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Jul 15, 2014 23:22:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 23:22:27 GMT -7
all comc students
409 pick your puff
so lie to me and tell me we'll make it through the night Clara lifted a wooden crate from the pumpkin patch and walked towards a wooden table with several other crates on top of it. She placed the crate onto the table where high-pitched chirps could be heard within the crates. Gatsby perched himself on his stump nearby the small gathering of early students.The canine ignored the chirping and decided on a nap instead as his master would start her lesson soon.
The blonde opened each of the crates, smiling at the chirping creatures inside. Today's lesson was definitely her favorite of the year. Each student, regardless of their year would care for a pygmy puff of their choice. She only taught this lesson every several years, specifically so students wouldn't end up with two pets (if they were lucky that their first pygmy puff survived long enough).
In front of the table, students slowly gathered around. "Class, I apologize for having all of the classes to be here, but it wasn't easy getting these little guys," Clara pointed to the chirping crates beside her on the table, "to be here for just one day." She shuffled through the crate and pulled out a white cloud with a tiny head sticking out. "This here is a Pygmy Puff. It's a miniature Puffskein. Many of you might have seen these around Diagon Alley. They were first seen on the market around 1996 when the Weasley twins, Fred and George Weasley bred puffskeins to create these fantastic creatures. Ever since, wizarding children of all ages have had the pleasure to have a Pygmy Puff as a household pet." She placed the white pygmy puff back into the crate.
"For your assignment of the week, each of you will take a pygmy puff of your choice to care for a week. You will name it, you will feed it, and you will cherish it. Think of them as your own child. Please avoid killing these poor creatures. Each day you will write a journal entry of no less than a paragraph of what your pygmy puff did that day. The more effort you put into this assignment will result in extra house points. When you pick your pet and you decide on a name, come to me so I can write your name with your pet's. You are then free to go and care for your new pets." Clara took a step back from the table and waited as each student made their way to the crates of pygmy puffs.
tagged comc students: @james, lily luna potter, @ronan, @alice, @crystal2, @elodiewood *will update as class list expands, Pygmy Puff Choices located here! Turn in your Journal Entries here.
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Jul 16, 2014 5:05:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2014 5:05:16 GMT -7
elodie had made her way down to the care of magical creatures hut along with her fellow 7th years, side by side with the gryffindors. underneath her long robes sleeves, she wore black protective gloves, as you never knew what you might be facing in care of magical creatures class. she had learned that the hard way throughout her years of taking the class – it wasn’t the teacher at fault, but if you so long as look at some animals the wrong way, and they’ll have it in for you for the rest of the class. professor bates, in fact, was possibly elodie’s favourite teacher, which is why as she approached the all-too-familiar hut, her face was bright and brimming with excitement. she took notice of the main resident of the hut, also known as gatsby the corgi, and smiled in his direction. then, she gathered around the table with the rest of the students and peered curiously at the crates. when the professor took out what they apparently would be studying, the young gryffindor girl let out a little squeal. they were so cute! of course elodie knew what pygmy puffs were. she was surprised if any wizarding born student didn’t know what they were. but she had never owned one – she was never allowed any pets, not even an owl. but now, since they were her assignment, maybe her parents would let up on the rule. as professor bates explained the rules, her excitement grew. she moved quickly into the line of students picking pygmy puffs, and upon reaching the end, gingerly plunged her hand into the crate and pulled out a pumpkin coloured one. she squealed again as it moved in her hand. it was so soft – it was like they were bred specifically for cuteness. she moved out of the line to decide on the name. it reminded her a lot of pumpkins, which then drew her mind to halloween, and in an instant, the name came to her. she moved towards the professor to inform her of her very, very important decision. ”professor,” she held up her almost obnoxiously orange pygmy puff proudly, ”this is spook!”tagged: professor bates! words: 361 outfit: ( link) notes: (n/a) |
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Jul 16, 2014 8:02:48 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2014 8:02:48 GMT -7
"Today is going to be an interesting one" Thought Ronan as he walked down to the Care of Magical creatures Class that required every student who was taking the class to be there. Once he was there waiting like with the rest of the students, he could only smirk as the professor had pulled out a pygmy puff. As he listened to the professor explain what they were to other students he couldn't help but grin. He already knew how to take care of one. His mother had insisted on getting him one when he was about nine, all be cause it was cute and would be easy to care for. However, Ronan and his dad had other ideas than just keeping it is a pet. They ended up playing quidditch with it in the house, while his mom was out. They had a great time even the pygmy puff enjoyed being tossed around like a quaffle. The only part about the assignment that he didn't like was the fact that they had to keep a journal each day.
Ronan walked over to the table following Elodie his partner in crime, especially on the quidditch pitch, to pick out a pygmy puff from one of the boxes. He looked at Elodie's when she had pulled it out and he noticed that it was the same color orange as a pumpkin. He could only smirk it was the perfect color for her. He reached his hand into a box and felt around for a pygmy puff. He couldn't get a hold of one at first, as they had all gone to the opposite side of the box. It might be because of what he planned to do with it once he got it. He finally managed to get a hold of one that had in a corner on the side that his hand was on. He pulled it out and he noticed that it was the exact same color crimson as a quaffle. He wondered if it would like to be tossed around, but he would have to wait and see until he was away from Professor Bates who would probably berate him for throwing it around.
He had the perfect name for the creature, and it fit the tiny little ball perfectly, or at least he thought so. Ronan walked over to where the Professor and Elodie stood. "Hey Elle," He greeted his friend "and Professor this little ball, sorry pygmy puff is Quaffle." He smirked as he held up the crimson pygmy puff which had looked at him like he was crazy to give it such a name.
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Jul 17, 2014 20:30:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 20:30:46 GMT -7
Care of Magical Creatures was one of Carcer's favorite classes. It was hard not to have a fondness for animals when your father is Rubeus Hagrid, after all. And Professor Bates was quite knowledgable, friendly, and liked his Abraxans. In fact, Carcer was in the magically-enlarged stables near where the class was held at the moment, finishing brushing down Apollo, the massive black stallion. Diana, the calmer of the siblings, was already guzzling the single-malt whiskey they preferred so much. Abraxan winged horses naturally drank water, as did any other species of animal, but his mother had worked as a breeder in her youth, and had learned that whiskey was extremely good for them. Beauxbatons Abraxans sold for thousands of Galleons, because they were the highest quality in the world, and the secret to that was a strict diet, including only allowing the animals to drink whiskey. Carcer wasn't so strict, though. He let the horses drink water as well, preferring to let them drink what they want rather than maintain their pristine quality. These were his horses, his pets, and they would be comfortable, not pedigree. He really should take them flying later. Maybe someone would be interested in riding Diana?
He bid goodbye to the pair and left out. The massive stables, built by Carcer himself, looked more like a very tall woodshed from the outside, to match the very tall hut he was now jogging towards. He made it just in time for Professor Bates to begin speaking, and therefore had no time to talk to his classmates. Instead he watched as she opened the crates—oh, Pygmy Puffs. That's....well then. Carcer was not his father. He didn't think it needed to be able to kill people to be an appropriate pet. But even he had his limits, and Pygmy Puffs...well, they were cute, sure, and he knew some people loved to play with them, but they didn't really DO anything. Carcer liked pets that could work. Dogs, horses, hippogriffs, thngs like that. Dragons and manticores were too far one way, but pygmy puffs and salamanders were too far the other way.
And now he had to take care of one. Oh joy. Not that he couldn't, mind you, or that he cared what others thought, but there was the pressing matter of his body. He bent down over one of the crates and carefully stuck two fingers in. After a moment, a forest-green pygmy puff sidled up, sniffed at the gigantic fingernails invading its space, then clumsily crawled onto them. Carcer lifted his hand more delicately than one might expect from his frame, bringing the poor puffball up to eye level. It was so small it could sit on the edge of his first two fingers and not even reach the first knuckle.
There was nothing else for it but to ask and hope. “Professor, I'm feeling a bit out of my depth here.”
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Jul 18, 2014 14:06:17 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2014 14:06:17 GMT -7
For James, Care of Magical Creatures was a fun class. He was good at it, sure. All it required was interacting with some animals and maybe writing up a paper or two. It wasn't hard. And with a friend who loved animals as much as Alice Longbottom, it was even easier. James had been walking down to the hut with the other Gryffindors, all in light spirits this time it seemed. He gathered around the professor and the crates she had out when one of his fellow lions let out a squeal. It was so like Elodie to audibly squeal like a girl at something cute. James chuckled as Professor Bates pulled out a pygmy puff. Sure they were going to have to write a paragraph each day, but it seemed easy enough.
He watched as his classmates all went forward to grab their new temporary pets. They were coming out all different sorts of colors. Orange, red, green, James began to wonder what color he would get. As it was his turn to reach inside the crate, he let out a deep breath before reaching inside. He felt around a little, as many puffy and fluffy creatures moved around his hand. It was a weird sensation, but it did feel nice. Like petting a very fluffy cat. James closed his eyes in anticaption and finally gently wrapped his fingers around one as he plucked it out of the crate. He opened his eyes and couldn't believe it.
"Pink!?" James Potter looked at the pygmy puff incredulously. James was never one to be so biased of things that were girly, but this was just his luck.
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Jul 19, 2014 11:40:47 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 11:40:47 GMT -7
Whenever Alice headed to the Care of Magical Creatures hut, it was always at a faster and more cheerful pace than her usual casual walk to class. She didn't carry her bag with her as she typically did to other classes. She had just her robes on her, for anything that Professor Bates would instruct, Alice would surely remember. Alice loved Care of Magical Creatures. And she loved Professor Bates, too. Like Alice, she could tell that Professor Bates loved creatures, magical and non. This was evident in the love she had for her corgi Gatsby. Alice loved Gatsby, as well. Alice loved dogs a lot, but she loved cats just the same. And when it came to magical creatures, well, Alice was like Rubeus Hagrid. She assumed all animals were kindhearted and believed that even the dangerous ones had only good intentions.
Alice got to class early, as she always did. She waited impatiently for the other students to trickle down to the hut as Professor Bates was getting crates ready. Alice was tapping her foot impatiently, itching to know what was inside. Finally, the rest of the class arrived. She shot James a glare from across the class area for not coming sooner. Then, Professor Bates introduced the lesson. "This here is a Pygmy Puff." Of course it was. Alice knew all about Pygmy Puffs. She had always wanted one growing up, but her mother told her it wasn't such a good idea with her cat, Oscar, around. As Professor Bates continued explaining the lesson, Alice felt her heart soaring. They were going to have to take care of Pygmy Puffs! Alice could see that Elodie was one of the only other students who seemed as excited as Alice was when she went up to get her own. Alice fell in line behind the others and was nearly jumping up and down in anticipation as she awaited the others to pick their puff. She made no effort to hide her laughter at James' reaction to his pink one.
At last, Alice was at the crate. She excited stuck her arm inside and let her hand sit there for a moment at the bottom of the crate. She was going to let her puff pick her instead. After a few moments (and a few students telling her to hurry up from behind her,) Alice felt a little puff crawl into her palm. Slowly and gently, Alice cupped her two hands together and pulled them out of the crate. In her hands was the cutest, little custard colored Pygmy Puff she had ever seen. Instantly, she had a name for it. "Fizzio," she declared with a bright smile on her face.
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Jul 21, 2014 23:26:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2014 23:26:11 GMT -7
all the comc students + clara
301 need more pink
| Care of Magical Creatures was a class Vivian at first loved when she signed up her third year, but grew to hate. The professor was a former Gryffindor, which was the first turnoff. The second turnoff was the dog she owned. An incident in her fourth year where the dog stole her lunch while she was eating out in the courtyard managed to get the corgi onto her bad side. After numerous attempts to get switched out of the class, it was too late. Vivian still enjoyed the lessons, but she hated when the dog was there.
After arriving behind a group of Gryffindors, one who she vaguely was able to make out to be the eldest Potter kid, Vivian was at class. She was late, but she was there. There were several crates on the table in front of the class. What were they? A deadly creature? A creature that ate dogs? Nope. A pygmy puff. When the professor explained the assignment, Vivian groaned. She saw a Gryffindor student get so excited, even squeling at the cute things. Vivian already had an owl that she took care of. She also had Quidditch to worry about. The Slytherin girl waited in line as several of the older students took their sweet time choosing a puff. She watched students like Elodie get excited at their choice and then there were students like the oldest Potter who wasn't so excited.
Finally it was her turn. She put her hand into the crate and immediately a puff jumped onto her palm. She pulled out a light-pink puff who chirped at her eagerly. The color reminded her of the cherry-blossoms she saw once in a book from a Quidditch match in Japan. "Professor," she said, placing the puff on her shoulder, "It's name is Blossom."
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Jul 23, 2014 22:07:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 22:07:08 GMT -7
Pygmy puffs eh? Elaine regarded the chirping book with a slightly curious look. She had slipped into class a few moments late (rather unusual for her but she had gotten wrapped up in a potion assignment and lost complete track of time) just as the professor had started to explain the assignment for the week it appeared. Hmm taking care of such a little sounding thing didn't seem so hard. It was probably going to be harder to make sure that her cat didn't make off with it as lunch. Delilah was such a finicky feline like that. While she of course had heard of the puffs and seen one -- she had never really interacted with them much. And so was confused with them mostly. I mean it was just a small puffy looking thing. What purpose did it have? Other then being a possibly nuisance to them all? This was something she hoped to find out over the next week that she was going to have this thing.
She watched as the others picked theirs--snorting as Elodie squealed childishly before she picked the most obnoxiously orange colored one there probably was and declared it to be called Spook. Then Ronan picked the most obscene name for a crimson colored puff she had ever heard. Quaffle? Really? Oh brother! How much could one love Quidditch. Seriously? Then Carcer picked a green one. Okay. Whatever. But when James picked out a pink one--she had to fight now to snort at the absurdity of it all. She coughed softly to cover up the fact that she was snickering at the Gryffindor boy. Pink. HAH! The irony of it all. She was going to enjoy poking fun at that for he next week anytime she saw him....let us just say that. Alice took her sweet time picking out a custardy colored puff that reminded her of a flan more then a puff really (flan sounded actually rather good at the moment--back to the task at hand here!). Then her fellow Slytherin Vivian (who seemed rather displeased at the task at hand--(Elaine was indifferent really)--choose a lovely cherry blossom colored thing. And then it was her turn.
Hmm...Elaine reached her hand down into the crate--it took a few moments before she felt a fuzzy something or other hop into her hand. She raised her hand up and was surprised to see that her puff was white...white as pure snow. It was rather oxymoronic considering the girl was anything but snow like. But she would take it she supposed. Now to come up with a name. It took her a moment or so and then she came up with one. "This is Crystal." she said...the way the sun hit the puff kind of reminded her of such a thing after all...
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Aug 1, 2014 3:19:09 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2014 3:19:09 GMT -7
all comc students
595 more children!~
so lie to me and tell me we'll make it through the night Clara was quick to notice who would do well in this assignment. First impressions with their pet would be a major indication.
First there was Elodie Wood who squealed and startled a younger student by her.. Sweet, sweet Elodie was one of her - no, Gatby's favorite students. Elodie reminded Clara so much of herself. The student was in the same house Clara was and just loved her lessons. "This is Spook!" The orange puff in her student's hand had reminded the student of Halloween. "Perfect, Elodie." She flicked her wand towards a quill and piece of parchment. The quill flowed across the parchment and wrote down the student's name along with their pygmy puff.
Second was Ronan Finnigan, another Gryffindor. He was a chaser for the house's Quidditch team and it was really all Clara knew about the boy. She didn't have a huge opinion on the boy, at least not until now. "Quaffle," she repeated, her teeth gritted together, "And it better be just the name," the enchanted quill wrote down Ronan's name with his pygmy puffs.
Following Ronan was a student who was much taller than she was. She smiled softly at the student. Carcer Hagrid was no stranger to Clara. Just like his father, the boy cared for her class and the magical creatures she taught the class about. Unfortunately this assignment wasn't a norm for Clara's tall student. She watched as it was his turn to pick his pygmy puff. A green pygmy puff rose with Carcer's hand. She couldn't help but chuckle at her student and his new friend. "This assignment well help each student differently. I'm sure with you, it will help you take care of smaller, weaker things. Just be careful it doesn't get ..smashed. Name?"
After Carcer, James Potter was next. He was another favorite of Gatsby. He too, along with Elodie and Ronan were on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She wasn't sure why Gatsby took a liking to him in the first place, but it couldn't be for the love of her class. As she waited for James to get his pygmy puff - which was taking longer than usual, she began to tap her foot. Out came a pink pygmy puff. "Pink indeed, Mr. Potter. So," she pointed to the quill and parchment now impatient with James, "Name of this adorable puff?"
Following James, was none other than Alice Longbottom. She was another of Gatsby's favorites and a Hufflepuff. Clara also saw herself in Alice. Like Elodie, she showed interest in her class. She was also Professor Longbottom's daughter and was simply a saint. A yellow pygmy puff came out of Alice's choice, fitting for a Hufflepuff. "Fizzio, cute name, Alice. Splendid choice."
Next came one of her younger students, Vivian Flint. Gatsby despised her. So much, that he awoke from nap and trotted back towards the hut. Clara noticed the girl was not that excited for the assignment. A pink pygmy puff was chosen, "Blossom, cute name, Ms. Flint."
Finally, Elaine Dupree came to pick her assignment. Elaine was also a Slytherin like Vivian. Although not a student she would normally favor towards, Elaine was overall a great student in her class. A white pygmy puff appeared in Elaine's hand. "Crystal. Fitting name, Ms. Dupree."
A few more students were still in line picking their pygmy puffs as Clara scanned the area. "Are we missing any others? Last call or else you fail the assignment." She was always the kind of professor to give her students a chance, especially if a student would be late.
TAGGED: (updated with more students) @nettles, lily luna potter, @xapon, @kay2, Albus Severus Potter, @crystal2, @ronan, @carcerronaldhagrid, @alice, @james, @elodiewood
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Aug 4, 2014 13:49:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 13:49:01 GMT -7
James was still in awe with his pink puff in his hands when he stepped aside to let a laughing Alice step up to grab her puff. He glared at her jokingly as he stood at the sidelines, watching his best friend. She was a natural with animals, there was no doubt about it. This was definitely Alice's class. When she pulled out her puff, James couldn't help but grin at her. Seeing Alice with animals, happy and in her element, made James happy.
Next up were two Slytherin girls. James hardly was paying attention at this point. He didn't care to pay the Slytherins much mind, aside from his younger brother Albus. He did take note that he was not the only one who had picked a pink puff, as the younger Slytherin girl had as well. And then Elaine had picked a white one. James didn't care to listen to what they named them.
When the Professor began calling them up and asking what they had named their puffs, James thought to protest. However the impatience in Professor Bates's voice told him to do otherwise. James help up the tiny pink puff and raised an uncertain eyebrow at it. "Uh... Pinky?" He finally had thought of a name, even if it was rather... childish.
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Aug 20, 2014 11:30:22 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2014 11:30:22 GMT -7
Will hated being late for any class...even those that he didn't necessarily enjoy all that much (he valued the chance he had to learn here and he wasn't one who was going to squander said chance thank you) -- and he definitely hated being late for a class that he REALLY enjoyed. But this was a time where he couldn't help it. There had been a certain set of circumstances that had occurred that led to his tardiness. One of which being that there were days were it REAAALLLY did not pay to be disabled and clumsy. And today just happened to be one of those days. Will hadn't realized that he had been standing with one foot on top of one of the moving staircases that Hogwarts was just full of and that his other foot was on nice, solid, non moving ground. And so when the staircase picked that oh-so inopportune time to start moving--it took Will with it to make a long story short. He hadn't broken any bones miraculously but he had managed to separate his shoulder and give himself a bruiser of a black eye (he already had to explain to a couple of people that no--no one had punched him thank you). But of course this meant a trip to the hospital wing instead of his normal trip outside to the care of magical creatures hut. The nurses were awesome though and managed to patch him up for the most part (he was still wearing a sling for support and he was okay with them leaving his black eye alone because let's be honest--it wasn't going to kill him and he couldn't see out of that eye anyways and so he wasn't worried about it).
And now he was carefully yet hurriedly making his way out to the grounds and hoping that he hadn't missed much. He darted to the back of the group and as he did-- he saw the crate and heard chirping coming from it and his curiosity was pricked. 'Ohh I wonder what was making that noise?' he thought to himself with a building excitement almost. He loved creatures--any and all creatures really (cept for some of them but that was neither here nor there). And he liked any opportunity he had to learn something new. And so combining the both--it was a match made in heaven.
It was then he looked around and he saw the small puff like creatures in varying colors with the other students and he recognized the critters right away. Pygmy puffs. Oh so THAT was what was chirping away in the book. That made a lot of sense now that he thought about it. Obviously they had to take care of the critters for however long (he would have to ask a housemate who had the class for that info later). He didn't have much time to think though as the professor called out to see if anyone else needed to grab one. "Don't forget about me." the sixth year chirped out just as the professor made the last call before she was probably going to end the lesson. The Hufflepuff student gave the professor an apologetic look, "Sorry I'm late professor. I had a bit of a stumble." he said with a frown. As if THAT wasn't the most obvious thing in the word right about now. He was going to get it for this one he knew he was...he saw the two Slytherin girls and he knew first hand how cold and sarcastic and harsh the one seventh year girl could be. And he was sure that he was going to get some of that snarky coldness here.
But did he care? No. Okay well maybe he did just a little bit. But they would never know it. He wouldn't show that he cared. They would not get the satisfaction of knowing that they bothered him. They didn't like him? Oh well--so sad. It was their lose--not his. And so instead of minding them--he immediately stuck the hand into the box and waited around for a puff to hop on board. It didn't take too terribly long before one sniffed around his fingers and wove through them rather cat like before deciding that he must have liked what he saw/smell/heard/whatever and hopped on. Will lifted him hand up to see a pygmy puff that was oddly the exact same color as a chocolate frog in his hand. He gave a slight smile as he turned towards the professor, "How about Aero?" he asked...okay so yes he was naming it after a chocolate bar...he wasn't the most original at names here...eh sue him...
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