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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.
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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?"
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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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
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.
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.
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.
"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
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
SPOILER!!: Jake's Spawn & Jake from State Farm
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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Originally Posted by Felixir
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.
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
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
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.
"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
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Originally Posted by MadAlice
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.
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
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Originally Posted by Cassirin
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?"
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.
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?"
"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
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
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.
"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
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Originally Posted by kayquilz
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.
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
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Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl
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.
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!
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SPOILER!!: philomath
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Originally Posted by Felixir
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.
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Originally Posted by Fireheart
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?
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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"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?"
A smile broke out across Quinn's face as he heard Basil's voice. Cool! The potion worked! "Well, right now we're in the potions classroom at Hogwarts. You're here so we—uh, the students—can test out a potion that lets us talk with you. You're perfectly safe, so there's nothing to worry about," he explained, giving Basil some more pets.
"My name's Quinn." He thought a formal introduction was necessary. But... what to talk about with a puffskein? "So... what's it like living out in the barn..?"
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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.
And Atlas was happy to carry the puffskein around! It was nice having something warm in his hand that seemed dependent on HIM. It was a feeling he couldn't properly express but...well...there was a powershift. For once the Gryffindor wasn't feeling so helpless and it was a nice feeling. Being able to actually do someth---
"GAAAAAAAAH!"
He had NOT been expecting that. Though perhaps he should have seeing as he knew perfectly well what it was that puffskeins liked to nom on now and then. Eyes watering, Atlas did the unthinkable...and DROPPED his puffskein.
On accident, mind you. But still dropped him.
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"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.
uhhhhh okay. Wasn't that what she had just said? Whatever. It sounded smart. "Are you staring off into the distance like you're contemplating something? I can do it too. See?" She stared into the distance, but it looked more like brooding than being lost in thought. She petted Simon the very deep in thought kneazle. "You do it better. Because you said a line before you stared into thought, and that made it better."
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SPOILER!!: Lovely little Lilly
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Originally Posted by PUFFSKEIN!
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?"
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?”
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A smile broke out across Quinn's face as he heard Basil's voice. Cool! The potion worked! "Well, right now we're in the potions classroom at Hogwarts. You're here so we—uh, the students—can test out a potion that lets us talk with you. You're perfectly safe, so there's nothing to worry about," he explained, giving Basil some more pets.
"My name's Quinn." He thought a formal introduction was necessary. But... what to talk about with a puffskein? "So... what's it like living out in the barn..?"
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.
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And Atlas was happy to carry the puffskein around! It was nice having something warm in his hand that seemed dependent on HIM. It was a feeling he couldn't properly express but...well...there was a powershift. For once the Gryffindor wasn't feeling so helpless and it was a nice feeling. Being able to actually do someth---
"GAAAAAAAAH!"
He had NOT been expecting that. Though perhaps he should have seeing as he knew perfectly well what it was that puffskeins liked to nom on now and then. Eyes watering, Atlas did the unthinkable...and DROPPED his puffskein.
On accident, mind you. But still dropped him.
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.
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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?”
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!"
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.
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.
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uhhhhh okay. Wasn't that what she had just said? Whatever. It sounded smart. "Are you staring off into the distance like you're contemplating something? I can do it too. See?" She stared into the distance, but it looked more like brooding than being lost in thought. She petted Simon the very deep in thought kneazle. "You do it better. Because you said a line before you stared into thought, and that made it better."
"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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"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."
And there went Lilly again, which in turn set Claudine off in a fit of quiet giggles. Lilly’s fur was so soft that she just couldn’t get over the fact. “You’re much like your mother,’’ the Snakette observed based on the facts revealed to her. “She sounds really nice, like you are.” And sweet, adorable and fun. “Colour is a great way to learn about someone.’’ Claudine was really enjoying this intellectual conversation, mixed with the excitement from Lilly. “Most colours have personality traits attached to them so let’s say pink. Pink means sweet, playful, charming, nice… like you.’’ Funny how the girl was more comfortable revealing how she felt about creatures as opposed to most humans.
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.
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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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