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Trash Gremlin
Herbology Professor.
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Give Your Heart to a Wild Thing
lycus malfoy
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The Gryffindor Chaser didn't seem bothered at all by Lycus' barrage of complaints. Which, of course, only irritated him further, but Lycus didn't think it was the right time to make a scene. He did tally a negative point though, and would pay back this insult during a Quidditch match. Soon, his female companion arrived, a girl with black, curly hair whose name Lycus also didn't recall. Oh joy, two useless mudbloods hanging out together. He rolled his eyes when she pointed out his fault in the incident. A Malfoy is never in the wrong, so he simply ignored what she said. When she turned around and reprimand her friend though, that really satisfied the pettiness sitting in his ribcage, and his lips twitched up to a small smirk.
Wait — she was the other Chaser in Gryffindor House, wasn't she? Gosh, wasn't her name some kind of flower . . .
Before he could bow out and leave the pair of them alone, the girl grabbed his hand and cast a healing spell. She did it so quickly that he barely managed to yelp before she was already finished. He looked at his smooth palm with some admiration. That spell was a solid one, as the skin had all reconnected with no scarring, and there was only some left over blood that could be wiped away easily.
What little good faith he had toward her immediately dissipated when she insulted his capabilities. He knew how to cast Episky! His current wand was just a temperamental little shit! But Lycus swallowed down those words — he hadn't survived on lies for this long by blurting out every single one of his thoughts, thank you very much. He only clicked his tongue in response.
Lycus hadn't wanted to team up with Gryffindors of all people, but he had to admit that the chance of him finding that strange, elusive thief was near zero by himself. At this point, he had grown curious enough to forgo the usual inter-house enmity. Reluctantly agreeing with the idea to split up and then regroup later, Lycus headed right and meandered through the crisscrossing alleyways. He only asked one or two people about the thief, because the other bystanders looked way too sketchy — this was one of those moments when being a Malfoy was somewhat disadvantageous, as his powerful name was attractive to the wrong kind of wizards as well. He tensed at the leers sent his way, and when he realized a couple of dangerous-looking wizards were following him, he decided to head back to regroup with the Gryffindors. Had he accidentally wandered down Knockturn Alley? Hopefully not.
When the Gryffindors sent him questioning glances, he merely shook his head to signify that he hadn't found anything useful.
And then, they found the purse.
Not the thief, mind you, just the purse, because apparently that stupid man literally just gave away the thing he set out to steal. Lycus briefly inspected the purse and found that it appeared to still have most of its contents.
"What was even stolen?" he wondered aloud after he took a gold bracelet out for the Gryffindors to see. "He didn't take the jewelry or the galleon coins."
Lycus didn't care to take the purse with him from the poor lookalike — he knew the owner was probably anxious to get it back, but surely one of the Gryffindor would take it, kindhearted idiots as they were. The three of them quickly follow the lead. The alleyways merged back into a larger road, and Lycus struggled to spot the culprit. He cursed under his breath.
"Wait — " He raised his arm to stop the other two from moving, then pointed at a street corner between a clock store and a cafe. "There. That's him!" he spoke lowly, afraid that the man would hear him. They were in a lousy, crowded path, but the thief was so slippery that Lycus wanted to be as careful as possible. The two Gryffindors seemed to agree, and they pushed their way through the throng of people to quickly reach the thief. At first, Lycus thought they'd lost the man again, as the alleyway was empty. But soon they overheard a hushed conversation between the thief and someone else.
Lycus quickly hid behind a protruding bay window and cast a Disillusionment charm on the three of them. See? He could do spells!
In front of the thief stood a stranger cloaked so heavily and thoroughly in black leather that it was difficult to even tell the species. That could be a vampire or a quarter-giant for all he knew.
"Your lead was right," the thief said. "She had a letter. And this."
A letter? It appeared that woman perhaps wasn't as clueless as she appeared. She certainly had been carrying something of great importance, and the panic rose not because she was the normal useless victim, but because she knew she'd lost these things. Lycus craned his neck to catch sight of what the thief was showing beside the letter.
"What is it . . . " he mumbled, though with how closely the three of them were standing together, there was no doubt the Gryffindors heard as well.
Wait — she was the other Chaser in Gryffindor House, wasn't she? Gosh, wasn't her name some kind of flower . . .
Before he could bow out and leave the pair of them alone, the girl grabbed his hand and cast a healing spell. She did it so quickly that he barely managed to yelp before she was already finished. He looked at his smooth palm with some admiration. That spell was a solid one, as the skin had all reconnected with no scarring, and there was only some left over blood that could be wiped away easily.
What little good faith he had toward her immediately dissipated when she insulted his capabilities. He knew how to cast Episky! His current wand was just a temperamental little shit! But Lycus swallowed down those words — he hadn't survived on lies for this long by blurting out every single one of his thoughts, thank you very much. He only clicked his tongue in response.
Lycus hadn't wanted to team up with Gryffindors of all people, but he had to admit that the chance of him finding that strange, elusive thief was near zero by himself. At this point, he had grown curious enough to forgo the usual inter-house enmity. Reluctantly agreeing with the idea to split up and then regroup later, Lycus headed right and meandered through the crisscrossing alleyways. He only asked one or two people about the thief, because the other bystanders looked way too sketchy — this was one of those moments when being a Malfoy was somewhat disadvantageous, as his powerful name was attractive to the wrong kind of wizards as well. He tensed at the leers sent his way, and when he realized a couple of dangerous-looking wizards were following him, he decided to head back to regroup with the Gryffindors. Had he accidentally wandered down Knockturn Alley? Hopefully not.
When the Gryffindors sent him questioning glances, he merely shook his head to signify that he hadn't found anything useful.
And then, they found the purse.
Not the thief, mind you, just the purse, because apparently that stupid man literally just gave away the thing he set out to steal. Lycus briefly inspected the purse and found that it appeared to still have most of its contents.
"What was even stolen?" he wondered aloud after he took a gold bracelet out for the Gryffindors to see. "He didn't take the jewelry or the galleon coins."
Lycus didn't care to take the purse with him from the poor lookalike — he knew the owner was probably anxious to get it back, but surely one of the Gryffindor would take it, kindhearted idiots as they were. The three of them quickly follow the lead. The alleyways merged back into a larger road, and Lycus struggled to spot the culprit. He cursed under his breath.
"Wait — " He raised his arm to stop the other two from moving, then pointed at a street corner between a clock store and a cafe. "There. That's him!" he spoke lowly, afraid that the man would hear him. They were in a lousy, crowded path, but the thief was so slippery that Lycus wanted to be as careful as possible. The two Gryffindors seemed to agree, and they pushed their way through the throng of people to quickly reach the thief. At first, Lycus thought they'd lost the man again, as the alleyway was empty. But soon they overheard a hushed conversation between the thief and someone else.
Lycus quickly hid behind a protruding bay window and cast a Disillusionment charm on the three of them. See? He could do spells!
In front of the thief stood a stranger cloaked so heavily and thoroughly in black leather that it was difficult to even tell the species. That could be a vampire or a quarter-giant for all he knew.
"Your lead was right," the thief said. "She had a letter. And this."
A letter? It appeared that woman perhaps wasn't as clueless as she appeared. She certainly had been carrying something of great importance, and the panic rose not because she was the normal useless victim, but because she knew she'd lost these things. Lycus craned his neck to catch sight of what the thief was showing beside the letter.
"What is it . . . " he mumbled, though with how closely the three of them were standing together, there was no doubt the Gryffindors heard as well.
comfortable
𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙘
code by low fidelity.
Saira has no desire to continue to listen to the horrible woman speak. Despite the arduous journey, the bird led them on, she was content to end this journey here. Upon the woman's attempt to reach for her wand, Saira swiftly drew her own, positioning herself in front of the students as Sophia engaged the woman. Maintaining silence, Saira remained vigilant, her gaze assessing any potential threats toward the students. She trusted Sophia's capability to handle the situation, or at least provide a window for the students to flee.
With her arms crossed and wand secured beneath it, the professor observed the woman as she hastily ran through her options. Despite the gesture of reaching for her wand, the woman opted to veer away from violence. While Saira discerned the decision with the use of legilimency, Saira’s own thoughts raced incessantly, failing to alleviate the tension coursing through her. Familiar with the capricious nature of thoughts, someone could always change their mind. It took only milliseconds for a human to decide on an action.
"Fine. Take the bloody owl! It isn't worth the trouble!" She snaps. "Now, get out!" With a flutter, Harold landed on her shoulder. Saira swiftly turned, beaming down at the students and theatrically clasping her hands. "Well, that concludes our little adventure, students. Now let’s head out.” With a matter-of-fact tone, she hurriedly ushered them out of the premises, casting a glance backward to ensure Sophia followed. Despite feeling drained, this wasn't how she envisioned spending her final day of freedom.
As the group congregated, Saira released a heavy sigh, arms still folded. "She was quite unpleasant, wasn't she?" She affectionately scratched under the owl's chin before gently lifting him with both hands. "So, who shall take in our new friend Harold? My dear Beedie would be less than thrilled to share her space." Chuckling, she felt a sudden yearning to see her cat but pushed the sentiment aside, focusing on Vijay and Ophelia, waggling her eyebrows. "Shall I make the choice then?" A smile brightened her face as Harold squirmed in her grasp.
With her arms crossed and wand secured beneath it, the professor observed the woman as she hastily ran through her options. Despite the gesture of reaching for her wand, the woman opted to veer away from violence. While Saira discerned the decision with the use of legilimency, Saira’s own thoughts raced incessantly, failing to alleviate the tension coursing through her. Familiar with the capricious nature of thoughts, someone could always change their mind. It took only milliseconds for a human to decide on an action.
"Fine. Take the bloody owl! It isn't worth the trouble!" She snaps. "Now, get out!" With a flutter, Harold landed on her shoulder. Saira swiftly turned, beaming down at the students and theatrically clasping her hands. "Well, that concludes our little adventure, students. Now let’s head out.” With a matter-of-fact tone, she hurriedly ushered them out of the premises, casting a glance backward to ensure Sophia followed. Despite feeling drained, this wasn't how she envisioned spending her final day of freedom.
As the group congregated, Saira released a heavy sigh, arms still folded. "She was quite unpleasant, wasn't she?" She affectionately scratched under the owl's chin before gently lifting him with both hands. "So, who shall take in our new friend Harold? My dear Beedie would be less than thrilled to share her space." Chuckling, she felt a sudden yearning to see her cat but pushed the sentiment aside, focusing on Vijay and Ophelia, waggling her eyebrows. "Shall I make the choice then?" A smile brightened her face as Harold squirmed in her grasp.
comfortable
𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙘
ven
sage
DADA.
Lost Echo
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There were two Kneazles. Thankfully between the three of them, they were able to convince them to come with. Leor shifted, growing their upper body into that of a linebacker, making perfect perches for each of them. For a moment, one found their curls fascinating, tugging and chewing on them as they left Gambol and Japes.
They were quite willing to go on, but then a commotion brought their attention to their next prey. Leor couldn’t help but grin at the other professor’s excitement and, pulling their own wand out, they followed him in the crowd, the student with them. Of course, the niffler (who but a thief would even buy a niffler?) had chosen an expensive store that Leor would never have been seen in. In any form. You had to act rich too, and Leor wasn’t good at pretending to have a stick up their ass.
Still, they followed Antonio in, knowing he’d must have seen the creature, or at least intuited that it was in there. The woman in there was well practiced with her stick, her eyes sneering and her tone managing to make them sound like dirt on her shoe she was about to vanish. At the sight of the creature, her scream shifted into a wail, obviously as irritating to the niffler as it was to them. About to tell them to shut up, Antonio was quicker with his wand. The woman was so much better silenced. “Besides, plates this expensive should have an unbreakable charm on them. You’re selling shitty goods.”
Then Leor had to catch the Kneazles as they tried to launch themselves off their shoulders and get the niffler. Looping their arms around them, so that their hands touched their head, they built more muscle to hold them in place. “No Niffler for you two. You don’t know where it’s been.”
As they watched Antonio tickle the Niffler, they added, “Wherever it was, it’s been busy.” It took a good minute for the creature to empty out, but Leor had their hands full calming the Kneazles. They shifted their face to an approximation of Ruth’s, then began to purr. It may have sounded close enough to humans, but they knew a Kneazle wouldn’t fall for it. What it did was surprise the two out of fighting, turning to look at them instead. Reverting back they spoke again, “Thank you. Now, we only have one of your friends.” They laughed at their disagreeing expressions. “We only have Bowtruckles left. Then you get to go home.” The two didn’t look any happier about that, but Leor followed Antonio in his great escape out of the fancy shop.
Even the Kneazles were aware Bowtruckles would look for trees, so once the group came upon a greenhouse attached to the herbology/potions store, they knew it was their best place to check. Leor, knowing human greed, spoke up. “We can’t tell them we have bowtruckles to find. They’ll claim they always had them, and we can’t prove these bowtruckles are the Menagerie’s.” A grin started to form on their face, their curls bouncing and enticing the Kneazles further. “I say we sneak in. Don’t worry; I have a plan.”
“If you two will help?” They asked each of the Kneazles, smile widening at their intrigued look.”Let’s play a version of hide and seek. We don’t want the owner to come in, so you’ll have to be quiet and not break anything. You pretend to hide from us, but if you see the bowtruckles, let us know.”
Turning to the human pair, Leor continued. “The three of us will be officially looking for the kneazles, if the owner comes back.” Then they looked at Antonio. “That’s on you. I’m shit at lying. And we can’t make the kid do it.”
Here they looked at Jesper. “I suppose this is a lesson in “needs must.” We aren’t doing anything wrong: we’re just preventing a negative outcome.” They pursed their lips, then added, “Authority like him,” they jabbed their thumb at Antonio “Helps, so if you encounter a “needs must” situation at Hogwarts, try and find a professor or prefect to help. My door’s always open.”
With a sharp nod, they walked forward to the door. Pulling out their wand, they felt for the magic covering it. It wasn’t a ward, thankfully, merely a spell locking the door. It would take a spell stronger than a basic alohomora, but Leor’s adventures exploring Hogwarts were coming in handy today. Beckoning the student, they showed him the wand movement. “I’ll cast, just in case, but it’s a handy spell to know.” With that, they cast the stronger spell, then pushed open the door.
Immediately the two Kneazles launched from their shoulders, darting through the foliage. Some were obviously magical. “I hope you two are smart enough to avoid those.” They muttered, as they led the way into the warm moist air. They adjusted their shoulders to more fit their body once more, rotating them repeatedly to get used to the difference.
The three split up. Hopefully the kid was as interested in plants as he was creatures. Or at least smart enough to avoid the deadly ones. Leor edged away from some cactus type plant with boils instead of spines. Trees. The Bowtruckles would want a tree. At least, they were fairly sure.
The first tree they found was a club like one, the trunks ending in rounded edges. It wasn’t big, thankfully, but Leor knew better than to trust anything in the magical world. They levitated a fallen leaf over to the tree. Nothing happened, until it just barely touched the bark and then, “WHOMP!” Leor jumped as the trunk tore through their weak magic, smashing the thin leaf into the mulched ground around it. “Bloody hell.” They breathed out. They just knew this thing was going to get much bigger. Who would want a tree that tried to kill you?
But a bowtruckle, almost as tall as the tree itself came out, shaking its little limb in a strange imitation of a human. “Woah!” held up their palms. “I didn’t hurt it!” They didn’t bother pointing out, if they’d tried to touch it, they’d have had a broken hand at best. The creature wouldn’t care. “But this isn’t your tree is it?” They asked shrewdly. “That explosion at the shop was enough to blow you off yours, wasn’t it?” They offered their hand, but kept it out of range of the willow. “I’m here to take you back to your tree.” At the distrustful look, they added, “I swear on my magic.” They assumed the creature could feel the small pop too as their magic knotted into the vow, for it climbed up their arm, its little limbs leaving pin pricks until it settled inside their clothes. Now that was a weird sensation.
“Any idea where your fellows are?” They watched one of the Kneazles dart by, weaving easily through the legs of the tables overburdened with plants. At its silence, they continued forward, looking for more trees. “You’re convincing the others.”
The Kneazle pretended to think about it, licking its paws before turning away. Not knowing if it was actually leading them to either, Leor decided to follow it anyway. Thankfully, it seemed to want to get out of the greenhouse as much as they did, for it led them straight to Antonio who was talking to the fourth bowtruckle. It made a noise and suddenly the second Kneazle was tripping Leor up, making them stumble, though nothing more.
“Let’s get out of here.”
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ghostlynarcissus
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Having learned the reason for their tasks, Leor couldn’t help but exclaim, “I can’t believe they’re selling these. Kneazles are perfect,” their hands went up to pet both of them, “But an acromantula?! Bowtruckles? Mark my words, we’re gonna end up with a student with your spider friend, Antonio.” Then they looked at Jesper, “Don’t let it be you.”They were quite willing to go on, but then a commotion brought their attention to their next prey. Leor couldn’t help but grin at the other professor’s excitement and, pulling their own wand out, they followed him in the crowd, the student with them. Of course, the niffler (who but a thief would even buy a niffler?) had chosen an expensive store that Leor would never have been seen in. In any form. You had to act rich too, and Leor wasn’t good at pretending to have a stick up their ass.
Still, they followed Antonio in, knowing he’d must have seen the creature, or at least intuited that it was in there. The woman in there was well practiced with her stick, her eyes sneering and her tone managing to make them sound like dirt on her shoe she was about to vanish. At the sight of the creature, her scream shifted into a wail, obviously as irritating to the niffler as it was to them. About to tell them to shut up, Antonio was quicker with his wand. The woman was so much better silenced. “Besides, plates this expensive should have an unbreakable charm on them. You’re selling shitty goods.”
Then Leor had to catch the Kneazles as they tried to launch themselves off their shoulders and get the niffler. Looping their arms around them, so that their hands touched their head, they built more muscle to hold them in place. “No Niffler for you two. You don’t know where it’s been.”
As they watched Antonio tickle the Niffler, they added, “Wherever it was, it’s been busy.” It took a good minute for the creature to empty out, but Leor had their hands full calming the Kneazles. They shifted their face to an approximation of Ruth’s, then began to purr. It may have sounded close enough to humans, but they knew a Kneazle wouldn’t fall for it. What it did was surprise the two out of fighting, turning to look at them instead. Reverting back they spoke again, “Thank you. Now, we only have one of your friends.” They laughed at their disagreeing expressions. “We only have Bowtruckles left. Then you get to go home.” The two didn’t look any happier about that, but Leor followed Antonio in his great escape out of the fancy shop.
Even the Kneazles were aware Bowtruckles would look for trees, so once the group came upon a greenhouse attached to the herbology/potions store, they knew it was their best place to check. Leor, knowing human greed, spoke up. “We can’t tell them we have bowtruckles to find. They’ll claim they always had them, and we can’t prove these bowtruckles are the Menagerie’s.” A grin started to form on their face, their curls bouncing and enticing the Kneazles further. “I say we sneak in. Don’t worry; I have a plan.”
“If you two will help?” They asked each of the Kneazles, smile widening at their intrigued look.”Let’s play a version of hide and seek. We don’t want the owner to come in, so you’ll have to be quiet and not break anything. You pretend to hide from us, but if you see the bowtruckles, let us know.”
Turning to the human pair, Leor continued. “The three of us will be officially looking for the kneazles, if the owner comes back.” Then they looked at Antonio. “That’s on you. I’m shit at lying. And we can’t make the kid do it.”
Here they looked at Jesper. “I suppose this is a lesson in “needs must.” We aren’t doing anything wrong: we’re just preventing a negative outcome.” They pursed their lips, then added, “Authority like him,” they jabbed their thumb at Antonio “Helps, so if you encounter a “needs must” situation at Hogwarts, try and find a professor or prefect to help. My door’s always open.”
With a sharp nod, they walked forward to the door. Pulling out their wand, they felt for the magic covering it. It wasn’t a ward, thankfully, merely a spell locking the door. It would take a spell stronger than a basic alohomora, but Leor’s adventures exploring Hogwarts were coming in handy today. Beckoning the student, they showed him the wand movement. “I’ll cast, just in case, but it’s a handy spell to know.” With that, they cast the stronger spell, then pushed open the door.
Immediately the two Kneazles launched from their shoulders, darting through the foliage. Some were obviously magical. “I hope you two are smart enough to avoid those.” They muttered, as they led the way into the warm moist air. They adjusted their shoulders to more fit their body once more, rotating them repeatedly to get used to the difference.
The three split up. Hopefully the kid was as interested in plants as he was creatures. Or at least smart enough to avoid the deadly ones. Leor edged away from some cactus type plant with boils instead of spines. Trees. The Bowtruckles would want a tree. At least, they were fairly sure.
The first tree they found was a club like one, the trunks ending in rounded edges. It wasn’t big, thankfully, but Leor knew better than to trust anything in the magical world. They levitated a fallen leaf over to the tree. Nothing happened, until it just barely touched the bark and then, “WHOMP!” Leor jumped as the trunk tore through their weak magic, smashing the thin leaf into the mulched ground around it. “Bloody hell.” They breathed out. They just knew this thing was going to get much bigger. Who would want a tree that tried to kill you?
But a bowtruckle, almost as tall as the tree itself came out, shaking its little limb in a strange imitation of a human. “Woah!” held up their palms. “I didn’t hurt it!” They didn’t bother pointing out, if they’d tried to touch it, they’d have had a broken hand at best. The creature wouldn’t care. “But this isn’t your tree is it?” They asked shrewdly. “That explosion at the shop was enough to blow you off yours, wasn’t it?” They offered their hand, but kept it out of range of the willow. “I’m here to take you back to your tree.” At the distrustful look, they added, “I swear on my magic.” They assumed the creature could feel the small pop too as their magic knotted into the vow, for it climbed up their arm, its little limbs leaving pin pricks until it settled inside their clothes. Now that was a weird sensation.
“Any idea where your fellows are?” They watched one of the Kneazles dart by, weaving easily through the legs of the tables overburdened with plants. At its silence, they continued forward, looking for more trees. “You’re convincing the others.”
~
A quiet meow, pitched not to carry, caught their ears. The intelligence of Kneazles always impressed them. Calling out, “Coming” at the same pitch, they weaved their way through the overgrowth. They ended up with a rash on their arm they couldn’t shift over, but otherwise came unscathed as they reached what they were pleased to see was a wiggentree. The Kneazle immediately bounded off, while Leor nudged the bulge in their shirt. “Anyone here?” Like a snake squirming free, the bowtruckles appeared from their collar. It made a chittering noise, one they’d have assumed were just shifting leaves if it weren’t so close. A moment passed, then another came out. It too climbed her arm and settled with the first, back under their clothes. Were they like bark? Leor wondered if they could grow their skin like bark--it’d ease the pin pricks and maybe the rash, but decided to first track the others. ~
That was almost as difficult to do as finding the bowtruckles themselves. The greenhouse was practically a maze. Leor wondered why they bothered locking out intruders when the plants would just police themselves. Finally finding first Jesper (who handled himself well, with a third bowtruckles to prove it), then one of the Kneazles, who Leor managed to catch with a springing lunge, their legs shifting to make the move. “You’ve done wonderfully. We’re almost done and then we can get back. Can you help us find your partner and the tall man?”The Kneazle pretended to think about it, licking its paws before turning away. Not knowing if it was actually leading them to either, Leor decided to follow it anyway. Thankfully, it seemed to want to get out of the greenhouse as much as they did, for it led them straight to Antonio who was talking to the fourth bowtruckle. It made a noise and suddenly the second Kneazle was tripping Leor up, making them stumble, though nothing more.
“Let’s get out of here.”
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Historia Calamatium
the golden rule is there is no golden rule
Lost Echo
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Ruth’s human was an idiot. “You can’t stay mad at me forever.” Perhaps, but she would not forget this. She’d thought she could let them leave, hunt on their own, but obviously that was not the case.
“Listen, they’re not that bad.” Ruth watched as they lifted the conniving bowtruckle from the cup it was climbing into, likely interested in the tea leaves inside. They put it on their shoulder then switched the cups. Lady Sophia would not have to deal with roots in hers.
The Kneazle stretched on their window seat, her fur brushing the colored glass and turned around. She studied the sky through a purple pane, pressing her flattened nose against it. Though the bench was lower, to accommodate her size, she still couldn’t move without touching the cool surface. Just as she liked it. What she would have liked better is an intelligent human.
She felt the magic of a spell ripple over the tea set, keeping the leaves fresh and the pot hot. Leor’s shoes were loud as they walked over. Ruth sniffed, irritated.
“Listen, we’re just holding off talking to Antonio until it’s been long enough that he won’t have any noble” Ruth agreed with the sneer, “ideas of returning him.” There was a pause, likely adjusting the leafy beast. “You can’t expect me to actually do that myself,” They insulted her. Badly enough the Kneazle turned her head around to hiss.
Leor’s sigh was relieved. “Good. They’re a person too. Even if we need a translator.” The bowtruckle made another noise, clearly able to understand them. You’d think the bond they’d made between the two would be enough. “What? We do! I need to get you back to your tree. Antonio will know how to find it.” The reminder of their idiocy made her hiss.
Ruth knew Leor reached to her for comfort without thought, but she still slinked away, jumping off the platform. With her tail high, she stalked across the room. Jumping up into her human’s usual armchair, she started to knead it. Let them sit somewhere else when Lady Sophia came.
“Ruth…” For now, they stole the second armchair, tucking their hands beneath their legs. “Seriously, why are you so upset?” The Kneazle continued to knead the cushion, their claws catching in the fabric. She heard the bowtruckle make a noise. It clattered onto the table, somehow not disrupting the spell, and used it as a bridge to reach her. Curious, Ruth stopped, looking at the bowtruckle.
She knew it wasn’t to blame. No, her human had suggested the pact all on their own. They met its beady eyes. She could tell there was some intelligence in them, but it was unlike any she’d ever seen. It spoke. She understood not a word, but shifted back against the chair when it jumped toward her, instead of swiping it to the floor. Ah. It realized what her problem wasn’t with it. She shifted, making room for it before lying down.
“Wait…” Oh look, it might have worked. Maybe her idiot can learn. “You aren’t mad at me for bringing him…” Come now, Ruth knew her human wasn’t hopeless. “Oh.”
Leor sighed so heavily, they sagged over their legs, their hat falling to the floor. “The vow.” They said to their legs. Ruth meowed a confirmation. Breathing in deeply, they raised their head to look at their familiar. “I had to convince them to get out.” Its message apparently done, the bowtruckle transversed the table again, it jumped off, picked up the hat that was nearly its size, and then climbed the witch, replacing the hat. “I couldn’t have reached in and grabbed them even if I wanted to. My hand would have been broken.” Ruth made sure her expression showed she did not care. “I don’t know what I was thinking.” Obviously they weren’t. “It just felt right.”
Ruth usually approved of Leor’s tendency to follow their magic. It was a shifting energy, constantly moving, but it usually led her true. Now she was curious. Standing, she followed the bowtruckle’s path, nimbly avoiding the china, the spell accepting her as a part of Leor. Landing heavily on her human’s lap, who had enough warning to lean back to accept her. Putting her paws on their shoulders, they sniffed intently at the bowtruckle on her shoulder. She froze. Ah. Leaning back, she met its beady eyes. Well then, she would have to get used to it. Meowing a warning, it had chosen, as was its right, but that meant it had to protect Leor. They obviously needed it. The bowtruckle chirped back, nodding in a strangely human way.
Content, Ruth jumped off of her witch’s lap, and headed to the door. With a meow, she warned of Lady Sophia’s knock. “Gotta get a translator.” Leor muttered as they rose to open the door.
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It was in the early morning twilight, before the world even began to stir, Cal was jogging his usual route – a habit he had acquired from his many years of training. It was something that had become second nature to him at this point. He really enjoyed light training at this time, there was just something about it, something almost… peaceful. It was a stark contrast in his mind to how the world has otherwise been these past few years. He shakes his head to clear his head of those kinds of thoughts quickly. Now wasn’t the time. There were things that he needed to do today, and he had to focus.
Just as the first genuine rays of sunlight crested over the horizon he had finally returned to his home. He slowly came to a walking pace, letting his body come down in energy, as well as making sure to stretch his muscles a little. When he feels that he was sufficiently wound down he makes his way into his house, careful to move at a moderately quiet noise level, before grabbing his clothes and taking a quick shower. By the time he was finished and dressed for the day he could smell the beginnings of breakfast. With a smile he made his way downstairs, turning a corner, he spots the familiar sight of his mothers back, and a familiar tune that was being hummed through the air. She was a petite woman, with strawberry blonde hair, and a heart shaped face – set with kind, forest green, eyes.
He quietly approaches taking in the sight as it wasn’t common by any means. Things were being cooked in pots that seemed to be controlled by invisible hands, plates, cups, and cutlery were flying and setting themselves upon the table. He leans against the frame leading into the kitchen, a soft smile stretching across his face, it wasn’t often that he got to see her using her magic. His father was deeply uncomfortable with such things, often exploding at its use, and sending him spiraling down. So, his mother tried to avoid using it in front of him.
In fact, it was due to this that they fell behind in their schedules for a while, with the first thing being that their car had broken down. Which wasn’t much of a surprise being that the car was old and in need of a much-deserved repair…or junking. From there it all went downhill with one thing happening right after the other. It was at this point that Cal finally pushed himself off the frame, walked forward and ghosted her cheek with a quick kiss, making her slightly startle – a plate setting down a little harder than it should as a result. Cal gave a small chuckle as his mother swats his arm while huffing in exasperated adoration, mirth filling her eyes, “morning, Cal!”
“Good morning, Mum!” He exclaims happily, “ready to go?”
She gestures to the plates, now containing a full breakfast, “let’s eat first and then we can go!” Cal eats with an excited enthusiasm, ready to start his final year at Hogwarts, and then perhaps he could get his mom and him out of there.
It was at this time that the floorboards upstairs began to creak and his good mood seemed to vanish almost instantly, a glare being directed towards the ceiling, and with a grunt he sets aside his plate and grabs a hold of his moms hands. “Come on, mum, we should really get going.” He says softly, as she nods in quiet agreement, leaving a half-finished breakfast behind and making their way towards the garage. The car having already been packed the night before. They were able to pull away before any sign of his father could be seen, it was only when they were some distance away that Cal could feel himself relax again, never even noticing when he had tensed up. With a deep breath he lets the negative feelings roll off his shoulder.
“He does care about you, Cal.” His mother says to him, casting a glance as she does, and Cal gives a quick incredulous grunt in acknowledgment. Both realizing that those words sounded just as empty as they felt. Then it was silent until they had finally arrived at Kings Cross. After a quick hug goodbye, Cal’s mother drove off, leaving him to walk the rest of the way to Platform 9 ¾. Along his way he actively began a search for any of the new confused muggleborns.
After helping a few of them find the right place and instructing them on how to get through, he made his own way through, feeling a weight being lifted from his shoulder at the sight of the familiar locomotive. With his usual smile returning he sets off to find an available car to settle down in. After a few full cars he finally comes across one that’s relatively empty save for one familiar face. Keaton Calum, a Gryffindor of the same year as him.
“If you're looking for an invitation I won't be much help, but I'd recommend taking a seat before someone else does.” Keaton smiled. “And if any of you are good at potions I could really use the help.”
“Thanks!” Cal exclaimed as he returned the smile, “I’m not the best a potions myself, but perhaps the other two behind me might be?” He questions as he moves into the compartment and begins storing his stuff on the racks above. He had noticed the presence of the other people behind him but hadn’t really looked until now.
Doing so, he recognizes them from the same year as well, although from different houses.
Quinn Kingston, A Hufflepuff, who he’s had quite a few conversations with during the years, and Neil Black, A Slytherin, someone who he’s rarely had any interaction with even after all these years.
‘Sometimes that’s just the way things went in Hogwarts though.’ Cal thinks as he sits himself near the window.
He quietly approaches taking in the sight as it wasn’t common by any means. Things were being cooked in pots that seemed to be controlled by invisible hands, plates, cups, and cutlery were flying and setting themselves upon the table. He leans against the frame leading into the kitchen, a soft smile stretching across his face, it wasn’t often that he got to see her using her magic. His father was deeply uncomfortable with such things, often exploding at its use, and sending him spiraling down. So, his mother tried to avoid using it in front of him.
In fact, it was due to this that they fell behind in their schedules for a while, with the first thing being that their car had broken down. Which wasn’t much of a surprise being that the car was old and in need of a much-deserved repair…or junking. From there it all went downhill with one thing happening right after the other. It was at this point that Cal finally pushed himself off the frame, walked forward and ghosted her cheek with a quick kiss, making her slightly startle – a plate setting down a little harder than it should as a result. Cal gave a small chuckle as his mother swats his arm while huffing in exasperated adoration, mirth filling her eyes, “morning, Cal!”
“Good morning, Mum!” He exclaims happily, “ready to go?”
She gestures to the plates, now containing a full breakfast, “let’s eat first and then we can go!” Cal eats with an excited enthusiasm, ready to start his final year at Hogwarts, and then perhaps he could get his mom and him out of there.
It was at this time that the floorboards upstairs began to creak and his good mood seemed to vanish almost instantly, a glare being directed towards the ceiling, and with a grunt he sets aside his plate and grabs a hold of his moms hands. “Come on, mum, we should really get going.” He says softly, as she nods in quiet agreement, leaving a half-finished breakfast behind and making their way towards the garage. The car having already been packed the night before. They were able to pull away before any sign of his father could be seen, it was only when they were some distance away that Cal could feel himself relax again, never even noticing when he had tensed up. With a deep breath he lets the negative feelings roll off his shoulder.
“He does care about you, Cal.” His mother says to him, casting a glance as she does, and Cal gives a quick incredulous grunt in acknowledgment. Both realizing that those words sounded just as empty as they felt. Then it was silent until they had finally arrived at Kings Cross. After a quick hug goodbye, Cal’s mother drove off, leaving him to walk the rest of the way to Platform 9 ¾. Along his way he actively began a search for any of the new confused muggleborns.
After helping a few of them find the right place and instructing them on how to get through, he made his own way through, feeling a weight being lifted from his shoulder at the sight of the familiar locomotive. With his usual smile returning he sets off to find an available car to settle down in. After a few full cars he finally comes across one that’s relatively empty save for one familiar face. Keaton Calum, a Gryffindor of the same year as him.
“If you're looking for an invitation I won't be much help, but I'd recommend taking a seat before someone else does.” Keaton smiled. “And if any of you are good at potions I could really use the help.”
“Thanks!” Cal exclaimed as he returned the smile, “I’m not the best a potions myself, but perhaps the other two behind me might be?” He questions as he moves into the compartment and begins storing his stuff on the racks above. He had noticed the presence of the other people behind him but hadn’t really looked until now.
Doing so, he recognizes them from the same year as well, although from different houses.
Quinn Kingston, A Hufflepuff, who he’s had quite a few conversations with during the years, and Neil Black, A Slytherin, someone who he’s rarely had any interaction with even after all these years.
‘Sometimes that’s just the way things went in Hogwarts though.’ Cal thinks as he sits himself near the window.
