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Originally Posted by Felixir After lunch (read: sitting with Pax and hearing all her terrible and entertaining updates), Nem headed off to the fenced off area where the Creatures lessons were held, with neither cat nor kneazle in tow. Care of Magical Creatures was the one elective that Nem had picked based on personal interest - unless tormenting Finneas Schmoe counted as a personal interest... which, actually, on reflection, it did - but that didn't mean this Williamson guy was automatically let off the hook. Judgement was being reserved, and already they were not getting off to a great start for one main reason: kneazles. Not that Nem didn't like them, but they had always intended to get one as a kitten - they were more receptive as youngsters, making it easier to work around that unfortunate tendency common to the entire breed.
But anyway. "Good afternoon, Professor." Williamson, yes. And?
Ignoring the crate and the obstacle course, Nem took a seat on one of the stumps provided, giving all the roaming kneazles a wide berth for the moment. Best to let one of them come over, though Nem was nevertheless keeping an eye out for any that looked particularly young, stupid, or irascible.
Claudine made her way down to the grounds for the scheduled CoMC lesson of that day. Having no pet kneazle, she, of course, could not have brought one. In any case, she reasoned that at least one would be provided for whatever the lesson called for. "Good day, Professor." She gave him one of her famous intense gazes before moving to find a seat, bearing in mind the crate in their presence.
Normally, she would sit by herself but today, for some reason, she chose to sit with Nem. There was something about his bubbly personality that would be good for her. "Hi, Nem,'' she said, choosing a stump right next to his. "Had a good lunch?"
Also... interesting obstacle course there. |
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