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Post by Professor Viktor Dimitar Valko on Apr 11, 2023 18:25:41 GMT -8
Classroom Description Just a short walk from the castle, there is an outdoor classroom nestled in a small clearing. The classroom is located in a forested area, surrounded by tall trees that provide a natural barrier from the wind. The clearing is spacious, with room for a number of desks and areas fenced off for various magical creatures.
The old desks in the classroom are made of sturdy wood and have been weathered by the elements. They're arranged in a semi-circle around the front of the classroom, where the professor will be lecturing.
In front of each desk, there's a small area fenced off to house the magical creatures the students will be studying. These areas are covered in soft grass and are well maintained. Each fenced area has a sign indicating which creature resides inside, such as a bowtruckle, a hippogriff, or a flobberworm.
On top of each desk is a small cage housing a puffskein, a fluffy, spherical creature with a long tongue that eats anything from leftovers to spiders. The puffskein is a common creature in the wizarding world, often kept as a pet due to their playful and affectionate nature.
Despite the cold weather, the outdoor classroom is an idyllic setting for the Care of Magical Creatures lesson. The peaceful sounds of the forest and the magical creatures add to the serene atmosphere, making it an ideal place for students to learn about the magical world.
Lesson One Viktor stumbled down the front steps of his hut. He had requested to live in the small, cozy hut on the grounds. It was more practical for him. He had no need for a formal office in the castle. The hut meant he could be closer to the creatures for feedings and to keep an eye on them. It also meant that he would be able to flee further away from the castle if need be. Either way, the Headmistress had seemed happy with the arrangement. He buckled at his knee, heaving. His dark brown curls hung around a gruff, dirty face. Viktor looked up to the horizon, a pair of Jobberknolls danced around each other in the sunshine. He applied powered silver and dittany to the gruesome lash at his knee. Sweat poured from his forehead.
The wound wasn’t the first he had procured from a full moon. His self-inflicted wounds were partially healed all over his body. Professor Valko’s face had been spared by his own rage, but the other injuries had been deep enough to make it to his human transformation. He nodded his head to himself, strolling back to the forested outdoor classroom. His first class in an institution. He would need to remind himself to be on his best manners – these weren’t the nomadic students he had once taught...
He looked to his Hippogriff Rositsa, her black wings shining under the October skies. Shadows cast around the outdoor space, the trees towering above. Viktor nodded to her before taking his place at the front of the weathered desks.
Viktor had placed a caged Puffskein on each desk. Each of them with their own colour and curiosities. In all his studies, he was always surprised with the spunky personalities and overall resiliency of the small creatures…
He wrote on the weathered board behind him. His handwriting wild and disorganized:
Creature Name: Puffskein Ministry of Magic Classification: XX Ministry of Magic Category: Beast
Quick Notes: -Scavengers -Very long and thin tongues -When happy, they hum -There are two very notable related hybrid species He turned to the front, running his hands through his tangled hair and standing tall despite the pain at his knee….
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Apr 11, 2023 18:43:19 GMT -8
Loce sauntered into the classroom glancing around at the creatures already caged and rolling his eyes specifically at the ones on the desk. Unless they were using the Puffskeins as bait for something more entertaining, this year was already shaping up to be Oliver’s speed rather than his and his friends. “Hello Professor.” Loce said with a nod. Glancing at each, Loce spotted a yellow-white colored one towards the back of the class and took that seat. Had Anneli said she had this class with him? He hoped.
“Can we feed them or pet them or is that off limits at the moment?” He asked, lowering his chin to his desk to take a better look at the creature in front of him.
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Anneli Oden
Slytherin
5th Year - Slytherin Captain - Chaser - Part-Veela
Posts: 296
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Post by Anneli Oden on Apr 11, 2023 22:26:41 GMT -8
She wore an emerald scarf which was gracefully tucked around her neck. Her blonde hair was windswept from the October breeze. Anneli carried a heavy textbook at her side, a large black and gold parcel. She strolled through the trees, reaching the clearing of desks.
Her eyes cast immediately to him. Loce Vaisey. He looked magnificent under the shade of amber and yellow leaves. She strode to the front to greet the Professor, a weathered looking man, “Good afternoon, Professor Valko.” She nodded. Anneli then turned her attention to Loce, moving to sit alongside him. It worked out for the best. Beside him was a greenish-yellow Puffskein. It appeared friendly as ever.
Anneli moved her book, ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’ to the desk beside the caged Puffskein. She smirked, “I think I better unlock his cage,” Anneli whispered softly to Loce's shoulder, “They are hardly a danger.” She looked to Professor Valko. He appeared more dangerous than an harmless Puffskein. A breeze picked up, casting her champagne locks aside.
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Post by Zander Keahi on Apr 12, 2023 14:40:45 GMT -8
Zander happily makes his way outside of the castle and down to where the Care of Magical Creatures class would be taking place. Of all the courses offered here at Hogwarts, none interested him more than Care of Magical Creatures. There was something so incredibly special about magical creatures, animals in general.
He trekked the uneven path cautiously until the desks and board come into view. He smiles a perfect grin and settles into a front-row desk, the only other students present are a couple of Slytherins in the back, but he only has eyes for the small and furry creature caged in front of him. "Awesome." He remarks, happily.
It didn't matter to him the size, reputation, or capability of the animals, he loved them all. Big, small, gentler, ferocious. He found them all interesting in their own rights. "Aloha, Professor Valko." He greets, lifting his eyes, barely, from the Puffskein before him.
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Post by Fergus Reinhardt on Apr 12, 2023 20:09:11 GMT -8
Fergus strolled through the grounds with his hands tucked in his pockets. His looked over the lawns, longing for Germany in that brief moment. Their family had the finest castle in Wolfsburg. A living heirloom. It had been passed down through generations. Each room had been styled and enchanted to each member's likening. A giant forcefield had been continuously cast around it's walls. Each Reinhardt family member’s name was etched on a massive, marble Basilisk sculpture in the gardens. All except Aunt Marcela. It dated back to 1609. The etching had been charmed to endure all weathering. He sighed. The family name weighed increasingly on his shoulders. And he knew the name that should be beside him on the Basilisk...
Reinhardt Castle
He barely looked up to the Professor, rolling his eyes at the fuzzy balls of uselessness. Now this was truly child’s play. Fergus noted Anneli and Loce together again, giving them a half-hearted greeting, “Hello…” He rubbed the back of his neck. They were teammates, after all. Fergus was perfectly happy to play the long game, anyway.
He scanned the desks, moving to one parallel to the couple. Fergus looked back to the entrance, hoping either Gwen, Liam, or Cordelia would appear. Even Isla would be nice. He looked down to his puffskein. A grumpy looking dark greenish-yellow puff. It wrapped its long tongue around the cage and rattled it aggressively.
Fergus rolled his eyes. He slipped a vial of dried spiders from his bag, plopping one on the long tongue. The puffskein smiled and devoured it happily. The banging ended. “Professor.” Fergus announced, “Would it be possible to allow our guests…out of their cages?” He said, his voice deep among the October winds.
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Oliver Seán O'Shea
Gryffindor
5th Year - Slytherin Captain/Beater - What's it ter yer?
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Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Apr 12, 2023 22:25:15 GMT -8
Oliver bounded down to the outdoor classroom. He liked being outside. It reminded him of the endless hills in Ireland. He ran his hands through his shaggy, brown hair. Oliver wasn’t high-maintenance. That quality had been driven out of him hoisting his father's fish crates on his back up and down cobblestone streets to the market. A charm or two would have been so useful then.
He noticed Loce Vaisey first. So far, his least liked person at Hogwarts this year. His personal target, honestly. If anyone was to prank that git, it would be him. Oliver would need to mind his timing though. They already had a dreadful first detention with the bowtruckles. He didn’t need a second owl home. His parents had been confused by his ‘misbehavior’ and why he had been punished at all. Their action toward the matter hadn’t moved far beyond confusion.
Oliver strode up to the caged Puffskeins. He frowned. Animals should be free. “I second that, Professor.” He said, agreeing with Fergus Reinhardt, “We should unlock dem, yeah?” Oliver peered down to his Puffskein. A fuzzy ball of tangerine-colored fur. It rolled around in a zigzag pattern, panting. He frowned. He missed his dog. A border collie named Ghrian. Sunshine.
He glanced to Anneli, stealing a look. There were no other girls around. Things didn’t seem to be going anywhere with Ameryn, Loce hated him, and Anneli was breathtaking. In more ways than one. It was only natural to gaze at the girl.
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Post by Beowulf Wolf Woodrow on Apr 12, 2023 22:59:48 GMT -8
Beowolf had excitedly prepared for this lesson. Nothing in the Museum of Natural History could compare to even the most common magical creatures. Wolf had studied Newt Scamander's works all summer. His mind buzzed with random facts about flobberworms and doxies. He wore traditional school robes with a twist. Around his neck was a tie he had brought from home. It was mustard yellow with a pattern of small, black badgers running across it. A shocking find in Chinatown.
He strolled up to the group, grinning. Puffskeins were amazing little creatures. He had wanted one before realizing the noise it would cause. Wolf found a seat in front of a spunky yellow Puffskein. He was bouncing up and down wildly. "There, there," He said softly, putting a finger up to the cage. The Puffskein hummed and moved to be petted.
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Anneli Oden
Slytherin
5th Year - Slytherin Captain - Chaser - Part-Veela
Posts: 296
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Post by Anneli Oden on Apr 13, 2023 16:12:19 GMT -8
Anneli looked forward as Fergus approached the class. She had yet to tell Loce about the aftershock that had followed her injury. Her father had sent an owl detailing the reasons she should and would need to forgive Fergus for the mishap. The parchment had been burned upon first reading. Her nonresponse caused a stir back home. Anneli scoffed softly as he greeted them. Fergus wasn’t helping her situation. If anything, he was a complicit puppet. A ‘hello’ in COMC wasn’t going to cut it.
Her eyes flickered to Loce as the next classmate arrived. Anneli usually enjoyed the perky tune of the Irish accent, but found his grating. Perhaps it was because all of her interactions with him had been fairly obnoxious. She enjoyed joking, but not at the expense of being stared at.
She turned to him, “O’Shea, considering our previous discussion, I thought you might be more considerate of your eyesight.” Anneli said quietly, annoyed that his gaze was moving down her. “Perhaps focusing in class might help you in your next detention?” She smirked. Anneli had absolutely no power to send him there, but wished she did then. His gaze didn’t feel pure. Anneli decided to silence herself there. The last thing she needed was another owl home. Not now. Loce was still a vague figure in her father’s life. She wanted it to remain that way, for as long as possible.
Anneli returned her focus to her Puffskein and Professor Valko. She wouldn’t need to get him involved, not unless Oliver attempted anything stupid. Anneli moved to squeeze Loce’s hand, “Plentyn anwybodus.” She whispered shortly. It was difficult not to be bothered in the presence of Fergus and Oliver.
She pet her Puffskein, thinking back to some readings she did last night.
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Post by Aracely Minh Davies on Apr 13, 2023 19:17:51 GMT -8
Aracely walks briskly down to the outdoor classroom, careful not to trip on any uplifted roots or stones in her way. Careful not to trip on her own two feet as well, since the grond nearest the room begin to slop downward ever so slightly.
She takes in the sight of the classroom and admires it. She wishes that all classes could have an outdoor option, especially on nice brisk days like today. She notes the puffskeins caged for each student and smiles, pleased to be beginning with something manageable…. And honestly? Rather cute.
She sits smoothly down into an unoccupied seat infront of a cute brownish-gray creature. She neatly places her things before her and begins to write out her notes in an organized scrawl. She lifts her head at one point to scan the area, wondering if Ameryn or Ezra would be joining.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Apr 13, 2023 19:39:13 GMT -8
Loce chuckled with her comment about them being hardly a danger. He shrugged. “True, however unless the clearing is magicked to keep other creatures out… The owl sitting in that tree over there might just make a quick snack of it.” He said, which was why he hadn’t bothered to open his cage yet. That and acting without permission was a good way to get into trouble. He had been hoping to see some more exotic creatures this term. Something that might be somewhat a threat… but the way their professor looked; he might actually be more of a threat than any creature he could bring on campus. He rolled his eyes as Fergus attempted a half-hearted greeting. Wondering what he was playing at. Maybe he was getting the point that Anneli wanted nothing to do with him, or her father’s mandates for that matter and was attempting to salvage things? Anything was possible. And… in strolled Oliver… Annoying as ever. Never having a unique thought of his own, he mimicked Fergus’s question on unlocking the cages, and then attempted to sneak a glance at Anneli. If he had been anymore obvious, he would have been drooling. Pathetic. He turned to Anneli, raising an eyebrow, questioning if she wanted him to do/say something or if she had it. However, considering how well his last discussion with Oliver had gone, maybe her fielding it was the better idea. “Hey Wolf, how goes?” He asked as Woodrow joined the class. He chuckled a bit, finding it amusing that he’d rather be associating with a Hufflepuff than a Gryffindor. Loce’s attention turned from Fergus to Anneli, watching her reaction to him. The reactions were subtle, Slight tension in her jaw as she just looked to the front of the class, avoiding eye contact with him, or anyone for that matter. “You okay love?” He whispered, placing a hand over hers. Something wasn’t sitting well with her, and he doubted it was just his presence. Loce laughed at the idea of O’Shea and the toothpick and nodded at Anneli’s assessment of him. He reminded him of Jackson’s little brother not a drop of magic in the boy, yet he ran around the yard with a stick casting pretend spells. He smirked at the image. He lightly swept a wayward strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear and winking at her. “Caru chi, bob amser.” He said simply, raising her hand to kiss it lightly.
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Ezra Ansel
Ravenclaw
6th Year - Prefect - Ravenclaw Captain/Chaser
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Post by Ezra Ansel on Apr 13, 2023 19:54:22 GMT -8
Ezra knew the grounds fairly well. He liked the outdoors. The night time was his favorite. It was when the stars, planets and moon reawakened to observe. But he would take a nice October day. The subject wasn’t his favorite, usually preferring non-breathing facts. But he had heard Aracely signed up for the elective, so he followed suit. He beamed as he entered the outdoor classroom. There she was! And with no one next to her yet. Ezra strode up to the desk, “Hey Aracely,” He said grinning and pulling a card from his robes. He offered her the collector’s card, a #7 bronze Hesper Starkey. “She was a witch who studied how the moon's phases affected potion fabrication.” Ezra smiled. “There’s a portrait of her here in the castle. Behind it is a secret room.” He winked at her. Ezra wondered if she had the card already. He looked down to his Puffskein. A bubbly little light blue puff. It seemed to be a juvenile, much smaller than the others. Ezra smiled at him, “Hi buddy!” Maybe he did like this subject.
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Post by Aracely Minh Davies on Apr 13, 2023 20:20:00 GMT -8
Aracely cannot stop the grin from lighting up her face when Ezra appears. Appears and take the open seat next to her. She welcomes him warmly, "I'm happy to see you in this class." She admits. And before she can think of something else to say, something to strike up a conversation-- he does. She is silently grateful. Aracely has never been good at small talk or maintaining conversation. That was Ameryn's area of expertise. Aracely looks down at the card Ezra offers her.
She takes it gently from his hand and beams up at him, even seated he was taller than she. "Wow!" She is genuinely surprised at his thoughtfulness. At his sweetness. She feels her cheeks turn pink beside her smile. "You are the best." She says, unable to stop herself because, well because it was true. No one could make other smile or laugh the way Ezra could. He was smart and kind and funny. She admired so much about him.
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Anneli Oden
Slytherin
5th Year - Slytherin Captain - Chaser - Part-Veela
Posts: 296
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Post by Anneli Oden on Apr 13, 2023 23:01:12 GMT -8
She smiled and nodded. Her imagination ran wild, picturing her Puffskein being swept away by the owl. Anneli certainly wouldn’t allow that to happen. She didn’t have an affinity for the subject, but appreciated each creature no less.
Anneli gazed at Loce, “I’m okay,” She said, though found it difficult to lie to him. Anneli didn’t want to bring up her father’s owl. Not here. “Talk later?” She asked softly, squeezing his hand. A look of unease pierced the calm blue of her eyes.
“Caru ti, am byth,” She said, blushing as he swept the strand of pale hair from her hair. Anneli meant it too. No matter how long they lasted, she would love him. Forever. Her hand burned at his kiss. She couldn’t restrain her physical reactions to him. It was like a force made her unable to keep up her usual facade around him.
She looked at Professor Valko curiously. Would he sense the tensions in the class as Professor Ghica or Professor Gunvald might?
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Oliver Seán O'Shea
Gryffindor
5th Year - Slytherin Captain/Beater - What's it ter yer?
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Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Apr 13, 2023 23:18:32 GMT -8
Oliver grinned at Anneli as she turned to him. A shiver ran down his pants as she threatened to blind him, again. She looked beautiful even if a bit intimidating. The sunlight played with her hair. Oliver was just happier for a better view, “All depends, lassy. 'Ill you be accompanying me to the next detention?” He winked, completely ignoring Loce. Professor Valko was too far to hear. Oliver sat back in his chair, pulling his hands to the back of his head. He was relaxed.
He smiled as she turned back to speak to Loce. His puffskein ran around aggressively, just as excited as he was.
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Post by Loce Vaisey on Apr 13, 2023 23:50:11 GMT -8
Loce raised an eyebrow when she said she was okay. He knew better, and she knew it. He nodded as she asked to talk later. “After classes? Where?” He asked, not wanting to give a chance of it being swept away by the rest of the day’s activities. There was something that unsettled her, and he was not going to let her deal with it alone. She was just going to have to get used to having someone truly care about her. Forever It was a very long time, and he liked the implications of the word. He wined at her and leaned in, kissing her lightly on the lips. It was brief, as they were technically in class, but he had absolutely no control over the impulse.
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