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Phoebe tried to continue petting Mirabelle while she sipped the potion and almost ended up spilling it all down her front, but she somehow managed the juggling act. There now. Potion down the hatch, and now she could scoop up the kneazle and cuddle her properly until the potion took hold. "Do they take good care of you? I mean, you are very pretty and fluffy and smell so nice, but are you having a nice term? I am not, if you want to know. It's my OWL term, you see?" She actually was having a bad term on account of all this awful Goon Squad stuff, but it seemed like a terrible idea to mention that out loud. "Studying. It's awful. Are you a momma kneazle? Do you have a family?" |
brb wheezin SPOILER!!: PhilBern This kneazle was broken. Had to be. Moseying all the way over here like that. Still, helped them out on the old reputation front, maybe. Taking their cue, they scratched Phil behind the ears, and then under the chin. "You're kidding." Merlin alive, that would teach Nem to throw his name about like that. Or... no, it probably wouldn't. "You're both touched." Inspiration chose that moment to hit Nem, and they glanced from the kneazle, to Grantham, and back again. If the creature could understand and repeat words, surely music was within its capabilities as well - though who knew with this particular specimen. Couldn't hurt to try, even if it did mean momentarily relaxing their total ban on music and melody. Still scritching the kneazle's head, Nem leaned in a little closer and softly hummed what they knew of It's a Small World. Risky? Who cared. Even if Rent-a-Snitch were even here, what was the likelihood they knew the song? It was from back when dinosaurs roamed the earth, and Walter Weasley was entering his thirties or so. Besides, it would be worth it to get an earworm stuck in Grantham's head, even if the kneazle butchered it a little bit first. |
Text Cut: Ashley "Perhaps. Common ground may be more common than you may originally perceive it to be...." Simon responded, trailing off a bit in thought. Though that was nothing unusual for the kneazle. He was perpetually whisked away by his own ideas. Text Cut: Bernie & Nem Phil was still yammering on about Jake the Jakety-Snakety-Bakety-Cakety until the Slytherin started petting him. He cocked his head slightly at that, staring blankly at them in return. He meowed once—out loud, a long, drawn out one— in return. Then, it was back to the invisible speck (quite interesting, apparently), whilst singing his new song in his head—in a chorus of meows, of course. The problem was, he could only remember one line. So it was the same one, over and over again. Broken record, anyone? Text Cut: Kinsay "Hey," Sasha responded coolly, shaking her fur out a bit to recover from all the squishes. She relaxed on the workstation, splaying out her limbs to stretch. "Oh believe me, hon, life as a kneazle is still very complicated." Maybe not exactly trapped in a castle by a terrifying Muggle-hating cult complicated. But her life was certainly still complicated. At that, she sent another glance over toward Simon. Text Cut: Violet Simon was very pleased that this girl was showing him everything he was doing. Satisfying a cat's curiosity was one of the best ways to win them over. His tail swished as he watched her drink the liquid. "I'm quite acceptable. Just rather bored lately. The barn in the wintertime doesn't exactly exercise the brain...." he trailed off thoughtfully, in usual Simon fashion. Text Cut: Phoebe Oh, how lovely. The girl was worried about the kneazles having a nice term! Mirabelle was positively tickled by this development. She loved polite children. "Yes, dearie. William is a wonderful caretaker." Though he did not smell the best. Perhaps he needed to roll around in the hyacinths like the female kneazles did to smell nice. "I'm sure you will do a wonderful job on them. You seem very smart. Just always make sure to study hard! That's how you'll go far in life." Mirabelle purred a bit, nudging the girl's hand in encouragement. "I am indeed. I've got four babies of my own. But I consider all the kneazles my babies, really. We have to look out for each other." The kneazle winked at Phoebe at that. Another wise piece of life advice she should remember. |
Text Cut: Quinn "I.....I......think....so," Basil whispered back hesitantly. The boy would be able to hear his thoughts, but they came in choppy fragments, as if Basil were stuttering. "There's a lot...going...on....in here. W-w-w-here are w-w-we?" Text Cut: Claudine "Pygmy puffs, you're right!" Lilly giggled, finally rolling off the girl's arm and resting on the workstation again. "Maybe! My mom likes to dance around and sing. I think I got that from her." This girl was so nice and friendly. Lilly liked her very much. "Oooo, so many pretty colors! I ask everyone I meet what their favorite color is. It's a good way to learn about them. What's your favorite kind of art do? My brother is an artist. He makes bogey art. But I told him that's gross." Text Cut: Aboli Basil's shaking continued to calm down, until he was almost still, save for a little jump here or there at any sudden noise in the room. Once the girl drank the potion, she'd hear a soft, hesitant response. "H-h-h-h-i. My name is.....Basil." That was all she'd be getting for now, as Basil shrunk back into himself, just in case the girl didn't like what he had said. Text Cut: Ivy ANOTHER ONE! HOORAY!!!! Penelope continued jumping up and down. Was she tired yet? Noooope! All these treats and talking had positively exhilarated her! She eagerly took the treat from the girl, chomping on it excitedly. Then, she turned to one of the toys (a little fish on a string, probably meant more for a kneazle, but hey, it looked fun) and started nudging it! Playtime! Playtime! Playtime! |
thx, you two, now my phone will know for sure that I speak cat SPOILER!!: philomath Bernie let out a tiny laugh at that; she simply couldn't help it. But it was hard to carry on two conversations at once, with the second conversation being just between her and Phil's simple thoughts. She almost missed the whispering in the kneazle's ear because she couldn't hear it over the chorus of JAKE JAKE JAKES. Then there was the meow and the new chorus OF MEOWS?? MEW MEOW MEOWwW mew MEOW, mew mew MEOW MEOW MEOW. Translation: It's a world of hopes and a world of fears. Just the one line, actually. Over and over and over again. Bernie hummed it under her breath, trying to recall where it was from, from somewhere Muggle, she was sure. She didn't know Nem knew Muggle things though? She pulled a face in their direction. "So I'm touched in the head, but you've been singing to kneazles?" Was this a regular thing of theirs? Because Bernie knew about the horsies in the barn liking songs but.... well, maybe the kneazles eavesdropped on them too. Cats and horses got along, she knew this from books. |
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SPOILER!!: Lovely little Lilly Awww! That hum… Heath had heard that puffskein hum many times before. It was the same sound Holdo (and the other pet pygmy puff he had before that) made when he was happy. It was a sound he could never get tired of, no matter how many times he heard it. He couldn’t resist humming quietly along with Lilly, and suddenly an idea occurred to him. If the potion worked, maybe he could teach her to hum a song… or several. He could picture it now, a pretty pink-streaked puffskein humming showtunes. How adorable would that be? It wasn’t long until he heard a giggly little voice reply to him, and that voice made him giggle too. “I did,” he said, nodding. “She was my brother’s pet, but he gave her to me when he couldn’t take her to school with him.” His thoughts turned to Scarlet, the dark pink pygmy puff he once had, and he wondered if it was possible that she could’ve been Lilly’s mother. Probably not… Fiyero got Scarlet before Heath was born, so if Lilly’s mum was the same pygmy puff, that would mean Lilly herself would have to be at least seventeen years old. Still, he was curious. “What was your mum’s name? Was she the only pink puffskein in your family?” It was unlikely that Scarlet had been Lilly’s mum, but she could’ve been her grandma or some other relative. Heath watched Lilly rolling around his feet, and that got him giggling again. Was it possible for someone to die from too much cuteness? The giggling intensified as he imagined himself with colored streaks in his hair, and he had to clap a hand to his mouth to stop himself from laughing out loud and disturbing the class. “Thank you,” he replied. “Maybe I will have colored streaks in my hair one day.” He was an actor after all, at least unless the Neo-Alliance quashed his ambitions for being too muggle. It was possible that he might someday take a role that rewired colored streaks in his hair. “I like midnight blue, about this shade.” He held up his blue Ravenclaw tie as an example. “What’s your favorite?” |
Text Cut: Quinn Maaaaaybe this wasn't so bad. At least this boy was calm. And talking nicely. Basil liked that very much. He peeked both of his eyes out from under his fur, both fully visible now. "Ohhhhhh. So you can.....h-h-h-ear me?" He blinked a few times. "I....like it okay. It's s-s-s-afe. And w-w-warm." At least for now, at least. Text Cut: Atlas Pancake didn't seem to mind that he had just been dropped to the ground. He simply let the momentum of the fall roll him away, still chewing away happily on his bogey snack. Once he stopped rolling, he fell asleep almost immediately, snoring all the while. Text Cut: Heath Ohhhh, he did meet a pink puffskein! "My mommy's name was Tulip. We're all named after flowers. My sister is Daisy, my brother is Cedar, and I'm Lilly." Maybe Heath had met his mommy before! Though that was probably unlikely. Hogwarts had been their home for a long time now. Either way, she blushed happily, loooving all this attention. "That color suits you! My favorite is piiiiiink, of course!" |
aaaand that's a wrap! Text Cut: Bernie Phil was tired from all this activity. This was more fun than he had had in weeks. Not to mention that the song (very catchy, by the way) was kind of lulling him to sleep. After a few more rounds, and a riveting finale consisting of some rather off-key meows, he rolled onto his back. With all four paws into the air, he dozed off. Text Cut: Ashley "I believe a wise man once said, 'The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.' I try to take that to heart." The humans would do well to dedicate more time to thinking. Shreya hated to break up this bonding session. The students were doing so well, and she was thrilled that so many of them had made progress in communicating with their animals. They had done much better than she had expected. Nevertheless, a glance at the clock showed that class was almost over. Most of the potions should be wearing off by now, anyway. "Wonderful job, everyone! For those of you that were able to hear your animal's thoughts, well done. For those of you that weren't, don't fret. It was a challenging undertaking. I want to thank you all for your efforts and cooperation." She smiled at the class, hoping none of them were discouraged. Some of these creatures were quite difficult to bond with. "Please place all of your animals back in their cages. The house elves will be taking them back to their......homes.......after the lesson." Not that wherever the owls were being held captive was a home, but Shreya couldn't find a better word. And she didn't want to make the students feel worse about parting with their pets. "I hope that today's lesson has illustrated the uses and the limitations of the animal whisperer potion. While it can certainly be a valuable way to communicate with a creature, it requires either a strong bond or a willing animal to work properly. You cannot expect to gain success using it on a completely wild creature. Therefore, it is imperative to pursue alternative methods to communicating with and understanding animals." Was she subtly encouraging them to stick with Care of Magical Creatures class? Perhaps she was. In her opinion, it was a valuable course of study. Shreya waved her wand toward the blackboard, where the assignment appeared. "Your homework is to brew another batch of the animal whisperer potion for Professor Williamson. You may make use of the Potions lab after your lessons if you wish. Class dismissed!" OOC: Thank you so much for coming to my first ever lesson! You all made it SO much fun! It's not required, but feel free to RP your charrie wrapping up and/or heading out. I'll be closing this thread in a couple of hours! |
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Then she was laughing. “Bogey art does sound gross! Ewww.” Claudine really liked the sound of Lilly’s family. Varma was addressing them all again so the fifth year briefly turned her attention to the woman. WHAT? Class was done already? Noooo. She was sad but she held out her hands for Lilly to hitch a ride. “It really was so nice to get to know you, Lilly.” The puffskein was gently replaced in the cage. “See you around. I’ll come visit you in the barn.’’ Claudine went to copy the assignment and gather up her things. “Best lesson ever, Professor.’’ That was a huge compliment she had paid on her way out. |
I love Pancake. Can I keep him? Atlas' exclamation went from being about his invasion of the nose to the fact that the puffskein had hit the floor with a squish - so it was a very long yell that had some mountains and valleys in it. The moment of panic only intensified as the little creature rolled and then...just did not move. He had observed that this puffskein was particularly chill compared to the others but this right now looked like the thing had DIED and Atlas could NOT deal with seeing the death of yet another creature right before his eyes this term. Even if this one did not have a Killing Curse involved. So, for a brief moment, he was MAD at the creature for dying ... only that connection the potion had provided was still linked and, once the first year had stopped yelling, he could hear (feel? He still wasn't sure how to refer to this exactly) that the puffskein was just sleeping. A huge sigh of relief later and the Gryffindor was scooping the lump of fur off the ground and returning him to where he had plucked him from - since class had now been called. But, er, he also owed the puffskein one of everything since it had been requested SOOOOOO ... Loading up as much as he could carry in one hand and the puffskein in the other, Atlas NOW returned it and arranged all the food around it in a semi circle pile-o-food. "...sleep well..." Pretty stoked about the homework assignment, and it gave another excuse to go see Professor Williamson to talk strategy. "Um...professor? May I take Araneus back down to the barn?" Or did the house elves have to do that too...considering...The Hoods™ and all. |
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