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BanaBatGirl · 07-08-2020, 10:00 PM

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Naturally they’d be getting up close and personal with the Jarveys. Claudine could feel excitement buzzing within her. Poor Professor Winston though; he wasn’t having the best of time, was he? Plus he was fretting like a scratchy old man. At the invitation to work with Albus, the Snakette jumped to seize the opportunity. Despite her eagerness, she calmly put the umbrella away, pulled on her gloves then headed over to Winston. “I’ll take him off of your hands, Professor Winston.’’ Did he see her holding out her hands for the jarvey.

“Hi, er… Ali.’’ Yes, Claudine had already forgotten his name. But she was confident they would get along well and that she would be able to look after him. After all, she did take great care of those Hippogriffs. ~~Minus a hiccup or two.~~ "Professor? They can't contract colds from humans, can they?''

WWW had found himself a stump to sit on and supervise the kids during this part of the lesson. He was tired from trying to dig a mud pit to plant potatoes in it in case the school ran out of food, okay? He blinked a few times after Claudine took his jarvey away and then asked about colds. Uh???? He couldn't actually remember the answer to that question right now, but had a feeling the answer was no.

"I think you'll be fine," he assured her, hoping he sounded more confident than he actually was.

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

"Professor, can I have a dead mouse for experimental purposes? I would rather not have to find one of the carcasses in that abandoned classroom on the third floor anymore," she said in her most CASUAL voice as possible. It was really a pain to go find your own dead mice. "And sometimes there's only HEADS because of all the bloody cats running around - " she siiiiighed and sent her most PITIFUL puppy eyes at him before coming to approach the veeeery sleek and beautiful Ivory. She had a dead mouse in her hand. Funny how touching a dead mouse with her bare hands didn't gross her out as much as touching poop.

Okay, what?! Another strange question from the kids today... WWW shook his head as though clearing water out of his ears. Had he heard this child right? "No, you cannot take a dead mouse for experimental purposes." Was she nuts?! What kind of experiments did she need a dead mouse for--- necromancy?! He wasn't going to support this. He shook his head again, firmer this time. "No, just... leave all mice here, okay? AND voles, for that matter." One couldn't tell with this one.

Quote:

Originally Posted by love-for-HP

"My name is actually Blake, Professor." He added in response to be called Bryan ... what a dumb name ... okay that wasn't fair there were probably Bryan/Brian(s) all over Hogwarts, but it certainly wasn't HIS name ... Blake was much cooler.

"Oh, sorry Bryan," Williamson waved a dismissive hand at the Slytherin. "Er, Blake. Blake, not Bryan." Why did he look like a Bryan though? Weird.

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Originally Posted by GNOMES!

A small potato of a head popped out of the mud pit the professor had been busily digging the past few days. Then another, and another, and another head. The potato heads, or rather, gnomes, blinked at the surroundings, taking in the sight of the students and the lesson in progress.

Then they saw the jarveys, and the first gnome to pop up let out a shrill little giggle. One by one, the other gnomes also began giggling, until the entire mud pit sounded like the laughs of a child's birthday party being entertained by a clown.

"Ha haaaa," the leader of the gnomes taunted, pointing a stubby finger at the nearest jarvey being cuddled by a human child. "Stupid weasel pets can't do anything about us now." Now that they'd taken over this patch of mud, they'd probably be spreading to the rest of the grounds next.

He began hauling his misshapen body up from the muddy earth. "Let's go, boys!" To the greenhouses next? They were all rubbish now anyway. Who was to going to stop them?

And then this happened.

William could've almost dozed off to sleep on his stump, this class was going so well. Nice, quiet, peaceful interactions with the jarveys, who were a little shrill, yes. But nothing compared to the stupidity of a gnome, he thought, standing up as soon as the first one poked its head above the earth.

"Get BACK," he shouted, running to grab his pitchfork, which was slightly closer than the shovel. "Get BACK to your BURROWS!" he brandished the pitchfork at the gnomes but due to the whole everyone-turning-translucent thing, dropped it on the edge of the pit.

Great. "Hey, uh, class? Wanna bring your jarveys in here to, uh, drive these guys back?" He wasn't feeling so great, in between all the transparency scares and everything else, and sat back down roughly on his stump. "Let's... do a classic jarvey hunt. First one to catch a gnome will win a prize. Go on, help your jarvey get into the pit. You might wanna go into the mud with it, to grab a gnome yourself and toss them out. We DON'T want to hurt the gnomes, so you WILL have to help your jarvey!"

Sort of. He'd been mixing some old calming draught in with their food these past few weeks in order to help the jarveys remain more calm than usual. They were just so riled up by the loss of magic! Hopefully though, this meant they wouldn't be too savage with the gnomes...

OOC: Final Activity! Sorry for my slowness. You can, of course, keep bonding with your jarvey. BUT for the last part, you'll have to take your jarvey into the mud pit to help them remove the gnomes. =D

Now, one way to do this is to let the jarvey's natural hunting instincts take over, BUT that usually ends in... er, destruction to the gnomes. SO to be more humane, TRY to HELP the jarvey but your character will have to grab the gnome and spin them around and toss them out.

Have fun with this! You have until the end of the 10th because that's when our class time ends!

07-08-2020, 10:00 PM	#62 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,216 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Naturally they’d be getting up close and personal with the Jarveys. Claudine could feel excitement buzzing within her. Poor Professor Winston though; he wasn’t having the best of time, was he? Plus he was fretting like a scratchy old man. At the invitation to work with Albus, the Snakette jumped to seize the opportunity. Despite her eagerness, she calmly put the umbrella away, pulled on her gloves then headed over to Winston. “I’ll take him off of your hands, Professor Winston.’’ Did he see her holding out her hands for the jarvey. “Hi, er… Ali.’’ Yes, Claudine had already forgotten his name. But she was confident they would get along well and that she would be able to look after him. After all, she did take great care of those Hippogriffs. ~~Minus a hiccup or two.~~ "Professor? They can't contract colds from humans, can they?'' WWW had found himself a stump to sit on and supervise the kids during this part of the lesson. He was tired from trying to dig a mud pit to plant potatoes in it in case the school ran out of food, okay? He blinked a few times after Claudine took his jarvey away and then asked about colds. Uh???? He couldn't actually remember the answer to that question right now, but had a feeling the answer was no. "I think you'll be fine," he assured her, hoping he sounded more confident than he actually was. Quote: Originally Posted by kayquilz "Professor, can I have a dead mouse for experimental purposes? I would rather not have to find one of the carcasses in that abandoned classroom on the third floor anymore," she said in her most CASUAL voice as possible. It was really a pain to go find your own dead mice. "And sometimes there's only HEADS because of all the bloody cats running around - " she siiiiighed and sent her most PITIFUL puppy eyes at him before coming to approach the veeeery sleek and beautiful Ivory. She had a dead mouse in her hand. Funny how touching a dead mouse with her bare hands didn't gross her out as much as touching poop. Okay, what?! Another strange question from the kids today... WWW shook his head as though clearing water out of his ears. Had he heard this child right? "No, you cannot take a dead mouse for experimental purposes." Was she nuts?! What kind of experiments did she need a dead mouse for--- necromancy?! He wasn't going to support this. He shook his head again, firmer this time. "No, just... leave all mice here, okay? AND voles, for that matter." One couldn't tell with this one. Quote: Originally Posted by love-for-HP "My name is actually Blake, Professor." He added in response to be called Bryan ... what a dumb name ... okay that wasn't fair there were probably Bryan/Brian(s) all over Hogwarts, but it certainly wasn't HIS name ... Blake was much cooler. "Oh, sorry Bryan," Williamson waved a dismissive hand at the Slytherin. "Er, Blake. Blake, not Bryan." Why did he look like a Bryan though? Weird. Quote: Originally Posted by GNOMES! A small potato of a head popped out of the mud pit the professor had been busily digging the past few days. Then another, and another, and another head. The potato heads, or rather, gnomes, blinked at the surroundings, taking in the sight of the students and the lesson in progress. Then they saw the jarveys, and the first gnome to pop up let out a shrill little giggle. One by one, the other gnomes also began giggling, until the entire mud pit sounded like the laughs of a child's birthday party being entertained by a clown. "Ha haaaa," the leader of the gnomes taunted, pointing a stubby finger at the nearest jarvey being cuddled by a human child. "Stupid weasel pets can't do anything about us now." Now that they'd taken over this patch of mud, they'd probably be spreading to the rest of the grounds next. He began hauling his misshapen body up from the muddy earth. "Let's go, boys!" To the greenhouses next? They were all rubbish now anyway. Who was to going to stop them? And then this happened. William could've almost dozed off to sleep on his stump, this class was going so well. Nice, quiet, peaceful interactions with the jarveys, who were a little shrill, yes. But nothing compared to the stupidity of a gnome, he thought, standing up as soon as the first one poked its head above the earth. "Get BACK," he shouted, running to grab his pitchfork, which was slightly closer than the shovel. "Get BACK to your BURROWS!" he brandished the pitchfork at the gnomes but due to the whole everyone-turning-translucent thing, dropped it on the edge of the pit. Great. "Hey, uh, class? Wanna bring your jarveys in here to, uh, drive these guys back?" He wasn't feeling so great, in between all the transparency scares and everything else, and sat back down roughly on his stump. "Let's... do a classic jarvey hunt. First one to catch a gnome will win a prize. Go on, help your jarvey get into the pit. You might wanna go into the mud with it, to grab a gnome yourself and toss them out. We DON'T want to hurt the gnomes, so you WILL have to help your jarvey!" Sort of. He'd been mixing some old calming draught in with their food these past few weeks in order to help the jarveys remain more calm than usual. They were just so riled up by the loss of magic! Hopefully though, this meant they wouldn't be too savage with the gnomes... OOC: Final Activity! Sorry for my slowness. You can, of course, keep bonding with your jarvey. BUT for the last part, you'll have to take your jarvey into the mud pit to help them remove the gnomes. =D Now, one way to do this is to let the jarvey's natural hunting instincts take over, BUT that usually ends in... er, destruction to the gnomes. SO to be more humane, TRY to HELP the jarvey but your character will have to grab the gnome and spin them around and toss them out. Have fun with this! You have until the end of the 10th because that's when our class time ends! __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind