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Their morah’s disappointment felt heavy for as lightly as it was said. Leor bit their lip, taking their time to respond instead of merely blurting out the But! that childishly wanted to come out. She added two and a half scoops of sugar to Sophia’s tea before passing it over. “Of course they are. And I would keep it even without the bond. It might have been a quick decision, but it never felt wrong, even now.” In fact it felt right, like they’d found a path planned for them. Perhaps it was their inclination to divination, but Leor trusted their magic. Muggles referred to it as trusting their gut, but Leor knew the magical core in witches and wizards, even squibs, was influenced by outside forces. After being bound, their own had been very sensitive to others, making those instincts impossible to ignore.
They looked down at the ‘hidden’ creature, who shied further into their jacket once it realized Sophia knew where it was. “To be honest, I have no idea. They seem docile enough. They’re even getting along with Ruth.” Its distress was mild, but enough to cause Leor to put a light disillusionment charm on it. They relaxed with it, reaching down to pick up their tea.
They snorted a laugh ungracefully into the cup at the history professor’s glee in her future plans. “I would never get in the way of your fun.” They promised, for all they did not care, that they were late. In fact, it was hardly any time that two polite knocks echoed through the small area. “That must be them.” They stood, adjusting their hat, and crossed the room, opening the door with a smile.
Sebastian had been their friend for years, so it was always a pleasure to see him. The other, Thorne, was still something of an enigma, after a year at Hogwarts. They knew his history, which for some would be enough to be wary. And perhaps Leor was, but they could recognize something in his magic, a shifting not unlike their own. From being a werewolf, of course. But biscuits! Leor wondered if appealing to her sweet tooth would be enough to make Sophia let go of her fun.
They were reaching out to the box, when faster than they could react, a lanky green blur burst from their chest, heading for Thorne’s face! The disillusionment vanished halfway through its attack, its sharp almost war cry enough to freak even the bystander Leor out.
Of all the reactions the Astronomer expected, this was not one of them. Blue eyes crossed as they followed the rather brave creature, twig-like limbs latching onto his freckled face with precision and fervor. The werewolf grunts, his lycanthropic instincts willing him to deftly reach out for the bowtruckle. It took him a few tries, mostly afraid of squishing the poor thing, but after a few scratches and trips around his neck and face, Silas managed to snatch the bowtruckle up with a laugh,
"Godrick, you've got a bit of nerve in you, eh?" Mirth was evident in his voice as he inspected the fiesty creature. "Don't worry, I come in peace." He handed the bowtruckle back to Leor, before continuing, "Besides, Leor would make quick work of me if I didn't. Isn't that right?" As he awaited their answer, Silas eventually realized that his biscuits were now on the floor, making his brow furrow. "Ah, damn..
“What was that?!” Leor took the squirming creature back from Thorne, lifting it close to their literally pink face, which belied their embarrassment. The creature chattered in their grip, waving its branches, They tried to listen seriously, hoping for an explanation. Was it because he was a werewolf? But they weren’t the enemies of trees. They bit their lip, imagining a bowtruckle trying to attack a werewolf for marking its tree. “Wait me? I wasn’t in any danger! He’s my colleague! This is Professor Thorne, the astronomy teacher!” They shook their head. “You don’t get to go attacking anyone. Unless Ruth says so.” They trusted their Kneazle, though they wondered if this creature would start leaving half alive mice in her covers too.
Looking back at Thorne, they wondered if their blush was fading as they forced themselves to apologize. “Sorry about that. I’m actually glad you’re here, I swear. I’m shit at healing spells, but I have some dittany if you’d like?” They stepped back, bent over to pick up the biscuits--they were in the box, if they got a little broken they’d still taste good--and turned to cross the room to their small potions corner, dropping the box off at the table as they passed. “I accidentally picked them up at Diagon a couple days ago.” They explained as they pulled out the vial with the herb quickly, as if they used it often, “I’m waiting a bit to ask Antonio to translate, but obviously I should do it soon.” They transfigured two identical chairs for the men, resisting the urge to show off their best subject. “Here, have a seat,”
OrpheusTalks
leviohsa
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Special thanks to
leviohsa
for writing part of this piece (italics.)
They looked down at the ‘hidden’ creature, who shied further into their jacket once it realized Sophia knew where it was. “To be honest, I have no idea. They seem docile enough. They’re even getting along with Ruth.” Its distress was mild, but enough to cause Leor to put a light disillusionment charm on it. They relaxed with it, reaching down to pick up their tea.
They snorted a laugh ungracefully into the cup at the history professor’s glee in her future plans. “I would never get in the way of your fun.” They promised, for all they did not care, that they were late. In fact, it was hardly any time that two polite knocks echoed through the small area. “That must be them.” They stood, adjusting their hat, and crossed the room, opening the door with a smile.
Sebastian had been their friend for years, so it was always a pleasure to see him. The other, Thorne, was still something of an enigma, after a year at Hogwarts. They knew his history, which for some would be enough to be wary. And perhaps Leor was, but they could recognize something in his magic, a shifting not unlike their own. From being a werewolf, of course. But biscuits! Leor wondered if appealing to her sweet tooth would be enough to make Sophia let go of her fun.
They were reaching out to the box, when faster than they could react, a lanky green blur burst from their chest, heading for Thorne’s face! The disillusionment vanished halfway through its attack, its sharp almost war cry enough to freak even the bystander Leor out.
Of all the reactions the Astronomer expected, this was not one of them. Blue eyes crossed as they followed the rather brave creature, twig-like limbs latching onto his freckled face with precision and fervor. The werewolf grunts, his lycanthropic instincts willing him to deftly reach out for the bowtruckle. It took him a few tries, mostly afraid of squishing the poor thing, but after a few scratches and trips around his neck and face, Silas managed to snatch the bowtruckle up with a laugh,
"Godrick, you've got a bit of nerve in you, eh?" Mirth was evident in his voice as he inspected the fiesty creature. "Don't worry, I come in peace." He handed the bowtruckle back to Leor, before continuing, "Besides, Leor would make quick work of me if I didn't. Isn't that right?" As he awaited their answer, Silas eventually realized that his biscuits were now on the floor, making his brow furrow. "Ah, damn..
“What was that?!” Leor took the squirming creature back from Thorne, lifting it close to their literally pink face, which belied their embarrassment. The creature chattered in their grip, waving its branches, They tried to listen seriously, hoping for an explanation. Was it because he was a werewolf? But they weren’t the enemies of trees. They bit their lip, imagining a bowtruckle trying to attack a werewolf for marking its tree. “Wait me? I wasn’t in any danger! He’s my colleague! This is Professor Thorne, the astronomy teacher!” They shook their head. “You don’t get to go attacking anyone. Unless Ruth says so.” They trusted their Kneazle, though they wondered if this creature would start leaving half alive mice in her covers too.
Looking back at Thorne, they wondered if their blush was fading as they forced themselves to apologize. “Sorry about that. I’m actually glad you’re here, I swear. I’m shit at healing spells, but I have some dittany if you’d like?” They stepped back, bent over to pick up the biscuits--they were in the box, if they got a little broken they’d still taste good--and turned to cross the room to their small potions corner, dropping the box off at the table as they passed. “I accidentally picked them up at Diagon a couple days ago.” They explained as they pulled out the vial with the herb quickly, as if they used it often, “I’m waiting a bit to ask Antonio to translate, but obviously I should do it soon.” They transfigured two identical chairs for the men, resisting the urge to show off their best subject. “Here, have a seat,”
OrpheusTalks
leviohsa
ven
Special thanks to
leviohsa
for writing part of this piece (italics.) 
