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BanaBatGirl · #1 (**permalink**) 04-13-2020, 06:10 PM

The office of Professor/Groundskeeper William Walter Williamson rests in an old stone hut out on the grounds, not too far away from the edge of the magical creature sanctuary and the pasture where students usually attend Care of Magical Creatures lessons.

In addition to being an office, the hut is where Williamson lives and spends most of his time when he's not outside. You need something? Just knock. But because it is a small(ish) living space here, don't be offended if you're not immediately invited in. Outside the hut are a few weather-worn green and silver hand-painted wooden benches, which are comfortable enough to sit and wait a spell in case Williamson is busy tending to some creatures ~~and not just ignoring your knocking in favor of a nap.~~

If you are invited inside the hut, you may be surprised at the general warmth and woodiness of the interior. A lot of high-quality woodwork has been preserved inside the structure as William has continuously worked on cleaning the place and installing some beadboard to lighten up the walls. Atop the large fireplace are a few pots and potions, most related to tending creature-related injuries, but some of which may be used in cooking. Additional homely but functional items, like a handmade quilt, copper tea kettles, cast iron pots and pans, a decent-sized kitchen table with six chairs, an overstuffed green plaid chair, and a soft leather couch fill out the rest of the main room. The hut is certainly bigger on the inside than it appears at first, but there are almost no personal items in sight, save a complete collection of Chocolate Frog cards, framed and resting on a trunk in the corner.

There are often creatures, creature food, and creature accessories scattered around the room, usually on the kitchen table where William tends to dump everything. But don't let that deter you. Just sit down on the couch or at the table and have a cuppa while you talk about creatures.

Oh, and don't mind the addition of his dog-ter (daughter) this year (2093): a black-and-white cruppie named April. Her pink and purple plaid dog bed is in the corner by the fireplace. Watch out if she's not in it! She LOVES to deliver playful nips and licks to the ankles.

*Kolyander* · 01-13-2021, 05:04 PM

It had taken the first year a little longer than she had wanted to actually make her way to Williamson's hut. Admittedly she had wanted to go speak with him the very first Saturday morning of the term but... let's be honest... those first couple of lessons and been TRAUMATIZING!

Anyhow she had finally made it here. The small young Ravenclaw stood in front of the hut for a moment. If the Professor was inside, she had no idea. There was hope in her bright blue eyes that she hadn't come all the way down here for nothing. She really wanted to talk with him about helping out with the creatures like he gave Lukas permission to do.

Taking her chances, Lia raised her hand and knocked on the door. Please be inside. Please be inside...

sweetpinkpixie · 01-14-2021, 01:03 PM

The first year was not sure how he got here.

Everything after he had slapped Miss Song's hand away from the murdered remains of the mama jarvey was all...a blur. He vaguely recalled passing the body over to Professor Williamson, the only person he would trust with her in this entire school, and then he had thrown his arms around Quinn when he had appeared and tried to offer some form of comfort - which the Gryffindor had accepted. There had been some kind of attempt to comfort the other jarveys that had arrived and at some point he had returned the ferret from around his shoulders despite the creature seeming to want to stick with him...and then he was here.

Outside Professor Williamson's hut with puffy red eyes and a trail of tears down his cheeks that was quite prominent considering the dirt that had smeared across his face while in the hedge maze. Maybe the man had even asked Atlas to come by...or maybe this was entirely of his own doing since it had been his intention since arrival that he would pay the professor a visit.

In any case. He was here and had knocked on the door with his limp noodle arms.

BanaBatGirl · 01-15-2021, 04:35 AM

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Originally Posted by Kolyander

It had taken the first year a little longer than she had wanted to actually make her way to Williamson's hut. Admittedly she had wanted to go speak with him the very first Saturday morning of the term but... let's be honest... those first couple of lessons and been TRAUMATIZING!

Anyhow she had finally made it here. The small young Ravenclaw stood in front of the hut for a moment. If the Professor was inside, she had no idea. There was hope in her bright blue eyes that she hadn't come all the way down here for nothing. She really wanted to talk with him about helping out with the creatures like he gave Lukas permission to do.

Taking her chances, Lia raised her hand and knocked on the door. Please be inside. Please be inside...

The professor was inside, for a change. It wasn't often that he was caught indoors, but here he was, making himself a jam sandwich.

He answered the door with a bit of the blueberry jam still on the corner of his mouth. "Yes?" he grunted, looking down at the little Ravenclaw who had knocked. Who did she remind him of again???

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

The first year was not sure how he got here.

Everything after he had slapped Miss Song's hand away from the murdered remains of the mama jarvey was all...a blur. He vaguely recalled passing the body over to Professor Williamson, the only person he would trust with her in this entire school, and then he had thrown his arms around Quinn when he had appeared and tried to offer some form of comfort - which the Gryffindor had accepted. There had been some kind of attempt to comfort the other jarveys that had arrived and at some point he had returned the ferret from around his shoulders despite the creature seeming to want to stick with him...and then he was here.

Outside Professor Williamson's hut with puffy red eyes and a trail of tears down his cheeks that was quite prominent considering the dirt that had smeared across his face while in the hedge maze. Maybe the man had even asked Atlas to come by...or maybe this was entirely of his own doing since it had been his intention since arrival that he would pay the professor a visit.

In any case. He was here and had knocked on the door with his limp noodle arms.

Williamson was actually around the back corner of his hut, the slight sound of a shovel scraping on dirt and stone gently giving him away. It stopped right before the knock, though, so he (loudly) let the shovel fall to the ground and came around to see who was there.

Ah. "Flamsteed," he greeted the boy, squared his shoulders and gestured for him to join him. "Come here."

He wasn't the hugging type, but he might pat the lad on the shoulder or something. Maybe after he cleaned his hands of the earth he'd been removing. It had been a tough day; there were definitely more silver hairs in Willy's beard than there had been just this morning, and his eyes were very tired and a little bloodshot. But he hadn't been crying. Nope. He had too much work to do to stop and indulge in feelings.

ArianaBlack · 01-15-2021, 05:26 AM

Sad was the worst feeling of them all. Kinsay hated being sad. She hated it so much, in fact, that she made sure to spend as little time as she possibly could being sad. But today was a very sad day for a number of reasons and sometimes you couldn't stop being sad even if you tried changing the subject. Those were the worst sads of them all.

On her way to the hut, Kiz made sure to stop and pick some wild flowers (read: grass and literal weeds), which she clutched to her chest. She dragged her feet the entire way down and tried to hold back the sniffles as best she could. Hi, Mr. Williamson. Everything is terrible.

griffin · 01-15-2021, 06:15 AM

The latest care of magical creatures lesson had been traumatic to say the least. While usually it was his favorite subject (very much encouraged by his dad who worked with dragons), Mr. Scary Headmaster’s hooded hoodlums were turning it into a living nightmare. It all seemed like some sort of hazy dream: the maze, the sound of a killing curse, the sparks. Poor Mollywobbles. It was exceedingly cruel to murder an innocent creature. If the hooded hoodlums didn’t hesitate to murder an innocent jarvey, he hated to think of what fate must have befallen his beloved missing owl, Babs. Mollywobbles had been one of his favorite jarveys in the barn, so of course he was showing up to this little funeral of sorts.

Devin had stopped by the greenhouses to collect a few flowers for the burial. He walked around to the back of Professor Williamson’s hut where a few people were starting to gather. Clutching the flowers in one hand, he offered a solemn nod in greeting to the professor as tears welled up in the corner of his eyes. ”I’m so sorry. Do you mind if I say a few words?” Words for Mollywobbles at the funeral, of course.

astrocat · 01-15-2021, 06:33 AM

Ash was here for a funeral. For a jarvey. And everyone was sad. And that threatened to uncover Ash's emotions. But she kept her face "neutral", which really just meant she looked sad and cold instead of crying. She had several bouquets of forget-me-nots, and she threw some of the flowers in random directions on the path. They really were beautiful. And she had a lot left. She went over to the group of people there, and said nothing. What even needed to be said?

sweetpinkpixie · 01-15-2021, 02:00 PM

So...weeeeeeeeeeell...

Professor Williamson may not be the hugging type, but little Atlas Flamsteed was going to have to silently ask him to endure one. Again. Only this time it was not a celebratory cuddle of gratitude that it had been on the docks before getting into one of the boats with his brother. This time it was motivated by sheer terror, by this intense desire to feel protected, and he was so relieved to hear the man ask for him to move closer that he entirely forgot about his plans (for now) and rushed over to wrap his little noodle arms around the man. He was, well, the closest thing to a father figure the 11-year-old had right now and he just...he really needed that kind of safe space.

He wasn't crying, which could be either a good thing or a bad thing and Atlas sure was none the wiser.

So, here he was...latched on to his professor...when he heard the soft words of someone else. His head snapped around and he saw more students. With flowers. At first there was a deep and misguided irritation. This was supposed to be his time and there had been a very serious agenda he had wished to cover with Professor Williamson, one he did not feel comfortable talking about in front of others. But the moment passed and he loosened his arms just a little bit and hung his head.

".....I didn't bring anything...."

He had been so distraught that he hadn't even heard this was happening.

*Kolyander* · 01-15-2021, 02:14 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

The professor was inside, for a change. It wasn't often that he was caught indoors, but here he was, making himself a jam sandwich.

He answered the door with a bit of the blueberry jam still on the corner of his mouth. "Yes?" he grunted, looking down at the little Ravenclaw who had knocked. Who did she remind him of again???

Dahlia let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding when the door to the hut opened. "Hello, Professor, if you're not to busy I was hoping I could speak with you about helping out with the creatures like my older brother does." There was a warm smile on her face that matched that of the other Donovan siblings and bright blue shining eyes.

There was no need to beat around the bush here, maybe if she got right to the point he wouldn't mind sparing a minute or two.

kayquilz · 01-15-2021, 11:24 PM

Aboli had cried.

Class had ended, she had slipped off to the side and...let herself relieve her tears for a few minutes before making her way over to William's hut. Her eyes were still rather puffy, and she was biting her lip.

Everything was...fine. Right? She needed to pull herself together! Seeing Atlas again, she felt the sting of it all. "I am so sorry, Professor," she said only a little above a whisper. There were no other words to offer. That was it.

Aboli...wiped a tear away.

BanaBatGirl · 01-16-2021, 03:17 AM

Oh---oh, okay, then. There it was. ANOTHER hug from Flamsteed. This was, what, his SECOND hug JUST THIS SCHOOL YEAR?! Williamson was setting all kinds of records this year. First lesson with a dead animal. First lesson to go completely chaotic this early in the term. Wow. Awesome.

He awkwardly patted the boy on the back, gentle-like, until he felt that the hug had had its moment and should be ending. This kid was lucky WWW really liked his aunt or cousin or whatever. He would NOT tolerate hugs from ANYONE ELSE this WHOLE SCHOOL YEAR!!! ~~Or so he claimed.~~ Plus, other kids were showing up now, so things were about to get very awkward for both of their fragile male egos.

"Right," he gently pulled himself away from Atlas, nodding in turn to Kinsay, Devin, Ashley, and Aboli. "Thank you all for coming. Devin, of course you can say a few words. You didn't have to bring anything," he nodded to the girls anyway and gestured for them to gather closer together around the small hole he'd dug, "but I'm sure Mollywobbles would have appreciated the flowers all the same. She always did like sniffing things, both good-smelling and bad."

He glasped his dirty hands together and bowed his head, looking down at the little wooden box he'd hastily thrown together. Mollywobbles was, of course, inside. He thought it would be painful for the kids ~~and himself~~ to look at her again and see her cold, glassy eyes. The box was just to the side of the hole, so they could pay their respects and then lower it into the ground.

"So, er, we are gathered here today in memory of Mollywobbles the Jarvey, mother of Ferret Bueller, who unexpectedly lost her life on Monday, September 2, 2103," Merlin, he had no idea how to start a funeral, "and, uh, we'd all like to say a few words before we lay her to rest."

He nodded to Devin to go ahead, and then the others could just pipe up after him. Right?
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Dahlia let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding when the door to the hut opened. "Hello, Professor, if you're not to busy I was hoping I could speak with you about helping out with the creatures like my older brother does." There was a warm smile on her face that matched that of the other Donovan siblings and bright blue shining eyes.

There was no need to beat around the bush here, maybe if she got right to the point he wouldn't mind sparing a minute or two.

Oh! No, he wasn't too busy for this. Williamson opened the door wider, and gestured for Dahlia to come in. That's right, she was related to the other big, blue-eyed boy who liked the winged horses. Lukas, wasn't it?

"Come in, come in," he gestured. "I was just making a sandwich; you want some?" He'd already licked the spoon but he could wash it for her, he supposed. He led the way toward the kitchen table of sorts.

*Kolyander* · 01-16-2021, 03:38 PM

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Oh! No, he wasn't too busy for this. Williamson opened the door wider, and gestured for Dahlia to come in. That's right, she was related to the other big, blue-eyed boy who liked the winged horses. Lukas, wasn't it?

"Come in, come in," he gestured. "I was just making a sandwich; you want some?" He'd already licked the spoon but he could wash it for her, he supposed. He led the way toward the kitchen table of sorts.

Had the small child knew what was going through Williamson's head as she looked up at him with big blue eyes, she most certainly would have confirmed his thoughts. That doe-eyed look definitely had to be a Donovan thing, not to mention the blue eyes they all seemed to have.

Oh! Lia hadn't expected to be invited inside and the small surprised smile on her lips showed as much. "Thank you." Stepping inside, she couldn't help but look around at the set up. It was much larger inside then it looked when she was standing on the other side of the door. Almost instantly the dog bed in the corner was spotted and her smile grew. "You have dog?" Where was he/she? Could she pet them? Puppy, where are you?!

A sandwich? The mention of food made her realize she hadn't had the biggest breakfast earlier and here it was nearly lunch time. "Yes, please," she nodded her head. No sense in going hungry.

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OOC: Dahlia would like it to be known that she most definitely attended the funeral gathering. I won't be posting her there though to keep my own sanity as well as not to confuse anyone <3

griffin · 01-16-2021, 08:45 PM

Devin scooted in closer around the grave as everyone gathered for the funeral. It seemed like a few others had thought to bring flowers for Mollywobbles as well. How nice that so many people were here to support Professor Williamson in honoring Mollywobbles. He listened in silence with his head slightly bowed as Professor Williamson made the opening remarks. At Professor Williamson’s signal that it was his turn to speak, Devin raised his head a bit so his voice could project. ”Our dear fallen furry friend Mollywobbles was a lovely jarvey, one of the best. Always there for cuddles and loved by many. She will be missed.” That was all, for now. Best to give others time to say a few words of their own.

astrocat · 01-16-2021, 08:57 PM

Ash listened to the words, bowing her head respectfully. See? SHe could be respectful. All the people she ran around disrespecting just didn't deserve her respect. Not after this, especially. "Mollywobbles died too soon, and she is missed by many, including but not limited to us. And we won't forget her." She said nothing else. She did not feel that she should. What else would she say. Mollywobbles was the first to die. But maybe not the last. And Ash didn't want to mention that. And she didn't want to say that Mollywobbles was in a better place either. She didn't think she was. And it felt like a justification to say so. Nope, an innocent just died horribly for no reason, and to Ash, that was all there was to it. No good anything about it. It was all wrong. ALL of it. It made Ash so angry. But she said nothing else.

Forget-me-nots. They were for love and respect. Perfect for a funeral.

This was ridiculous.

Charely Potter · 01-16-2021, 11:55 PM

Curtis was here... wait, Curtis? Well, thanks to his Papa's influence all creatures had their place in the world and a creature's death was no less than another human's death. So he arrived with a bouquet of flowers, a mix of Gladioli and Lillies. He picked them himself from a... undisclosed area of the grounds, which he wouldn't dare admit to the location if you asked, ahem.

"My.. condolences, Professor." Curtis said. He looked around to make sure no one else was near before he added at a volume for the Professor to hear, "The Gladiolis were picked for a symbol of courage and strength that Mollywobbles showed."So it wasn't like he straight up plucked random flowers for this. He then joined the others who then began sharing their final words.

Curtis remained quiet as he looked down at the burial spot while others spoke. Many thoughts formed in his head as he replayed the moment he heard the curse. She's in a safer place now.. He, unfortunately, felt that she wouldn't be the last casualty at this rate. Would his classmates or professors be next or... him? Would he see his family again? He remained tight-lipped for the fear of what may display on his face if he spoke up.

kayquilz · 01-17-2021, 12:30 AM

Aboli was not going to speak because if she did, she would cry. And again, SHE DID NOT WANT TO CRY. She only cried with certain people and none of those people were here, and so she would NOT CRY.

But then Curtis showed up with those very sweet flowers and Aboli couldn't help it. Why hadn't she brought flowers? How had he had time to pick them? She gave Curtis a curious look before snifffffffling a whole lot and feeling the veeeeeery strong urge to bury her face in his shoulder. But she didn't.

She blinked a whole lot to let the few tears fall gently down her cheek. No choking sobs or audible crying here, sans the sniffles.

sweetpinkpixie · 01-17-2021, 04:54 AM

Atlas sort of just...stood there...flanking Professor Williamson as the funeral he was not prepared for began. He looked down at his empty hands, the same hands that had been holding her not too long ago. The words of everyone else sort of just went in one ear and out the other, white noise against the sound of his dull beating heart in his ears. Blue eyes fixated on the box, Atlas wasn't even sure he wanted to speak - it was embarrassing when his voice cracked or was strained - but as soon as he saw her show up...his resolved thickened.

How DARE she stand there? With tears in her eyes? How DARE she show her face in front of Professor Williamson after what she had said in the hedge maze. Just...how dare...HOW DARE!

His nostrils flared a bit and his eyes tore away from the older Slytherin and back to the box. Raising his hand, nervous reflex and falling back on classroom standards, Atlas took his turn to speak.

"Mollywobbles...w-was clearly a kind and well thought of among the jarvey hob. Ferret Bueller he...he mourned her loss deeply in the hedge maze ... others of her kind as well ... " His brow furrowed and jaw clenched, hands balling into fists at his sides that then began to beat against them subtly. "She wasn't in the way. She was doing her job ... she was trying to help us learn ... and her death was senseless..." And anyone who thought differently ~~ABOLI~~ needed to leave. "...I'll miss her..." Because he felt uncomfortable saying WE considering CERTAIN company. "...and I promise to look out for Ferret Bueller as best I can ... while I am here at Hogwarts ... a-and pay forward h-her sacrifice in the name of education ... teaching ... and helping others ..."

BanaBatGirl · 01-17-2021, 06:10 AM

SPOILER!!: Dahlia & reply :3

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Originally Posted by Kolyander <3

Had the small child knew what was going through Williamson's head as she looked up at him with big blue eyes, she most certainly would have confirmed his thoughts. That doe-eyed look definitely had to be a Donovan thing, not to mention the blue eyes they all seemed to have.

Oh! Lia hadn't expected to be invited inside and the small surprised smile on her lips showed as much. "Thank you." Stepping inside, she couldn't help but look around at the set up. It was much larger inside then it looked when she was standing on the other side of the door. Almost instantly the dog bed in the corner was spotted and her smile grew. "You have dog?" Where was he/she? Could she pet them? Puppy, where are you?!

A sandwich? The mention of food made her realize she hadn't had the biggest breakfast earlier and here it was nearly lunch time. "Yes, please," she nodded her head. No sense in going hungry.

The doe-eyed look was DEFINITELY a thing, and as a creature-caretaker, it also definitely worked on old Williamson.

He let out a groan as she mentioned the dog bed, as, well, the answer to her question was right there in front of them. April, the black-and-white cruppy, had found his unattended, half-made sandwich and was currently attacking it, all four paws on top of the table as she tugged it back and forth in her mouth like it was a chew toy, her little head shaking like she was telling her papa NO!

"APRIL SHOWERS WILLIAMSON!" he thundered, his words having ZERO impact on the rotten cruppy, who was acting like she was deaf. She, in fact, doubled down on her chewing, having the audacity to lay down and continue chewing and tearing at the sammy, little growls escaping her as bits of bread flew out the sides of her mouth. "THAT WAS MY SANDWICH, you little ROTTER!"

He lunged at the table, but April was faster. She dodged away from his grabby hands, rolling over with it still in her mouth. She noticed the little girl, now, and dropped the bread just long enough to let out an excited bark in her direction. NEWCOMER, NEWCOMER! she seemed to be warning. Then she grabbed the sandwich in her maw again and leaped off the table, racing off around the hut so her dad couldn't catch her.

Williamson made a fist, wanting to punch something, but also not wanting to lose his cool in front of the first year. Plus... he could just make another sandwich, he supposed. "She is TERRIBLE," he grunted, pointing out a chair to Dahlia. "Anyway, sit down if you'd like. IF you see April, don't give her attention. She's going through an absolutely rotten stage. Like a... like a toddler, or something." Hell if he knew; he didn't deal with kids until they were at least eleven.

Williamson busied himself then with getting out CLEAN knives and spoons, a few plates, and some FRESH bread that April hopefully hadn't sat on or otherwise spoiled in the few seconds he'd been at the door.

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The kids...these kids... heck, even Pierson's kid had something nice to say... WITH the gladiolis?!!?... Merlin, he couldn't handle their kindness! Williamson was getting choked up at all the sentiments being expressed. Between you and me and Ashley, he also wondered if this would be the only funeral they held this school year.

He made a small sound that sounded a lot like one of Ferret Bueller's squeak-cries and reached a hand out to lean slightly on the nearest student. He just needed support for a second, okay?! "Well said," he ~~sniffled~~ grunted. "All of ya... well... well..." He couldn't do it. His eyes were BURNING. Willy rubbed at his eyes with one mud-caked fist as though he were just scratching an itch, then remembered the mud on his hands just as he felt bits of it going into his eyeball (WHY oh WHY hadn't he WORN GLOVES?!), and he swore, loudly, a string of several inappropriate-for-kids-to-hear words under his breath.

Now he had to use a clean corner of his shirt to rub at his eyes, likely giving them a bit of view of his ~~hairy~~ ~~abs~~ gut. He. Was. A. Mess. Was he weeping for the loss of the jarvey, or the loss of their freedom as they set out on this sure-to-be-terrible school year? Who could say? There wasn't a legilimens among them. Alas, his eyes now red but free of mud, Williamson mumbled something that sounded like, "Any final words?" and leaned down to pick up the coffin (well, box, really). He slipped it gently into the ground and then scooped up a handful of dirt, gesturing for the kids to do the same. He held his handful over the grave, waiting for everyone to gather.

"To Mollywobbles."

*Kolyander* · 01-17-2021, 03:13 PM

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The doe-eyed look was DEFINITELY a thing, and as a creature-caretaker, it also definitely worked on old Williamson.

He let out a groan as she mentioned the dog bed, as, well, the answer to her question was right there in front of them. April, the black-and-white cruppy, had found his unattended, half-made sandwich and was currently attacking it, all four paws on top of the table as she tugged it back and forth in her mouth like it was a chew toy, her little head shaking like she was telling her papa NO!

"APRIL SHOWERS WILLIAMSON!" he thundered, his words having ZERO impact on the rotten cruppy, who was acting like she was deaf. She, in fact, doubled down on her chewing, having the audacity to lay down and continue chewing and tearing at the sammy, little growls escaping her as bits of bread flew out the sides of her mouth. "THAT WAS MY SANDWICH, you little ROTTER!"

He lunged at the table, but April was faster. She dodged away from his grabby hands, rolling over with it still in her mouth. She noticed the little girl, now, and dropped the bread just long enough to let out an excited bark in her direction. NEWCOMER, NEWCOMER! she seemed to be warning. Then she grabbed the sandwich in her maw again and leaped off the table, racing off around the hut so her dad couldn't catch her.

Williamson made a fist, wanting to punch something, but also not wanting to lose his cool in front of the first year. Plus... he could just make another sandwich, he supposed. "She is TERRIBLE," he grunted, pointing out a chair to Dahlia. "Anyway, sit down if you'd like. IF you see April, don't give her attention. She's going through an absolutely rotten stage. Like a... like a toddler, or something." Hell if he knew; he didn't deal with kids until they were at least eleven.

Williamson busied himself then with getting out CLEAN knives and spoons, a few plates, and some FRESH bread that April hopefully hadn't sat on or otherwise spoiled in the few seconds he'd been at the door.[/spoiler]

The groan didn't go unnoticed when she asked about the dog bed. Had she said something wrong? Opening her mouth to ask, her question was answered in very LOUD shouting by one Professor Williamson. Lia's first reaction was to flinch at the shouts, the second to actually see what was causing it.

There was a cruppy on the table. Not only was she on the table but she was eating Williamson's lunch. Bread in her mouth, head tossing and turning back and forth. Clearly the crup didn't care at all about being shouted at. It sorta reminded her of her niece and nephew.

Lia was trying SUPER hard not to laugh. Honestly she was but what she was seeing was HILARIOUS, even if it wasn't very good behavior on the crups part. Every now and then she had to giggle, it was difficult not to. When the crup now known as April barked and ran around still eating the jelly sandwich, the first year tried to turn away to keep her giggles under control.

"Thank you," she nodded, sitting down in the chair he had indicated to her. "I'll do my best not to. We have a crup at home... he gets into trouble sometimes too. Is she still really young?" Maybe she was a cruppie and needed lots more training? Dahlia was positive that Williamson would have her trained in no time at all.

"Or maybe she's bored? I can come by when I'm not busy with lessons and stuff and play with her, if you like." It would give her something to look forward to and help April burn off lots of energy too!

Samia · 01-18-2021, 01:44 PM

June had ...... heard things.

Through the grapevine, and a few crying students. Concerned, and outraged, June didn't even give herself a moment to think as she made her way to Williamson's hut. He might need a hug? Or some tea? Or a new jarvey?

Upon arrival, she noticed the box and how....... everyone was there. To her dismay, it was a funeral.

Quietly coming to a stop behind the students, June watched as one by one the students spoke - even Atlas spoke - which made her eyes water. It was so cruel. So utterly cruel - the way these kids were being traumatised. They didn't deserve this. And then her eyes fell on Williamson. Lord, he looked a mess.

No one deserved this.

Tears were now rolling down the brunette's cheeks as she gingerly moved to stand by Atlas, and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"To Mollywobbles" she quietly chimed in.

sweetpinkpixie · 01-19-2021, 03:00 AM

Atlas missed the view of his professor's gut, probably for the best, and kept his eyes focused ahead on the hole in the earth. His view briefly blocked by the man as he lowered Mollywobbles in, Atlas nearly jumped when he felt that kind and familiar hands of Auntie ~~technically second cousin~~ June on his shoulders. He had been holding it together, mostly, since he had cried a lot of it out earlier with Quinn...but seeing HER cry made HIM want to cry. The Gryffindor was tired of crying already this term and it was not a good ~o m e n~ of things to come. One of his clammy hands reached up and took hers, for briefest of moments wondering if this person standing next to him was actually the same person he knew. But...even the best of actors couldn't pull off this level of comfort...right?

Maybe he just really needed to not question any potential polyjuicing right now. He was emotionally compromised enough as it was.

When his turn came around, Atlas scooped up some dirt with both of his hands and dropped it in. Not thinking about it in the moment, he then wiped his hands off on his trousers and looked up at Professor Williamson. "P-Professor..." he squeaked as his hand slipped back into that of Auntie June (she could go back to being Professor Flamsteed in a moment). "May...may I...speak to you...in your office...more privately?" And then he was struck with a thought, considering the hand he was clinging to. He had wanted to speak to her anyway...so now this was just two fwoopers with one stone. "...both of you?"

ArianaBlack · 01-19-2021, 05:52 AM

It was hard trying to stay in the present moment when all her thoughts were of the horrible events that took place earlier in the day. She did try to listen though, really listen. Not the selective kind either. It was still really hard though. And once everyone had shared some words of the own, Kinsay started to feel pressure to need to say something too, but um. She didn't know what to say, so instead she stood quietly with her eyes on the wooden box.

"To Mollywobbles," she mumbled quietly, stepping forward and dropping her handful of wildflowers ~~weeds and grass~~ into the hole and on top of Mollywobbles' box. She stood over it for a few moments longer before moving back to stand beside the others. Tears were making their way to her eyes again, so she used the back of her wrist to rub her eyes and make tears disappear as best she could. She didn't even care that her hands were probably dirty.

BanaBatGirl · 01-26-2021, 01:40 AM

SPOILER!!: In the Hut

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Originally Posted by Kolyander

The groan didn't go unnoticed when she asked about the dog bed. Had she said something wrong? Opening her mouth to ask, her question was answered in very LOUD shouting by one Professor Williamson. Lia's first reaction was to flinch at the shouts, the second to actually see what was causing it.

There was a cruppy on the table. Not only was she on the table but she was eating Williamson's lunch. Bread in her mouth, head tossing and turning back and forth. Clearly the crup didn't care at all about being shouted at. It sorta reminded her of her niece and nephew.

Lia was trying SUPER hard not to laugh. Honestly she was but what she was seeing was HILARIOUS, even if it wasn't very good behavior on the crups part. Every now and then she had to giggle, it was difficult not to. When the crup now known as April barked and ran around still eating the jelly sandwich, the first year tried to turn away to keep her giggles under control.

"Thank you," she nodded, sitting down in the chair he had indicated to her. "I'll do my best not to. We have a crup at home... he gets into trouble sometimes too. Is she still really young?" Maybe she was a cruppie and needed lots more training? Dahlia was positive that Williamson would have her trained in no time at all.

"Or maybe she's bored? I can come by when I'm not busy with lessons and stuff and play with her, if you like." It would give her something to look forward to and help April burn off lots of energy too!

He grunted to Dahlia as he worked on a sandwich for her, slathering peanut butter on BOTH sides of the bread, as one does, and putting a big glob of jelly in the middle. It would probably immediately squirt out the sides of the sandwich when she went to eat it, but, well, Williamson liked messy sandwiches.

"She is very young," he agreed, "and very bored in here. There's not really any other dogs here at Hogwarts, y'know? Trent is--- er, was, against messy pets and the new guy------"

Well, he let that sentence just fall as flat as his old face now looked. Weary, that was a good word to describe Williamson's expression. He sighed and slid Dahlia's sandwich to her across the table. "I actually think that would be great for her," he agreed. "I was planning on setting up a little fenced-in area for her behind my hut, so you're welcome to let yourself into that anytime." Seriously, the crup would LOVE it.

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....June was here? June WAS here. William gave her a word of greeting (translation: a grunt in her direction) and then released his handful of dirt. He noticed little Kinsay James about to do the same rubbing-mud-in-the-eye motion as he'd just done, and nearly reached out to stop her, but... it was too late.

Then, because their few handfuls wasn't nearly enough to cover the entire coffin, William dug his wand out of his back pocket and waved it at the dirt, creating a proper heap of earth with a soft thud.

"This concludes the funeral of Mollywobbles," he sighed, awfully formal of him, and turned to head back to his hut. Er, only the Flamsteeds stopped him. "Sure, kid," he nodded to Atlas, and to June, he supposd. "Come on in."

Williamson led the way to the back door of the hut, tugging it open with a strong yank, and beckoning them both inside.

sweetpinkpixie · 01-26-2021, 10:30 AM

Somehow things felt a little easier once all the earth was a top Mollywobbles. Atlas was not really a believer of out of sight and out of mind (had you ever tried to not think about hot pink elephants after someone told you not to? It was practically impossible), but there was a closure to this that made his steps less heavy as he followed the man inside the hut and then gave the place a casual look over.

It was...certainly the most rugged place he had ever been in but with that came a warmth that he hadn't expected. Would the professor totally freak out if he hugged him again? Probably.

For now, the first year waited for the door to close and THEN they could get down to business.

*Kolyander* · 01-26-2021, 01:56 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

He grunted to Dahlia as he worked on a sandwich for her, slathering peanut butter on BOTH sides of the bread, as one does, and putting a big glob of jelly in the middle. It would probably immediately squirt out the sides of the sandwich when she went to eat it, but, well, Williamson liked messy sandwiches.

"She is very young," he agreed, "and very bored in here. There's not really any other dogs here at Hogwarts, y'know? Trent is--- er, was, against messy pets and the new guy------"

Well, he let that sentence just fall as flat as his old face now looked. Weary, that was a good word to describe Williamson's expression. He sighed and slid Dahlia's sandwich to her across the table. "I actually think that would be great for her," he agreed. "I was planning on setting up a little fenced-in area for her behind my hut, so you're welcome to let yourself into that anytime." Seriously, the crup would LOVE it.
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Dahlia watched in momentary silence as Williamson prepared a sandwich for her and another for himself to replace the one that April had taken. Yesssss! Peanut on both pieces of bread! That right there, was the only way to make a proper PB&J.

It wasn't fair in her eyes that dogs weren't allowed at Hogwarts. Yes, she completely understand the reasoning behind the rule but... she liked dogs. Okay, she loved practically every single creature she came into contact with... maybe... kinda. "It's sad that she can't have at least one friend here to keep her company." Would one more little cruppie really be so bad? Lia tried hard not to cringe at the mention of the 'new guy'... it wasn't easy.

The plate was picked up as it was slid over to her. "Thank you." She would do her very best to eat over the plate and not get anything on any of Williamson's furniture. "Ohhh, that would be great! I'll come and play with her every chance that I get." Which was all the time. If she didn't have a lesson, homework, or some other prior engagement, she would be here. Or the barns and sanctuary. Getting to play with April definitely counted as helping out with the creatures.

"Do you need any help with any of the other creatures?" Perhaps all of them? If he wanted to keep her busy every spare moment that she had, she would be more than pleased to agree.

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