. Finally closing her eyes she grabbed on. |
Well.......clearly the Professor was not impressed with Camryn’s answer. Study all twelve? With a sigh, she just nodded her head. She had been studying, but.....whatever. Apparently it was field trip time. They were going to Wales for dragon watching. Cam made sure she had her note taking materials so she could record her observations. Characteristics, environment, babies, explore.....right. She would do all of that and hopefully live to tell the tale. The first year looked at her group mates. She would make sure to stick with them throughout the trip. For now though, it was portkey time. Camryn put her hand on the tea kettle and took a deep breath. Before she could give it another thought, she was in the midst of a very unpleasant portkey ride. |
Heath blinked, caught off guard by Professor Williamson’s responses to the muggleborn students. Although he showed no outward sign of emotion, there was no way he could hear a professor he greatly respected speak that way and not feel something. He wasn’t mad, just… disappointed. He would’ve expected that from Rosier or possibly Carton, but he thought better of Williamson. Either he’s a better actor than me, or I’ve had him figured wrong all this time, he thought darkly. Act or not, hearing Williamson berate students hit a little too close to home for Heath. It reminded him of the many times he was berated by teachers in muggle school, but the thing that stuck with him most wasn’t the abysmal treatment of the muggleborns, It was referring to Charlie Weasley as a “dirty blood traitor”. By that logic, his own mother could also be considered one. Was that how others saw him, as nothing more than the son of a blood traitor? The all too familiar feelings of self-loathing and resentment at his blood status welled up within him. He always knew he was too magical to belong in the muggle world, but now… was he too muggle to belong in the magical one? Heath was grateful for the portkeys’ departure, as it gave him a distraction from his emotions. As uncomfortable as the pull on his stomach would be, it was nothing compared to the constant pull between two worlds. He grabbed hold of the broken broom, and he was off. |
Lilith had been quietly waiting for whatever was to come next. She had missed the last CoMC lesson because...well...she hadn't felt well. The type where no food would stay down. Not even water. Today...was a bad day to join. A little sick to her stomach, she took in a few deep breaths. She's traveled by portkeys many times. This wasn't something new. Which is why she was dreading it. There was only a slice of toast and some green ginger tea in her stomach. Welp. Lets hope that doesn't come back up. Touching the old boot, Lilith shut her eyes closed and willed her brain to remain grounded. Grounded, grounded, grounded. |
Muggleborns with Pitchforks catching up and then swirling out. Look if Moose could choose to not go to these Care of Magical Creature classes he would, but this was field trip and any opportunity to get the hell out of this Castle was one he would not take. He was forced to huddle around some of the other Muggle-Borns. The two Ravenclaw first years he was becoming more familiar with as well as that older Hufflepuff and Mamie. He was sure there was a reason they were all forced to be together. It was obvious really this whole year made things plainly obvious that wizards and witches are the worst. More so than last term. He still knew nearly next to nothing about Dragons so maybe this would be a helpful trip he kept quiet while everyone was answering the questions and even took a momentary step away from Minjae after the Hooded figures decided to blast him backwards. Then came time for the travel...Moose hated this...so much...He huddled back in with the rest of the sheep for slaughter and SWIRLYSWOOSH HE WAS OUT. |
Dahlia listened quietly to everything that Williamson said and well... didn't say. The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice told her that he couldn't believe everything he was saying. Like the rest of them, he was saying what he knew the Evil Minions wanted to hear. Traveling by portkey was NOT her preferred method of travel. There had been several times where she had experienced such travel and well... it was always unpleasant. However the knowledge of getting to see dragons outweighed anything else she was thinking about portkey travel. With a quick glance at the others in their little first year group, Dahlia reached out and grabbed hold of the tea kettle. Instantly she felt that pull deep down in her stomach and her feet leaving solid ground, everything became and blur. She was on her way. |
portkey catchup cause we slow cause we were stuck at work for 24+ hours :3 Tire grp! Okayyyy sooo Williamson didn't seem overly impressed with his knowledge of the Vipertooth?? But moving on because they were apparently portkeying over to Wales?? Portkeys wasn't a new method of travel for Apollo, given his mother's occupation and he wondered briefly if it was her who had authorized all these portkeys. And if she had, then that had to mean she knew some of the happenings at Hogwarts. If she did, what did she think about this talk? He wished he could have written her to talk to her, but at least taking a portkey from the castle made him feel closer to her. Connected. Like everything was going to be okay. He glanced over at Nem and Kinsey to seem the kneeling on one knee, hooking their fingers around the tire. As the youngest in the group, Apollo figured following their lead was probably for the best. The young gryffindor kneeled down, closing his eyes in his way to sort of hope this field trip was for the best and vaguely wondered if he'd see his great uncle Alex there, as he knew he worked something with creatures. Seeing family might be just the sort of light he needed. And then before he knew it, everything became a blur and he was gone with the others. |
returning Mamie landed hard with their portkey, basically face-first on the ground as she dropped her hold on both the portkey and Moose's hand. She felt dizzy. She felt nauseous. Not motion-sick-nauseous, she didn't get that, but like...like she had both eaten too much and not enough, and she was definitely not getting up from the ground right away this time. Nice, cold ground. Mamie held on tight to the grass and squeezed her eyes shut. Were the dragons gone? Was she still alive? |
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Returning w/ Mamie & Ash With a loud thud to the floor Moose took a moment to try and stand but couldn't he got on all fours and the proceeded to spit up a ton of watery bile. The stress of the moment while there added with the portkey travel was gonna do that too him. The quiet was calming though. Or well it was once the ringing in his ears had stopped, and only once Ash stopped called for Mamie to wake up. As he stood up and looked over toward the two girls. Ash still attending to Mamie, and looked around. "No." Was all he muttered. Then he started to pace. This was some kind of trick. Williamson said he was sending them home! Hogwarts was not home! This place was Hell!! Sure at this very moment it was better than a chaotic dragon freeing, spell slinging field trip that could have killed him. But he could very well end up just as dead here! He was furious. He was lied to! He needed to vent this frustration. He switched his pacing into a straight line toward one of the fence posts and just starting kicking at it. Hard. Break the damn thing if he could with his scrawny legs. |
Returning (with Cece) Fiona had landed on her knees with a slight thud. Thanks to her landing, her knees were now a tad sore. She stood up and brushed herself off, looking to see if Cece had landed okay. She was also waiting for her fellow Snakettes to arrive. It had certainly been a day full of chaos and Fiona was wondering if there were any ramifications thanks to certain parties (aka the hooded figures). |
Returning from field trip Heath landed on his back with a thud. He was just gonna… lie here for a minute until his heart stopped pounding and the wave of nausea subsided. What was wrong with him? He hadn't had this strong a reaction to portkey travel since he was little! Then again, maybe it wasn't the portkey travel but the day itself that made him feel so weak! He closed his eyes, hoping that would stop the dizziness, but he could still see the dragons flying, fires burning, spells shooting off in random directions… This was no good! Gradually he was able to get into a sitting position, then a standing one. Shaking his long dark hair out of his face, he looked around, and his eyes were drawn to the castle in the distance. He never thought he'd be so glad to see Hogwarts! Even with Rosier and his minions, the school felt safer than the field trip. At least he didn't have to worry about getting burned or eaten by dragons here! |
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So when she landed roughly (and nauseatingly, but nothing came up this time) on the hard earth near her muggleborn peers? Yeah, she was already angry. 100 percent with Moose, this one was - this place SUCKED. Her entire body ached - from anxiety, portkey, or pandemonium, who knew. What happened to freeing herself? (Being 12 years old happened. Sigh.) She plopped on the ground with her legs outstretched and began listening to the conversations taking place around her. She found a little comfort in seeing all of her friends in one piece - Mamie was sitting up, which was definitely a good sign. She opened her mouth to speak, then shut it. And laid down in the grass. At least the sky was pretty. |
Mamie was still down. And now Eden was too(did every Muggleborn in the world need to risk their lives doing that?) And Moose was kicking a fence. That was even worse. She knew how it felt. She had done the same, privately. But now really wasn't the time. She looked all calm and stuff. Had she been in one of her angry bad moods, she would have been kicking stuff too. But nah. She was in one of her hopeless bad moods, the other kind, the safer kind. The worst kind. She stepped over to him. "Moose." She wanted to say 'it's okay, calm down'. But that was a lie, and he would end up punching her in the face anyway. "You'll get hurt if you keep doing that. Maybe save the kicking stuff for a quieter time. A quieter room, more like. We're muggleborns, we need to watch how we act extra." She said it softly, empathetically, calmly. How she would want someone to talk to her if she were angry. Which she was a lot. C'mon Moose. Don't let the hoodie cult catch you like this."Are you upset because we're back at Hogwarts?" He probably was. They had a chance to escape, but they couldn't. But she wasn't mad. She had known from the second she got to the field trip that there was no way out of Hogwarts. Unless she were to step out of line and be murdered. And that wasn't a option. She was just disappointed. In herself, in her life, in the world, in other people. If just one of those things went right, she would be okay. Just one of them. |
Never in her life had Ingrid grasped hard at something than she did the robes of her travelling friends through the portkey jump. Despite coming from a magical background for the most part, travelling by portkey still wasn’t something she had managed to master. Landing with a thump, the youngest of the Luck’s landed splayed across the hard ground as though she was doing some kind of weird yoga stretch. With a groan she turned over onto her back and sat up slowly, hair everywhere as if she’d actually tussled with a dragon. Oh, wait… “Guys…are you okay?”, she moaned, as she looked around for Kinsay and the older boy. God she felt so embarrassed on the floor whilst he stood there like a muggle superhero carrying Kinsay. Blushing, she jumped up quickly and did her best to make herself not look like Cousin itt and lurched over to her friend. “Do you think she’ll be okay?” she asked the older boy? (Flynn). One day, she’d have to get his name, or you know, make up a nickname for him. |
Her landing was much harder than it had been when she'd arrived at the dragon reserve however long ago. Ivy stumbled and fell onto her side with an "oof!", rolling once when she hit the ground. It hurt a little, but it also kinda helped settle the nausea that had returned. The stable ground beneath her helped to, well, ground her again after that portkey trip. She didn't stay down for long though, releasing her hold on the branch and slowly pushing herself onto her knees then to her feet. Looking around as other students were popping up, she...sighed. They'd been so close...and yet here they were with, for all she knew, no more help than they'd had before the trip. Her grip on her wand tightened, but she just continued to silently watch her peers, not trusting herself to say anything right now. |
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"Um...." Who was okay? Was ANYONE? Ignoring the pain of the stinging hex welt, he carefully put Kinsay down and then looked at Apollo and what was the other girl's name? Dahlia? Where had she even come from? She looked pretty bad though. Flynn focused his attention on Kinsay first. "Kins?" Flynn gently patted her cheek, hoping she would come round easily. The only good thing about all of this was somehow he wasn't lost in the mire of his past traumas, his brain was too full of worry for Kinsay. And he didn't notice the tears still freely streaming down his cheeks. |
SPOILER!!: Ingrid, Flynn, Apollo, Dahlia Kinsay slowly stirred back into consciousness. It was Flynn's touch that prompted her to finally open her eyes. ".... Flynn?" No longer surrounded by nightmarish noise, Kinsay could finally feel her head pounding. She was so confused. Where were the dragons? Why was she on the floor? "Are we home, Flynn?" Were they rescued? Was this nightmare finally over? Kinsay had such little energy left in her that she could have very well collapsed all over again. She didn't do that, of course. Instead, she tried to understand what was going on, but the only sense of familiarity she could grasp at were the others near them (Ingrid, Apollo, Dahlia). |
Hi. We're back ^_^ Claudine was relieved to make it back. That relief quickly evaporated as she looked around for Heath.“Please tell me he made it back in one piece,’’ she mumbled to herself. She scrubbed at her eyes, tired and weary from the entire ordeal. Had her group members arrived back as well? The question had just occurred to her when she felt the anxiety starting to well up. Okay, so there had been anxiety earlier at the Reserve but now? Now it was beginning to get out of hand. The fifth year willed herself to take deep breaths. One...two… Oh Merlin. She needed Heath, or anybody she was friendly with really, but mostly him. He was the only one who could keep her grounded for Claudine was close to having a panic attack. |
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"Bruised ribs likely, but I think .....I'm.... " He rolled over to hurl onto the grass, realizing he hadn't vomited from a portkey in years. He pulled himself up into a seated position, releasing Dahlia's hand. "Is she..." They didn't bring a dead person back, hopefully. He watched and waited, glancing over at Kinsay and shook his head at her question, even though it hadn't been directed at him. Hogwarts wasn't home. Not in the way his family had described. He wasn't particularly sure where home was actually. |
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"Were you looking for Heath? He was helping a girl who'd sprained her ankle get to the portkeys. I saw him grab one before I left," Violet said, trying to sound reassuring. |
Apollo, Flynn, Kinsay That portkey landing was anything but graceful, not that the still unconscious Dahlia noticed. When Apollo hit the ground upon landing, the little first year which so happened to be Lia, hit the ground hard beside him. It was more of a faceplant to the ground but that didn't even matter because she didn't know. Perhaps the landing did a little bit of good. The impact of hitting the ground knocked the wind out of her causing her eyes to fly open with a deep painful gasp. Frightened blue eyes first noticed Apollo who was sitting closest to her. She didn't move from where she had fallen but she did turn her head to the side, groaning quietly. Everything hurt, there was noway she was getting up anytime soon. From where she was laying, it was clear she hadn't become dragon food. She could see Flynn and Kinsay but heard nothing they had said. Where were they? Where was she? Could she go home now? |
A whole lot of mentions (Flynn, Kinsay, Apollo and Dahlia) It had almost taken a moment for her to actually realise that she could talk but the shock of it had washed over her face for a moment only to be replaced by a mixture of angst and worry. “Kinsay of course” she whispered as she leant over them both, her eyes slightly wet now. Had it not been for her worry, she may have actually passed out herself, so much so that she hadn’t even noticed the sudden appearance of Apollo or Dahlia. Briefly, she cast a small glance over to them both to make sure that they were okay but she couldn’t quite tell. Apollo seemed to be in some kind of pain and then there was Dahlia who seemed to be almost as bad as Kinsay. Biting the inside of her mouth, she was about to move from Kinsay when suddenly, she mumbled something to the boy, Flynn! He had a name! Sighing with relief, the second year Ravenclaw made her way over to Dahlia to check she was okay. Ravenclaws had to stick together after all. “Apollo, are you okay? Did you see what happened to Dahlia?” she asked as she stumbled past him quickly and over to the side of Dahlia. “Dahlia, it’s Ingrid. You’re safe. We’re back at Hogwarts”, she continued now as she settled by the side of her. Surely the Professor would be around soon to check on them all? That was, if he was even back. |
SPOILER!!: Vi! <3 Claudine barely held it together to even register the fact that she’d been bumped into. All the chaos that they had endured had been quite something. She heard the voice speaking to her and latched onto it. It was a familiar voice, the voice of someone she was friendly with. There were a few more deep breaths taken before she was actually able to focus on Violet. And she had news of Heath. “I’ll be okay, thanks.’’ Maybe. All she needed was to focus; to pull herself together. Claudine Blaze did not lose control. Not really. “Yes, I was.’’ Oh. Of course Heath was playing the hero. At least she knew he had grabbed a Portkey. That meant he must be somewhere around. The Snakette could breathe a little normally now. “Thank, Violet. That helps a lot. Are you okay? Don’t need to see Reccard, do you?” |
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She felt relieved to have returned mostly unscathed, but also felt depressed. They had been outside Hogwarts, sort of free briefly, but had been unable to do anything other than return to this place which seemed more like a prison than a school. She wondered what sort of trouble there would be if their keepers didn't think they'd followed their orders to release the dragons vigorously enough. Fine for them--sending a bunch of schoolchildren to deal with dragons, of all things. Violet hadn't seen any of the hooded figures bothering to get very close to the creatures; oh no, they just hung back and shouted and let other people take the risks. |
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