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Upon entering the Potions classroom this morning, you may be thrilled to see some familiar faces. Sitting on top of your workstation is none other than your beloved school pet—caged, of course. Students without their own pets have a school owl on their desks. In the back of the classroom, there is a wall of blanket-covered cages. What the cages contain is unclear, although you may be able to hear some scratching and chomping sounds coming from them.
Professor Varma stands at the front, dressed in deep violet robes and adorned with lots of silver jewelry. An enchanted piece of chalk writes a message on the board behind her in rather large letters:
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Pets are to remain in their cages for now.
Make your way inside! Class will begin shortly.
OOC: Hello hello hello! Thank you so much for coming to my first ever lesson! Please remember that although this is our first OOC lesson together, your students have had classes with Shreya for several months now. Feel free to check out the classroom rules before you post.
Also, you may remember that owls were snatched by the cult earlier in the term. So this may be the first time your charrie is seeing their owl (if they have one) in awhile. Shreya has gotten permission to use them in the lesson....but just remember that the Squad may will be watching at any time, so any funny business with them would be met with IC consequences.
We will move on in about 24 hours! The lesson has now started! If you're just joining us, post as if your character has been here all along.
UPDATE: Just wanted to apologize for any confusion I may have caused with my original post. I mistakenly believed that all pets had been snatched, not just owls. Just clarifying that ONLY the owls were seized. If you already posted reuniting with a non-owl animal, it's okay. Since the Squad has been heavily supervising everything the students do, it's reasonable to assume that they haven't seen their cats/toads/other non-owl pets as frequently as they're used to.
Lesson Progression: Q1: What are some ways that animals communicate with us? Q2: Name a situation where it might be useful to know what a creature is thinking or feeling. Mini Activity: Testing the animal whisperer potion on your pet or school owl Main Activity: Testing the animal whisperer potion on a kneazle or puffskein Closure/Homework: Brew another batch of the animal whisperer potion for Professor Williamson.
Violet gave the owl a final pat, and slipped him a bit of oatmeal cookies that she found at the bottom of her pocket. "Bye, owl, stay safe. Thank you for talking with me."
She wondered if the effects of the potion would linger after their experiment, and what the owl would make of that.
Next, she went up to the cages of kneazles--puffskeins were just too cute, and....pink! She looked at them for a few minutes, then picked out the dignified, sensible-looking one--Simon, the label said his name was. She carried him back to the table as he eyed her with caution, though not alarm, and opened the cage to let him step out, if he wished. She reached toward him hesitantly, holding out her hand first in case he wanted to sniff it. "Good afternoon, Simon. Okay if I pet you just a bit? Just for a stray hair or two for my potion?"
Delaney reluctantly locked Ignatius back in the cage he arrived in as the lesson continued. She was sad to say goodbye to her furry companion but her attention was quickly redirected to the new creatures revealed at the back of the room. Ooooooo… puffskeins or kneazles….which will the Slytherin choose… After quick deliberation Delaney picked out Penelope the Puffskein and brought her over to her work station.
“Hello Penelope. I’m Delaney. You and me need to be on the same page got it?” Delaney said eyeballing the fluffy creature attempting to be friendly, “So here’s the deal, you get some treats, I’ll give you some pets, we chat and become good friends ya?
She grabbed a handful of Puffskein treats and waved one in front of Penelope to try and get her attention.
Ash passed Simon the judgmentalness kneazle another treat. "You're kinda full of yourself. But I'm okay with that, because you're fluffy." Cue monotone. "That's a good life lesson for us. If you're fluffy, you can do whatever you want, but if you aren't fluffy, everyone hates you forever, inherently. I'm not fluffy, apparently, because if I was, nobody would be trying to hurt me. Logic." It was kinda an analogy for blood status. Funny that Ash was a muggleborn "Do you know everything? Do you think you know everything?" She stared at him curiously. This kneazle reminded her of so many people. Feed me. I'm smart. I hate you. Feed me. I'm better than you. Food please.
Ooh! Some fur had rubbed off. She prepared the potion. And then she ingested it. "I'm supposed to hear your feelings now apparently. I guess I'll find out what that means."
Full of himself? How dare she insinuate such a thing. Simon was simply confident. What was wrong with that? He swished his tail majestically as the girl pet him, still yammering on about something regarding fluffiness. Humans. Perpetually talking too much.
Once she ingested the potion, if she listened carefully, she may hear a subtle thought. "Well, I shall beg of you the same question. Do you think you know everything?"
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"D'awwww!" Bernie coooooooed at the kneazle, swatting at her hand. She needed a string for him to play with. "Nem, Nem," she turned to her tablemate, not even caring that she was interrupting their notetaking and whatever, and gestured at the kneazle. "Conjure me a feather or something so Philbert here can have something to play with." Bossy, that Bernie was. She'd also (typical of her, honestly) missed the part where the professor had said there were cat toys on the back counter.
Back to the kneazle, and the professor. Bernie had decided to start putting the hairs in the vial with the potion from earlier, and then should she... shake it up? What? She kinda stole a glance at Nem, who would know this information, but felt too prideful in her kneazle at the moment to bother asking. Back to the professor, and the kneazle, again. "Ew," she muttered under her breath about the old man that ran the barns. Again, not interested! But potions research, yes! She needed the help!
"Isn't there a potion that goes along with becoming an animagus?" she asked lightly, innocently, though it was doubtful she'd enjoy that much.
Phil really didn't need a feather or a string, as he had become increasingly preoccupied with an invisible speck on the workstation. No, to the human eye, there was nothing there. But Phil certainly saw something. He pawed at it intently. Then, he turned to the girl and started pawing nonchalantly at her hair. Hair was fun.
"There is indeed. A very complex one to brew, if that. With some incredibly rare ingredients." Much beyond the scope of what she was allowed to teach at Hogwarts. Shreya had never ingested one herself, but she heard that it came with some particularly nasty side effects.
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Violet gave the owl a final pat, and slipped him a bit of oatmeal cookies that she found at the bottom of her pocket. "Bye, owl, stay safe. Thank you for talking with me."
She wondered if the effects of the potion would linger after their experiment, and what the owl would make of that.
Next, she went up to the cages of kneazles--puffskeins were just too cute, and....pink! She looked at them for a few minutes, then picked out the dignified, sensible-looking one--Simon, the label said his name was. She carried him back to the table as he eyed her with caution, though not alarm, and opened the cage to let him step out, if he wished. She reached toward him hesitantly, holding out her hand first in case he wanted to sniff it. "Good afternoon, Simon. Okay if I pet you just a bit? Just for a stray hair or two for my potion?"
Simon stepped out of the cage with a flourish, not even bothering to sniff the girl's hand. He was troubled at the fact that they kept putting him back in that ridiculous cage. Kneazles were meant to roam. He considered the girl's question for a moment before offering her a subtle purr. Yes, he would indeed accept some pets. At least she was polite about it.
Oh, no. Another one? Wasn't one enough? Basil contracted his fur at the girl's touch, reducing himself to half of his normal size. Thankfully, this one had gloves. That was a little better, at least. And she was talking quietly. He liked that. He re-puffed his fur at that realization, ever so slightly.
He seemed to be a bit more comfortable after she had her hands around him, stroking gently. And she would make SURE to keep her voice as quiet as possible. She was also kind of luck that she had on gloves because as she pet the puffskein, his fur was coming off. That was soooooo cool! It meant she didn't have to pluck any hairs or anything!
"That's suuuch a good boy," she said gently, taking him back to her table and sitting on her chair. She faced away from Grace the owl because she didn't want to frighten poor Basil. She continued cradling him like the PRECIOUS BABY THAT HE WAS. "I can't wait to see what you're thinking, little guy," she coooooed, and soon she was adding the fur that had come off on her gloves into the potion. She then waited patiently for the bubbles to finish doing their little thang.
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Full of himself? How dare she insinuate such a thing. Simon was simply confident. What was wrong with that? He swished his tail majestically as the girl pet him, still yammering on about something regarding fluffiness. Humans. Perpetually talking too much.
Once she ingested the potion, if she listened carefully, she may hear a subtle thought. "Well, I shall beg of you the same question. Do you think you know everything?"
What kind of a question was that? "Nah. I clearly don't know how to act. If I knew everything, I would be a. gone, and b. uninjured. I'm not dumb, but I don't know everything. I think I have impaired decision making skills. Does THAT answer your question?" But did HE know everything? That was the question. "You redirect all of my questions. " She pet the simon the overconfident kneazle. "I can ask you a different question if you want. If I ever get crucio'd, would you care?" She kept petting Simon the floofy kneazle. "A lot of people wouldn't. People my age. I find that depressing."
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
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Oh, now look at this lovely girl! She was a good one—the puffskein could just tell. Lilly hummed in delight at the compliment of her pink fur and watched with expectant eyes as she downed the drink.
This puffskein didn't need much convincing. She liked this girl already. Which was why the Slytherin would quickly hear a high-pitched, dainty "Nice to meet ya too! I'm Lilly. What's your name? You have pretty hair too." She rolled in a circle before perching in the girl's palm. "Do you wanna know where I got my pink fur from?"
What’s that?
Claudine was concerned at first upon hearing the hum. But a quick survey of her chosen puffskein told her that the creature was okay. At least to the best of her knowledge Lilly was. And this was further backed up by the face that she could quite clearly hear the little creature’s thoughts. Colour Claudine super excited once more!
[/i]Oh my.[/i] Lilly was quite the chatterbox! Not that the Slytherin minded. She was most likely to spend her time talking to animals than to humans. “Hi, Lilly. I’m Claudine. No nicknames… just Claudine.” Her own hair? The Snakette absentmindedly reached up to touch the strands with her free hand. She took good care of it usually but not as obsessively as some girls her age. “Thanks. I try to keep it tame,’’ she joked.
Claudine giggled as she watched Lilly roll about. “You’re so energetic!’’ Did the puffskein know this? “Yes, please. Tell me all about it. Pink hair suits you very much.”
"What?" Nem said, finishing a bullet point about different human languages, and the required extra translation element in terms of trying the potion in such a context, before looking up at Grantham again.
Conjure a-... Merlin alive.
Drawing their wand - ever the helpful friend - Nem turned towards the back workstation, scanned it for a moment, then flicked their wand at it. "Accio." A cat toy, little fake mouse (with a feather for a tail, because naturally) on a string, flew over, and Nem caught it. They gave the fake mouse a little sniff, then handed the toy over to Grantham. "Try that. I think there might be catnip in it." And that creature seemed like it might need all the stimulation it could get. Right there with you, Phil.
After adding just a couple more things to their notes, Nem reshuffled the parchment and turned their attention to the kneazle instead. "Please tell me you're not thinking of becoming an animagus," they remarked, flicking their eyes briefly towards Grantham, then back again. Her statement had definitely been directed at Varma, but Nem would be remiss if they did not jump in.
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Stroking stroking...maybe he should offer a nuzzle of the cheek to the puffskein too? At this point Atlas was not entirely sure he cared about the Potions activity and more about the fact that this pudgy puffskein was quickly turning into a comfort creature. Much softer and warmer than Ore-son Welles. The Gryffindor was juuuuuuuust beginning to lean in to rub his cheek along the top of the puffskein when all of a sudden there was an obscure sound that echoed in his head. Was sound even the right thing? He couldn't help but briefly mull over, again, the response the professor had given to one Nem Upstead and...perhaps sound was accurate in phrasing? But there was SOMETHING and there was a message received.
It was working? IT WAS WORKING?!
"Food?" Atlas cocked his head down and looked at the lazy puffskein. "You hungry?" That second question was more of a rhetorical one seeing as the blonde had hopped out of his seat and was now carrying the puffskein over to the options. "Okay...I'm going to hold you over each of these so...let me know what you want." Starting from one side of the food to the other, Atlas hovered the puffskein over each option for approximately 5 seconds each and waited for a response. When he received one...he would pull the item to carry back over to his desk.
Pancake was very glad that the boy was carrying him around. Any excuse to not expound any extra energy was well received by the puffskein. He sniffed each option before shrugging slightly.
"One of each." He yawned. While he could technically grab the treats himself, he had a better idea. Without warning, he quickly flicked his tongue up (the fastest he had moved in a week, in fact) to the boy's nostril. A boogey appetizer would be nice indeed.
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Delaney reluctantly locked Ignatius back in the cage he arrived in as the lesson continued. She was sad to say goodbye to her furry companion but her attention was quickly redirected to the new creatures revealed at the back of the room. Ooooooo… puffskeins or kneazles….which will the Slytherin choose… After quick deliberation Delaney picked out Penelope the Puffskein and brought her over to her work station.
“Hello Penelope. I’m Delaney. You and me need to be on the same page got it?” Delaney said eyeballing the fluffy creature attempting to be friendly, “So here’s the deal, you get some treats, I’ll give you some pets, we chat and become good friends ya?
She grabbed a handful of Puffskein treats and waved one in front of Penelope to try and get her attention.
Wheeeee!!!!! A HUMAN!!!!!! This was the most fun she had had ALL DAY! Penelope bounced up and down happily as the girl carried her to the workstation. Once she was placed down, she started rolling in circles, stopping only to stick out her tongue and grab the treat. Then it was back to rolling. She just couldn't help herself! Treats, pets, and time inside the castle!!!!! This was the BEST!!!!! DAY!!!!! EVER!!!!!
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He seemed to be a bit more comfortable after she had her hands around him, stroking gently. And she would make SURE to keep her voice as quiet as possible. She was also kind of luck that she had on gloves because as she pet the puffskein, his fur was coming off. That was soooooo cool! It meant she didn't have to pluck any hairs or anything!
"That's suuuch a good boy," she said gently, taking him back to her table and sitting on her chair. She faced away from Grace the owl because she didn't want to frighten poor Basil. She continued cradling him like the PRECIOUS BABY THAT HE WAS. "I can't wait to see what you're thinking, little guy," she coooooed, and soon she was adding the fur that had come off on her gloves into the potion. She then waited patiently for the bubbles to finish doing their little thang.
Alright, this lady wasn't so bad. She was kind of.....nice, actually. But why was everyone else in the room being soooo loud?? Basil peeked his eye out again, and if the girl listened closely, she might hear a very slight humming sound. Progress!
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What’s that?
Claudine was concerned at first upon hearing the hum. But a quick survey of her chosen puffskein told her that the creature was okay. At least to the best of her knowledge Lilly was. And this was further backed up by the face that she could quite clearly hear the little creature’s thoughts. Colour Claudine super excited once more!
[/i]Oh my.[/i] Lilly was quite the chatterbox! Not that the Slytherin minded. She was most likely to spend her time talking to animals than to humans. “Hi, Lilly. I’m Claudine. No nicknames… just Claudine.” Her own hair? The Snakette absentmindedly reached up to touch the strands with her free hand. She took good care of it usually but not as obsessively as some girls her age. “Thanks. I try to keep it tame,’’ she joked.
Claudine giggled as she watched Lilly roll about. “You’re so energetic!’’ Did the puffskein know this? “Yes, please. Tell me all about it. Pink hair suits you very much.”
"Oh, well it's nice to meet you Claudine," Lilly replied with a happy giggle. She rolled up the girl's arm and around her neck as she talked about her hair before perching herself on the table once more. Yay, they could talk about hair some more! "Thanks! Well, my mommy is all pink. She's one of those tiny puffskeins. You know, the ones that are pretty colors?" Lilly forgot what they were called. Pixie puffs maybe? "So my sisters and I all have a little bit of pink fur, too!" She looked up at the girl with big, blue eyes, rimmed with long lashes. "What's your favorite color, Claudine?"
Wheeeee!!!!! A HUMAN!!!!!! This was the most fun she had had ALL DAY! Penelope bounced up and down happily as the girl carried her to the workstation. Once she was placed down, she started rolling in circles, stopping only to stick out her tongue and grab the treat. Then it was back to rolling. She just couldn't help herself! Treats, pets, and time inside the castle!!!!! This was the BEST!!!!! DAY!!!!! EVER!!!!!
The first year sat still as stone as she stopped and stared at the puffskein, trying to absorb what was happening as the fluffy thing bounced and rolled and wriggled about. After a few moments she shrugged and smiled brooding at Penelope. At least someone was having a good time in the castle.
Delaney found herself shimmying in her seat hummed to herself and the puffskein as she started handing out one treat after another until she only had one left, "Alright Penelope, last treat okay? And then I'm going to pet out ALLL over, got it?" The first year handed over the last treat before reaching in and gently petting the puffskein. Her other hand joined soon after and she was attempting to bet Penelope all over just as she promised. Treats and pets.
The brunette figured she must have enough of the animal's essence by now and dropped a few strands of fur into her remaining potion. As the bubbling died down , Delaney tipped her head back and downed it in two big gulps. "Okay Penelope...speak to me. I'm all ears!"
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"You're the best and smartest and prettiest kneazle I've ever met," Phoebe gave Mirabelle all the scritch-scratches she could, and it brought her JOY when the kneazle leaned into her touch. The look on her face. Those eyes. Merlin, could Phoebe KEEP HER? "You're the best kneazle."
There were a few strands on her uniform skirt, and Phoebe dropped them into her potion before returning to her kneazle friend. "More treats, Miss Pretty?"
I'm bad at following directions sometimes irl so hope this worked lol
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Phil really didn't need a feather or a string, as he had become increasingly preoccupied with an invisible speck on the workstation. No, to the human eye, there was nothing there. But Phil certainly saw something. He pawed at it intently. Then, he turned to the girl and started pawing nonchalantly at her hair. Hair was fun.
"There is indeed. A very complex one to brew, if that. With some incredibly rare ingredients." Much beyond the scope of what she was allowed to teach at Hogwarts. Shreya had never ingested one herself, but she heard that it came with some particularly nasty side effects.
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"What?" Nem said, finishing a bullet point about different human languages, and the required extra translation element in terms of trying the potion in such a context, before looking up at Grantham again.
Conjure a-... Merlin alive.
Drawing their wand - ever the helpful friend - Nem turned towards the back workstation, scanned it for a moment, then flicked their wand at it. "Accio." A cat toy, little fake mouse (with a feather for a tail, because naturally) on a string, flew over, and Nem caught it. They gave the fake mouse a little sniff, then handed the toy over to Grantham. "Try that. I think there might be catnip in it." And that creature seemed like it might need all the stimulation it could get. Right there with you, Phil.
After adding just a couple more things to their notes, Nem reshuffled the parchment and turned their attention to the kneazle instead. "Please tell me you're not thinking of becoming an animagus," they remarked, flicking their eyes briefly towards Grantham, then back again. Her statement had definitely been directed at Varma, but Nem would be remiss if they did not jump in.
Phil liked her hair? PHIL LIKED HER HAIR!!!! Bernie snuggled her face into Phil's fur again, giving him a big sniff, but also trying to keep her hair out of his paws. Ewwhooohoohoo. Big boi was also a stinky boi. She should... drink the potion or whatever she was supposed to do...
She turned as Nem threw the mouse to her, catching it with glee, and turning back to the kitty. "Here you go buddy!!" Hoping Phil liked it!!! She had some cat hairs on her robes now and, curiously, was not sneezing. Huh. Huh. All her life she'd been told she was allergic to cats.... she'd be thinking on that later... Regardless, her potion was ready now, so she quickly uncapped it and chugged it in one gulp. Now she just had to stare at... Phil? Bernie started doing that to hear the kneazle's thoughts. Maybe it loved the mouse toy! Maybe it did not!
Oh, N e m e s i s. "Okay," she smirked to herself, eyes still on the kneazle. "I'm not thinking of becoming an animagus," she dutifully replied. "I'm just," her gaze briefly left the kneazle, so she could nod at the professor, "curious about those who have done. Those Transfiguration masters, you know?" Just a thought she'd been working with. Annnd back to staring at Phil. Catnip mouse for your thoughts, buddy?
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Treat? Hmm. That did sound appealing. And it smelled very good. Basil was certainly tempted. He weighed his options for a moment before hesitantly making a move for it. He stayed far away, using his long tongue to quickly snatch the treat. After he swallowed, he rolled a bit closer to the human.
Quinn blinked, surprised at the long tongue. This was his first time interacting with a puffskein, after all. "Oh. Very long tongue, huh?"
He smiled as Basil came a bit closer. "Yeah, see? Nothing bad. Just tasty treats. Is it alright if I..?" He didn't finish the question, but cautiously held out his hand and pet the little one lightly, hopefully comfortingly.
Phil liked her hair? PHIL LIKED HER HAIR!!!! Bernie snuggled her face into Phil's fur again, giving him a big sniff, but also trying to keep her hair out of his paws. Ewwhooohoohoo. Big boi was also a stinky boi. She should... drink the potion or whatever she was supposed to do...
She turned as Nem threw the mouse to her, catching it with glee, and turning back to the kitty. "Here you go buddy!!" Hoping Phil liked it!!! She had some cat hairs on her robes now and, curiously, was not sneezing. Huh. Huh. All her life she'd been told she was allergic to cats.... she'd be thinking on that later... Regardless, her potion was ready now, so she quickly uncapped it and chugged it in one gulp. Now she just had to stare at... Phil? Bernie started doing that to hear the kneazle's thoughts. Maybe it loved the mouse toy! Maybe it did not!
Oh, N e m e s i s. "Okay," she smirked to herself, eyes still on the kneazle. "I'm not thinking of becoming an animagus," she dutifully replied. "I'm just," her gaze briefly left the kneazle, so she could nod at the professor, "curious about those who have done. Those Transfiguration masters, you know?" Just a thought she'd been working with. Annnd back to staring at Phil. Catnip mouse for your thoughts, buddy?
Nem liked cats and kneazles as much as the next emotional void, but Grantham was something else (that was becoming a running theme). What was it about the Felidae family in particular that just had people leaving any and all dignity at the door?
Leaning on the desk and propping their head in their hand, Nem settled in to see how this was going to go. They wouldn't be in on any of those thoughts, but were vaguely interested in watching the faces of both human and kneazle, to see if they could pinpoint the moment the potion worked, or if they could tell that it hadn't.
First though, Nem snorted. Transfiguration masters, sure. "Jake's an animagus." Whether this influenced Nem's disregard for their father, or that disregard influenced their dislike of animagi, that was a phoenix-or-the-egg type riddle. They, however, were of the opinion both existed entirely independent of the other. Point was, that guy was a master of absolutely nothing.
Nem had a mind to tell Grantham more of their thoughts on the subject of animagi, but the whole kneazle situation was not only more immediate, but more interesting. Observations recommenced.
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The squeezes! Too bad Kinsay hadn't taken the potion yet, because if she had, she might be hearing that the squeezes were not opportune for the fur volume. Sasha fidgeted a bit, trying to wriggle her way free. After a rather loud meow, she was able to leap out of the human's hands. (Though she hoped the girl knew it wasn't anything personal. Sasha had just spent quite a long time preening this morning, and she didn't want it all to go to waste.) The kneazle perched herself on the table and began furiously grooming herself. Normally, she'd save her baths for more....private settings. But her fur was certainly ruffled by now, and that was unacceptable.
Yes, too bad indeed. Kinsay couldn't think about the potion right now when she was CUDDLING THE PRETTIEST KNEA-
Gasp!
Kiz gave the kneazle a look of ultimate disappointment when she hopped onto the table. No matter! This would not stop Kinsay from picking her up once again and snuggling her intensely. Kneazle hugs were the cure for sads, right? Cause Kinsay had a lot of those lately, so she'd need lots of kneazle hugs. It was the rules. She made them up just now. Hi, kneazle. You're the cutest.
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Catch-up + Lilly the puffskein *cramming a lot into 1 post because time crunch*
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Professor Varma’s reply got a slight smile from Heath, though he wasn’t sure if it was because he was relieved that she appreciated his answer or because he was amused at the story about her cat. Why did cats do that? Rey never did the toy in the water dish thing, but his mum’s old cat did sometimes. Cats were weird! He listened to the professor, curious about where this was going. Yes, he remembered that mystery potion, but what did that have to do with their pets joining them? Unless… His heart sank as his earlier suspicions about that potion returned. Was he right about the Neo-Alliance forcing them to poison their own pets?
Oh? The animal whisperer potion, that’s what that potion was. Heath was relieved to know that. Better him taking the potion than Rey! His dark eyes darted from the little gray cat to the items on the front workstation. Probably best to get those before he took Rey out of the cage. If he carried her with him, she might bolt if she got scared or if she saw an animal she wanted to play with. Nope, that wasn’t happening! He was not giving the hoods a reason to kill her! Getting up, he moved to the workstation to pick up a vial of potion, a cat toy, and a few treats - but not too many. He always had Rey’s favorite toy and treats in his bag for the rare occasion that he got to see her, so he’d save the other toys and treats for people who didn’t have any for their pets.
He returned to his seat, setting the toys and treats on the table in front of him. His eyes locked with Rey’s big blue ones as he peered into the cage, and she gave him a slow blink. “Come here, Rey,” he said, opening the cage door. He scooped up the gray cat, holding her close to him so she couldn’t escape, and his heart broke as he felt her little body trembling against him. He didn’t need a potion to know she felt scared and trapped; he felt the same way. “It’s okay, you’re safe now,” he whispered, gently petting her head. “I know. It’s no fun being stuck in that cage…”
Henlo, hooman dad! I iz Jedi cat using mind tricks on you. You will remove me from this cage and leave the door open. YAAAS, FREEDOM!!! Good hooman! I don’t like it in there. It’s dark and small and loud. Too many animals, and too many bad hoomans! Can I haz cuddles now? Yaaas, give the Jedi cat all the cuddles!
Heath kept petting Rey until she stopped trembling. Only when she seemed calm did he reach for a feather wand and dangle it in front of her. She blinked but made no effort to bat at it like she usually did. Now he was getting really worried! At least he got her to eat some treats. He almost did the Unkar Plutt voice that he always did when he offered Rey a “quarter portion” but stopped himself just in time. He didn’t want to know what might happen to them if he got caught making a muggle reference!
Nope, no birb. Sick of birbs! I see birbs all the time, and I don’t even get to play with them. Treats are good, though. Om nom nom! Yay, quarter portion for the Jedi cat! But why u no do the voice?
Keeping one protective arm around Rey, just in case she tried to escape, he quickly wet his other hand and resumed petting her with it until several hairs in varying shades of gray stuck to his palm. He added the hairs to the potion vial, watching impatiently for the bubbles to stop. There was no time to waste! He needed to know what Rey was thinking now. In the short time it took the potion to stop bubbling, Rey snuggled into his chest and began kneading his sweater. He smiled a little. At least now she seemed a bit more like her old self! He downed the potion in one gulp. Well, that tasted… weird, but did it do anything? He didn’t feel any different. “Rey?”
Oh, no! Hooman dad is sad! I can help. Knead, knead, knead. Purrrrrr… Dad’s sweater is so soft and fluffeh, just like Rey the Jedi cat!
He could hear her! Heath wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Part of him was amused by the little gray cat’s thoughts. Part of him wondered why she thought that, but mostly he was touched that she wanted to make him feel better. He chuckled softly. “I’m glad you like my sweater, but why do you think I’m sad?”
Purr… Knead, knead - Oh! Dad can hear me now? You always hold me differently when you’re sad.
Heath blinked, taken aback. “I do? How?” Then another thought occurred to him. “I don’t hurt you when I hold you that way, do I?”
No, no. It’s a little tighter than usual, but it doesn’t hurt. Why is Dad sad? Don’t be sad! I give you kisses. Lick, lick, lick…
All Heath could do was watch, at a loss for words as Rey wrapped her front paws around his wrist and began licking his hand. He wished he could tell her how he felt, but there were eyes and ears everywhere. If the wrong person overheard him pouring his heart out to her, it would put both of them in danger! “I’ll be okay. I’m just worried about you.”
Blink, blink. Oh? Don’t worry, Dad! I’ll be okay too.
Heath wanted to continue his conversation with Rey, but the professor was moving on to something else. He gently lifted Rey to put her back in her cage, but as soon as he did, she dug her claws into his sweater. The potion hadn’t quite worn off yet, and he could still hear Rey’s thoughts begging him not to put her back in there. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, my baby Jedi cat, he thought sadly. And not just sorry for putting her in the cage. He was sorry he brought her here. If he had any idea what would happen this term, he would’ve left her at home.
Maybe bonding with another creature would help him feel better… he hoped! He left his seat to peruse the creatures at the back of the room, and he was immediately drawn to the puffskeins. Kneazles were similar enough to cats that Rey might get jealous if she saw him bond with one of them, and the puffskeins reminded him of Holdo, the little purple pygmy puff he had to leave at home. One in particular caught his eye, the one with the pink streaks. Those streaks reminded him of another pygmy puff he used to have! “Hello, pretty puffie,” he greeted quietly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Heath. Want to be friends?”
He kept talking to the puffskein as he wet his hands, hoping to give her time to get accustomed to his presence before he opened the cage door. “I’m going to take you out of your cage, okay?” he said. “Don’t worry, you’ll be safe with me.” Only then did he venture to pick her up and gently stroke her fur.
“I like your hair,” he said as he continued petting her. “It reminds me of someone I used to know.” When he looked at his fingers, there were pink hairs stuck to them. He added them to one of the vials and drank it up. As he waited for it to take effect, he resumed petting the pretty pink-streaked puffskein. Did that do anything?
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What kind of a question was that? "Nah. I clearly don't know how to act. If I knew everything, I would be a. gone, and b. uninjured. I'm not dumb, but I don't know everything. I think I have impaired decision making skills. Does THAT answer your question?" But did HE know everything? That was the question. "You redirect all of my questions. " She pet the simon the overconfident kneazle. "I can ask you a different question if you want. If I ever get crucio'd, would you care?" She kept petting Simon the floofy kneazle. "A lot of people wouldn't. People my age. I find that depressing."
"Perhaps I'm just prompting you to thiiiiink," Simon replied in a lofty tone, drawing out the syllables in the last word for emphasis. "An unforgivable curse, hmm? I would be quite distressed upon anyone being hit with such a spell." He paused to lick a ruffled patch of fur on his forearm....or forepaw? "I find many people your age to be quite.....frivolous on the surface. Though if you dig a little deeper, you may find that you have more allies than you think."
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"You're the best and smartest and prettiest kneazle I've ever met," Phoebe gave Mirabelle all the scritch-scratches she could, and it brought her JOY when the kneazle leaned into her touch. The look on her face. Those eyes. Merlin, could Phoebe KEEP HER? "You're the best kneazle."
There were a few strands on her uniform skirt, and Phoebe dropped them into her potion before returning to her kneazle friend. "More treats, Miss Pretty?"
Mirabelle purred in delight. Such a lovely young lady. She watched intently as the girl placed the specimen into the vial, and then mewed happily at the question about more treats. If Phoebe was able to hear her thoughts yet, she might hear a soothing, kind voice. "Why thank you, sugar. Your mama or papa must have raised you well."
Text Cut: Bernie & Nem
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Phil liked her hair? PHIL LIKED HER HAIR!!!! Bernie snuggled her face into Phil's fur again, giving him a big sniff, but also trying to keep her hair out of his paws. Ewwhooohoohoo. Big boi was also a stinky boi. She should... drink the potion or whatever she was supposed to do...
She turned as Nem threw the mouse to her, catching it with glee, and turning back to the kitty. "Here you go buddy!!" Hoping Phil liked it!!! She had some cat hairs on her robes now and, curiously, was not sneezing. Huh. Huh. All her life she'd been told she was allergic to cats.... she'd be thinking on that later... Regardless, her potion was ready now, so she quickly uncapped it and chugged it in one gulp. Now she just had to stare at... Phil? Bernie started doing that to hear the kneazle's thoughts. Maybe it loved the mouse toy! Maybe it did not!
Oh, N e m e s i s. "Okay," she smirked to herself, eyes still on the kneazle. "I'm not thinking of becoming an animagus," she dutifully replied. "I'm just," her gaze briefly left the kneazle, so she could nod at the professor, "curious about those who have done. Those Transfiguration masters, you know?" Just a thought she'd been working with. Annnd back to staring at Phil. Catnip mouse for your thoughts, buddy?
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Nem liked cats and kneazles as much as the next emotional void, but Grantham was something else (that was becoming a running theme). What was it about the Felidae family in particular that just had people leaving any and all dignity at the door?
Leaning on the desk and propping their head in their hand, Nem settled in to see how this was going to go. They wouldn't be in on any of those thoughts, but were vaguely interested in watching the faces of both human and kneazle, to see if they could pinpoint the moment the potion worked, or if they could tell that it hadn't.
First though, Nem snorted. Transfiguration masters, sure. "Jake's an animagus." Whether this influenced Nem's disregard for their father, or that disregard influenced their dislike of animagi, that was a phoenix-or-the-egg type riddle. They, however, were of the opinion both existed entirely independent of the other. Point was, that guy was a master of absolutely nothing.
Nem had a mind to tell Grantham more of their thoughts on the subject of animagi, but the whole kneazle situation was not only more immediate, but more interesting. Observations recommenced.
It was as if Phil didn't even see the mouse. He was too preoccupied with the invisible speck on the table. That is, until he heard the Slytherin speak. The kneazle looked at them, cocking his head ever so slightly. Jake. That was a fun word. He wanted to say it a bunch of times. Moseying over to Nem, Phil butted his head against their hand. The girl would soon hear a repetitive, "Jake. Jakey Jake Jake Jakers. Jake. Jakey Bakey Snakey. Jakery. Jakeeeee."
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Yes, too bad indeed. Kinsay couldn't think about the potion right now when she was CUDDLING THE PRETTIEST KNEA-
Gasp!
Kiz gave the kneazle a look of ultimate disappointment when she hopped onto the table. No matter! This would not stop Kinsay from picking her up once again and snuggling her intensely. Kneazle hugs were the cure for sads, right? Cause Kinsay had a lot of those lately, so she'd need lots of kneazle hugs. It was the rules. She made them up just now. Hi, kneazle. You're the cutest.
Sasha simply stared back at the girl's look of disappointment, blinking prettily a few times. Surely the girl would understand. Looks were important after all. Not to mention she was trying to get the attention of Simon. Ahh, Simon. The most handsome and smart kneazle. But he hadn't paid her one measly purr or glance all day long. When the girl picked her up again, Sasha simply huffed into Kinsay's robes (if there was such thing a kneazle huff), resorting herself to the fact that this was her life now. At least the girl's shirt smelled better than the rest of the room.
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The first year sat still as stone as she stopped and stared at the puffskein, trying to absorb what was happening as the fluffy thing bounced and rolled and wriggled about. After a few moments she shrugged and smiled brooding at Penelope. At least someone was having a good time in the castle.
Delaney found herself shimmying in her seat hummed to herself and the puffskein as she started handing out one treat after another until she only had one left, "Alright Penelope, last treat okay? And then I'm going to pet out ALLL over, got it?" The first year handed over the last treat before reaching in and gently petting the puffskein. Her other hand joined soon after and she was attempting to bet Penelope all over just as she promised. Treats and pets.
The brunette figured she must have enough of the animal's essence by now and dropped a few strands of fur into her remaining potion. As the bubbling died down , Delaney tipped her head back and downed it in two big gulps. "Okay Penelope...speak to me. I'm all ears!"
More treats!!! And pets!!! Hooray!!! Penelope scooped up the treat (yum....bogey-flavored!) before continuing her bouncing. This was funnnnn!!! She watched eagerly as the girl drank the potion, rolling up her arm, around her neck, and perching herself on top of the girl's head. "HI! I'm Penelope! Some people call me Penny, but I like Penelope better, because I think it sounds more sophisticated, dontcha think? Hmm?" She bounced off Delaney's head and rolled in a circle around the workstation. "It's fun to be in the castle. I haven't been outside of the creature barn in AGESSSS! Are you stuck in the castle too? Are ya?"
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Quinn blinked, surprised at the long tongue. This was his first time interacting with a puffskein, after all. "Oh. Very long tongue, huh?"
He smiled as Basil came a bit closer. "Yeah, see? Nothing bad. Just tasty treats. Is it alright if I..?" He didn't finish the question, but cautiously held out his hand and pet the little one lightly, hopefully comfortingly.
Basil shrunk into himself a bit at the touch, but he soon found that it wasn't so bad. He repuffed a bit, rolling a tiny bit closer.
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Professor Varma’s reply got a slight smile from Heath, though he wasn’t sure if it was because he was relieved that she appreciated his answer or because he was amused at the story about her cat. Why did cats do that? Rey never did the toy in the water dish thing, but his mum’s old cat did sometimes. Cats were weird! He listened to the professor, curious about where this was going. Yes, he remembered that mystery potion, but what did that have to do with their pets joining them? Unless… His heart sank as his earlier suspicions about that potion returned. Was he right about the Neo-Alliance forcing them to poison their own pets?
Oh? The animal whisperer potion, that’s what that potion was. Heath was relieved to know that. Better him taking the potion than Rey! His dark eyes darted from the little gray cat to the items on the front workstation. Probably best to get those before he took Rey out of the cage. If he carried her with him, she might bolt if she got scared or if she saw an animal she wanted to play with. Nope, that wasn’t happening! He was not giving the hoods a reason to kill her! Getting up, he moved to the workstation to pick up a vial of potion, a cat toy, and a few treats - but not too many. He always had Rey’s favorite toy and treats in his bag for the rare occasion that he got to see her, so he’d save the other toys and treats for people who didn’t have any for their pets.
He returned to his seat, setting the toys and treats on the table in front of him. His eyes locked with Rey’s big blue ones as he peered into the cage, and she gave him a slow blink. “Come here, Rey,” he said, opening the cage door. He scooped up the gray cat, holding her close to him so she couldn’t escape, and his heart broke as he felt her little body trembling against him. He didn’t need a potion to know she felt scared and trapped; he felt the same way. “It’s okay, you’re safe now,” he whispered, gently petting her head. “I know. It’s no fun being stuck in that cage…”
Henlo, hooman dad! I iz Jedi cat using mind tricks on you. You will remove me from this cage and leave the door open. YAAAS, FREEDOM!!! Good hooman! I don’t like it in there. It’s dark and small and loud. Too many animals, and too many bad hoomans! Can I haz cuddles now? Yaaas, give the Jedi cat all the cuddles!
Heath kept petting Rey until she stopped trembling. Only when she seemed calm did he reach for a feather wand and dangle it in front of her. She blinked but made no effort to bat at it like she usually did. Now he was getting really worried! At least he got her to eat some treats. He almost did the Unkar Plutt voice that he always did when he offered Rey a “quarter portion” but stopped himself just in time. He didn’t want to know what might happen to them if he got caught making a muggle reference!
Nope, no birb. Sick of birbs! I see birbs all the time, and I don’t even get to play with them. Treats are good, though. Om nom nom! Yay, quarter portion for the Jedi cat! But why u no do the voice?
Keeping one protective arm around Rey, just in case she tried to escape, he quickly wet his other hand and resumed petting her with it until several hairs in varying shades of gray stuck to his palm. He added the hairs to the potion vial, watching impatiently for the bubbles to stop. There was no time to waste! He needed to know what Rey was thinking now. In the short time it took the potion to stop bubbling, Rey snuggled into his chest and began kneading his sweater. He smiled a little. At least now she seemed a bit more like her old self! He downed the potion in one gulp. Well, that tasted… weird, but did it do anything? He didn’t feel any different. “Rey?”
Oh, no! Hooman dad is sad! I can help. Knead, knead, knead. Purrrrrr… Dad’s sweater is so soft and fluffeh, just like Rey the Jedi cat!
He could hear her! Heath wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Part of him was amused by the little gray cat’s thoughts. Part of him wondered why she thought that, but mostly he was touched that she wanted to make him feel better. He chuckled softly. “I’m glad you like my sweater, but why do you think I’m sad?”
Purr… Knead, knead - Oh! Dad can hear me now? You always hold me differently when you’re sad.
Heath blinked, taken aback. “I do? How?” Then another thought occurred to him. “I don’t hurt you when I hold you that way, do I?”
No, no. It’s a little tighter than usual, but it doesn’t hurt. Why is Dad sad? Don’t be sad! I give you kisses. Lick, lick, lick…
All Heath could do was watch, at a loss for words as Rey wrapped her front paws around his wrist and began licking his hand. He wished he could tell her how he felt, but there were eyes and ears everywhere. If the wrong person overheard him pouring his heart out to her, it would put both of them in danger! “I’ll be okay. I’m just worried about you.”
Blink, blink. Oh? Don’t worry, Dad! I’ll be okay too.
Heath wanted to continue his conversation with Rey, but the professor was moving on to something else. He gently lifted Rey to put her back in her cage, but as soon as he did, she dug her claws into his sweater. The potion hadn’t quite worn off yet, and he could still hear Rey’s thoughts begging him not to put her back in there. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, my baby Jedi cat, he thought sadly. And not just sorry for putting her in the cage. He was sorry he brought her here. If he had any idea what would happen this term, he would’ve left her at home.
Maybe bonding with another creature would help him feel better… he hoped! He left his seat to peruse the creatures at the back of the room, and he was immediately drawn to the puffskeins. Kneazles were similar enough to cats that Rey might get jealous if she saw him bond with one of them, and the puffskeins reminded him of Holdo, the little purple pygmy puff he had to leave at home. One in particular caught his eye, the one with the pink streaks. Those streaks reminded him of another pygmy puff he used to have! “Hello, pretty puffie,” he greeted quietly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Heath. Want to be friends?”
He kept talking to the puffskein as he wet his hands, hoping to give her time to get accustomed to his presence before he opened the cage door. “I’m going to take you out of your cage, okay?” he said. “Don’t worry, you’ll be safe with me.” Only then did he venture to pick her up and gently stroke her fur.
“I like your hair,” he said as he continued petting her. “It reminds me of someone I used to know.” When he looked at his fingers, there were pink hairs stuck to them. He added them to one of the vials and drank it up. As he waited for it to take effect, he resumed petting the pretty pink-streaked puffskein. Did that do anything?
Oooooh, another human! And this one was so handsome! Lilly hummed happily as she got some more attention. It certainly was nice to get so much love after being stuck in the barns all this time. She watched curiously as the boy drank the potion. He'd hear a giggly, breathy, high-pitched voice in response. "Thanks. I like my pink fur, too. Did you use to know a pink puffskein? Maybe it was my mama." She rolled around the boy's feet. She liked this one. So gentle and nice! "You would look handsome with pink streaks in your hair, too." Lilly giggled. "Or maybe blue! What's your favorite color?"
"Perhaps I'm just prompting you to thiiiiink," Simon replied in a lofty tone, drawing out the syllables in the last word for emphasis. "An unforgivable curse, hmm? I would be quite distressed upon anyone being hit with such a spell." He paused to lick a ruffled patch of fur on his forearm....or forepaw? "I find many people your age to be quite.....frivolous on the surface. Though if you dig a little deeper, you may find that you have more allies than you think."
Ash smiled. Simon the judgy and confident kneazle was starting to grow on her... juuuust a little. "That's nice of you."More allies than you think, huh?"How can you be frivolous on the surface and deep on the inside? I thought it was usually the other way around. But I guess some people act like they don't care, but really they have to."More allies then you think. That gave her a small long-term idea. An idea that made her smile. If it worked, it would be really epic. And also really funny. And if it didn't work, there was low risk.... But back to the task at hand. "Maybe sometimes you have to be with something, even if you're frivolous. Something really simple, like torture is bad. It's hard to debate that. So even if you and someone else generally don't like each other, you can still find common ground." She was quite proud of herself for saying that, actually. SHe thought she could put that idea to good use in a while.
Basil shrunk into himself a bit at the touch, but he soon found that it wasn't so bad. He repuffed a bit, rolling a tiny bit closer.
A smile grew on Quinn's face as Basil repuffed from the pet. "Yeah, see? Not so bad." Quinn pulled his hand away and noticed some fur on it. He thought now was as good a time as any to test out the potion.
After dropping the fur in and drinking the potion, Quinn rested his head on the workbench. "Hey, Basil... can you understand me now?"
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Originally Posted by Felixir
Nem liked cats and kneazles as much as the next emotional void, but Grantham was something else (that was becoming a running theme). What was it about the Felidae family in particular that just had people leaving any and all dignity at the door?
Leaning on the desk and propping their head in their hand, Nem settled in to see how this was going to go. They wouldn't be in on any of those thoughts, but were vaguely interested in watching the faces of both human and kneazle, to see if they could pinpoint the moment the potion worked, or if they could tell that it hadn't.
First though, Nem snorted. Transfiguration masters, sure. "Jake's an animagus." Whether this influenced Nem's disregard for their father, or that disregard influenced their dislike of animagi, that was a phoenix-or-the-egg type riddle. They, however, were of the opinion both existed entirely independent of the other. Point was, that guy was a master of absolutely nothing.
Nem had a mind to tell Grantham more of their thoughts on the subject of animagi, but the whole kneazle situation was not only more immediate, but more interesting. Observations recommenced.
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Originally Posted by Fireheart
It was as if Phil didn't even see the mouse. He was too preoccupied with the invisible speck on the table. That is, until he heard the Slytherin speak. The kneazle looked at them, cocking his head ever so slightly. Jake. That was a fun word. He wanted to say it a bunch of times. Moseying over to Nem, Phil butted his head against their hand. The girl would soon hear a repetitive, "Jake. Jakey Jake Jake Jakers. Jake. Jakey Bakey Snakey. Jakery. Jakeeeee."
If only Nem had seen Bernie as an incoming first year getting so excited and obsessed with the cat at Ollivander's wand shop that she nearly forgot her wand there... that she was there in the first place to purchase.... well.... actually, vanish that comment: Nem probably wouldn't have been surprised by this behavior at all.
"Jake?" Bernie wondered aloud even as the word suddenly ran on repeat in her brain. It was like a playlist but exclusively for the name Jake. Jake. Jakey Jake Jake Jakers. Jake. Jakey Bakey Snakey. Jakery. Jake---
Bakey? Huh? Bernie was staring, open-mouthed, between her Slytherin friend and the kneazle before them. She almost asked can you hear that but shook herself as she recalled ~the potion~. Right. These were all potions effects. Hearing cats thoughts was NOT just the new normal.... etc etc etc.
"So, uh, Phil may want to meet Jake Upstead more than I do; the kneazle is ONLY thinking about your dad right now," Bernie pointed out lightly. Although this comment made her also feel a little bit deflated as she suddenly remembered the whole situation of this school year and that neither she nor Phil would probably be meeting the Auror soon. (And to think, she'd been adequately distracted this entire lesson enough to momentarily forget the Neo-Alliance and all). What a shame.
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Sasha simply stared back at the girl's look of disappointment, blinking prettily a few times. Surely the girl would understand. Looks were important after all. Not to mention she was trying to get the attention of Simon. Ahh, Simon. The most handsome and smart kneazle. But he hadn't paid her one measly purr or glance all day long. When the girl picked her up again, Sasha simply huffed into Kinsay's robes (if there was such thing a kneazle huff), resorting herself to the fact that this was her life now. At least the girl's shirt smelled better than the rest of the room.
Eeeeeeeeeee CUDDLES.
Kinsay was perfectly happy standing here and cuddling the fluffy kneazle all day, but she had enough sense to know that they were meant to be doing an activity. So after a few more squishes and a lil' nuzzle, Kizzy collected some of the kneazles fur and dropped into into her potion for sipping.
"Hi," was it working?
"I wish I was a kneazle. Life would be way less complicated." For a million and seventeen reasons.
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"Oh, well it's nice to meet you Claudine," Lilly replied with a happy giggle. She rolled up the girl's arm and around her neck as she talked about her hair before perching herself on the table once more. Yay, they could talk about hair some more! "Thanks! Well, my mommy is all pink. She's one of those tiny puffskeins. You know, the ones that are pretty colors?" Lilly forgot what they were called. Pixie puffs maybe? "So my sisters and I all have a little bit of pink fur, too!" She looked up at the girl with big, blue eyes, rimmed with long lashes. "What's your favorite color, Claudine?"
They were like two giggling best buds, Claudine and Lilly. While the adorable, little puffskein rolled along her arm and neck, the girl could get a feel even more of Lilly’s furriness. She found it quite soft and comforting. Her gaze followed Lilly as the creature rolled herself onto the table. Really, was so fascinating!
The Snakette bobbed her head. Yes, she definitely knew about those pretty colour puffskeins, or pygmy puffs. Thoughts of puffs brought back the fond memory of hers and Heath’s first date in Diagon Alley when they had bonded with Pygmy Puffs at the joke shop. “Pygmy puffs!’’ Claudine said enthusiastically, and perhaps a little too loudly. “Sorry.’’ A quick glance around was done to make sure that she hadn’t disturned anyone, and she hoped she hadn’t startled Lilly.
“Oh, wow. You lot are definitely a pretty looking bunch.’’ Claudine grinned. “Did you inherit your bounciness and cheerfulness from your mommy too?” Oh, her favourite colour? “I don’t have one particular one. I love a range of them. Pink, red, blue, apple green, aquamarine… I’m an artist,’’ came her added comment to explain why she didn’t stick to one colour as a favourite.
Simon stepped out of the cage with a flourish, not even bothering to sniff the girl's hand. He was troubled at the fact that they kept putting him back in that ridiculous cage. Kneazles were meant to roam. He considered the girl's question for a moment before offering her a subtle purr. Yes, he would indeed accept some pets. At least she was polite about it.
Violet was delighted when the kneazle deigned to leave his cage, and he seemed ready to accept a pet or two. She watched him for a minute first, though, just to admire his attitude--this kneazle had style! Violet wished she could enter a room like that. He was too beautiful to keep in that rinky-dink cage. "I know, that cage is no place to put a kneazle," she murmured softly as she carefully stroked him a few times down his back, in the way that cats seemed to like. "We feel like we're in a cage, too--these people have no idea how to behave!"
Looking down at her hand, Violet saw she had a number of kneazle hairs on it, so she stopped the petting and carefully added one to her next potion vial and watched it bubble furiously. "Pretty cool, huh?" she said, holding the vial so Simon could see it. "Don't worry, you don't have to drink this; it's for me. And if I've done it properly, I'll be able to talk with you in a minute."
Looking down, Violet saw the bubbles had settled down, so she took the vial and downed it in a single gulp, coughing a bit at the end. She held up her forearm to block her mouth as her eyes watered slightly, but she soon recovered. Then she looked back at Simon the Kneazle. "Well, that should do it. Um, we should be able to understand each other--can you hear what I'm saying? Are you all right? Have those people been hurting you kneazles?" She looked into the kneazle's eyes and waited hopefully for a response.
Aboli was so focused on her own puffskein that much of what was going on in the potions lab just...kind of passed her by. She didn't notice anything going on around her. Basil really seemed to be settling down, and Aboli was glad. By the time the potion was done, she could feel his humming, not really hear it. There was much too much hustle and bustle in the lab right now; it wasn't loud, but there was a lot of movement, which would make any soft noise hard to hear. Was the humming a good thing, like a cat's pur? Aboli hoped so!
She slowly grabbed the vial and downed her potion.
NOW BASIL. GIVE US ALL THE THOUGHTS, LITTLE GUY!
She continued stroking him in the meantime.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
Baguette | there is no D in my name | TRAITORclaw | Queenie of Narnia
Text Cut: mini activity catch up
This activity sounded promising!
It was nice when they had lessons like this. The anti-Muggle stuff was still thrown in because of course it was, but at least the entire lesson topic wasn't devoted to it.
And Ivy was glad Professor Varma hadn't told them what that mysterious potion was until now; it was definitely better as a surprise than as a potentially false hope. Even if it was also a little bit difficult realizing the owls were going to be kept locked away from them again after this.
The school owl in front of her had been pretty quiet this whole time, apparently still dozy. Sleepy little thing, wasn't he?
Ivy, not afraid of getting her hands a bit dirty, quickly got one of her hands wet then used her other hand to open the cage. "Hey, little guy," she said softly, slowly moving her damp hand closer to him. The screech owl opened one eye to watch her, but didn't move otherwise as she gave him a gentle pat. "You're a quiet one, huh?"
In response, he closed his eye again. Hmm... She ran her hand lightly down his back a few times, and he seemed to enjoy it since he did lean himself a little bit towards her hand. But he still didn't seem particularly attentive.
Once she felt she had enough little bits of feathers, she added them to the potion vial and took a quick drink. "Okay... Let's see how this works then, yeah? How're you?"
"Sleep."
There was definitely a voice, so...that was him, right? His eyes were still closed though.
"I guess you're pretty tired."
"Yes. Sleep."
Was that all he was gonna say??? "You don't...wanna talk??"
"No. Sleep."
Well, great, she got the one owl that didn't even want to talk to her. Hmph.
Thankfully the sleepy owl wasn't the end of the lesson. The cages under the blankets were finally revealed, and there were a few kneazles and puffskeins under there.
Awww! They were all so cute!
And hopefully more friendly and talkative than the owl she'd gotten. While the first round of students got their chance to spend time with them, Ivy dried her hand and got up to gather some treats and toys and brought them back to her workstation. A little bit of each kind, for some variety. Sure, some things might be more suited for a kneazle or a puffskein, but...well, who said they couldn't try new things? Besides, she wasn't sure which one she wanted yet.
Until she saw that one of the puffskeins was named PENELOPE.
Okay, she had to bond with that one. HAD TO.
Once the puffskein was free, she scooped her up, grinning. "Hi, Penelope! I'm Ivy, and I wanna be your friend. You've got the same name as my mum, which is pretty cool." She brought her back to her workstation and set the cute little puffskein down. "I've got a bunch of fun stuff here for you too! And lots of treats!" Ivy picked up one of the puffskein treats and held it out for her to take, if she wanted it.
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if we fall, we will fall together; and when we rise, we will rise together__________________♥♥♥♥ together we are dangerous; together with our differences; together we are bolder, braver, stronger
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