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Feb 1, 2018 20:30:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2018 20:30:03 GMT -7
This work thing was hard. Aiden had been at his first steady job for over a month now. He didn’t like it. Every day, he would wake up in the morning and go up to Whales. True, he apperated, but still. Then he went home. He didn’t like it. But having a steady paycheck was nice. He didn’t know what to spend the money on, so he started to eat out more often.
Aiden walked into the Leaky Cauldron and was seated. He had heard about it from a cute girl he had met a little while earlier. He vaguely remember her saying something about it, but maybe he was a bit distracted by her beauty to remember logistics. Especially because the weeks after meeting her, were some of the tougher weeks that he had lived. But he did miss that girl. While he thought about it, a waiter came by and took his order. As he sat waiting for his food, and pulled out a new journal that was roughly, but slightly used. Aiden had been making all his notes where he was working with the Dragons. He opened to the first unused page, then he began to fill in some notes that he hadn’t had time to write down during the day. He didn’t have to do it, but how else was he going to write and hopefully publish a book about his findings. He honestly had more than enough material. He wanted to start now, but he didn’t have time, and when he got back, he was exhausted.
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Feb 1, 2018 22:12:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2018 22:12:45 GMT -7
@aiden The final shipment of Sneakoscopes had been made for the day, and Harper was finally headed back through the Leaky Cauldron on her way into London. She had taken her motorcycle in today, and had managed to put a muggle repellent charm around it so the police couldn’t write her parking tickets. Not like those mattered much to her anyways, since they could be magicked away without a hitch. Plodding along the cobblestone street of Diagon Alley towards the pub, Harper massaged the palms of her hands. She should have been smarter about delivering the boxes. Instead of carrying them one by one from the office to the store location, she could have put a feather-weight charm on them and not only made fewer trips by being able to carry more boxes at once, but also saved herself from sore arms and blisters on her hands. Everything was always a better idea in hindsight though, and the fact that she had the forethought to charm her motorcycle was making her work seem like less of a problem.
And so did stepping into the Leaky Cauldron and getting blasted with the smell of food. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was specifically, but food was food and the second it assaulted her nostrils, her stomach was rumbling. Sighing because she knew it was going to be impossible to fight her hunger, Harper stopped short of the bar, contemplating what to do next. A decision had to be made: get food here, which was relatively cheap and she knew what to expect, find something on the muggle side of London and risk not having enough in their money to pay, or drive home and make dinner there, knowing that the latter choice would take a considerable amount of time. Scrunching her face up as she decided to eat at the Cauldron, Harper stepped up to the bar and snatched a menu off of it and turned back to her original spot. She didn’t actually need it because she always order the hamburger. That choice totally wasn’t because she was obsessed with muggle fast food. Nope, not at all. Dropping the menu down from her face so that she could go back up to the bar and order, Harper happened to glance down at the man sitting at the table next to her. He had a journal or book of sorts in front of him, and was writing something in it. She probably wouldn’t have taken interest in it, had it not been for her eyes quickly picking out the word ‘dragon’. That was one of those words that she would always be able to find, thanks to her father’s career choice as a dragonologist. If it hadn’t been for all the awesome muggle technology, she probably would have followed in his footsteps.
“Sorry if I’m intruding,” Harper started, unable to stop herself from being curious about what he was writing down, “but are you writing about dragons?” The question posed, she was unsure of how he would respond. Most of her dad’s colleagues would always drop everything they were doing and discuss dragons if someone asked, but she had never seen this guy before and didn’t know if he was one of those kinds of dragonologists, if he was even one in the first place.
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Feb 2, 2018 10:59:22 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2018 10:59:22 GMT -7
Aiden was very aware of the dinner rush starting to pile in. He sat at a table near the bar, and many people were simply ordering from the bar. This meant that many of those people were standing around, some close to his table. He picked up the skill of knowing what was going on around him over his travels. You couldn’t have tunnel vision when you are spending your entire life studying animals. This was true especially in the areas where there were four or five star beasts. Because of this, Aiden tried to constantly be aware of what was going on around him. He hadn’t looked up though, he was still happily writing. It was like a sixth sense thing. Because of his job working with the Common Welsh Dragon, he did write the word “dragon” quite a bit, other times he referenced it as “common welsh” or just “cwd” for short. This was just a rough draft of his observations.
He was deep in thought when a girl who was standing near him spoke up. He looked up to see a girl who was looking at him. He smiled ”Yea, I’m working up at the reservation up in Whales right now.” He had to add in the “right now” because he didn’t know how long he would be sticking around. Plus, having a steady job wasn’t the life that he pictured for himself. He wanted to keep traveling, he hadn’t been anywhere east. He had to go east. Aiden had a problem staying in one place. He partly blamed his father's job in the American military. They never really stayed in one place for very long. He looked at the girl, and figured she was waiting for her food. ”You can sit if you want.” He offered the other side of the table. He loved to talk about magical beasts and this girl seemed interested.
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Feb 19, 2018 22:24:37 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2018 22:24:37 GMT -7
@aiden Harper half-expected the man to ignore her. That was the typical response from the customers inside the Cauldron. She wouldn’t hold it against him though. There were times where she wanted to ignore everything and everyone around her, and a stranger asking questions would result in a rather rude attitude. Apparently she wasn’t immune to the same behaviors of her siblings, as much as she tried to avoid them. The gene that allowed them to be quick to snap before thinking was more dragon than Weasley, if she were to be completely honest. Thankfully she knew how to keep her own version of it in check, usually feeling awful when almost biting someone’s head off. Thankfully the man looked up and smiled at her. That was a step in the right direction. All of her negative thoughts were wiped away in a flash, and he even said that he was up at the dragon reservation in Whales currently. So he was a dragonologist after all. She swore at times that she could spot them from a mile away.
Before she could explain that she had been to the reservation and ask him if he knew her dad, he was offering her a seat at his table. Harper glanced down at the menu in her hand, remembering that she needed to order still. “Hold it for me?” she asked, bringing the menu up a little closer to her face to show that she needed to order. “I’ll be right back.” Moving swiftly up to the bar, she placed an order for a sandwich and then made her way back to the table the man was at, taking her seat across from him. “Wait, so you’re a full time dragonologist up there, right? It’s been years since the last time I went…is that old Common Welsh still there? I think his name was Smithers or something like that.” Harper bit down on her lip as she tried to recall what the darn dragon’s name was. She was sure that if the beast was there still, the man would know the one. That was the type of dragon that was hard to miss, as if letting one sneak by was an easy feat to accomplish in the first place. “Harper, by the way,” she added, realizing that she hadn’t introduced herself, practically tossing her hand across the table at the man.
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Feb 28, 2018 11:47:09 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2018 11:47:09 GMT -7
Aiden didn’t think too much about his look or the way he carried himself, but seven years alone studying animals changes a person. Even the short time that he has spent at the dragon reservation had changed him. He noticed some of the changes, but didn’t think much about them. He offered the seat on the other side of the table to the girl and she told him to hold it. She probably still had to order her food. He did so, and he continued to wright in his journal while he waited for the girl to order her food and then return.
He looked up when she sat down and thought about her question. It was a bit long winded, but he waited until she was done to answer her back. ”Yea, I guess I am.” Aiden had never really had a full time or part time job before. He also had never really put a label on what he did before coming to London. But before coming, he was technically a full time magizoologist. ”You’ve been up there? I do know the dragon you’re talking about, he’s still up there, but he’s goin down hill right now, so we’re keeping a close eye on him.” IT was a sad fact, but aging was unavoidable. ”So do you know someone who worked or works up there?” She had too, it was a dragon reserve. They wouldn’t just let anyone in there, and this girl really seemed to know the dragons. Aiden took the girls hand when it was offered to him ”Aiden. Nice to meet you.” After they had shaken hands, Aiden pulled his hand back and a waitress brought his food to the table.
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Mar 8, 2018 22:26:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2018 22:26:32 GMT -7
@aiden He was a full-time dragonologist! She could tell, the notebook aside. There was something distinctly familiar that each of them had that made them noticeable in a crowd. It wasn’t the burn marks or the missing body parts they tended to have, but the way they held themselves. Growing up watching her dad work, and his coworkers as well, it was so obvious to pick one of them out. The other thing Harper enjoyed was that they had a passion for their work and their dragons where other people fell short in their careers, herself included. Studying the beasts was obviously the best way to understand them and keep people safe, but breaking ground on personal connections with them was remarkable. Harper nodded her head, only turning it into a frown as the man said the dragon she had mentioned wasn’t doing so well. She hated that such beautiful creatures had to die, especially ones like Smithers that were loved and cared for. “That’s too bad,” she said, her frown curling downward even more than it already had, brow furrowing. “Yeah, my dad actually. He’s been working with dragons for years, so he used to bring me up there when he could,” Harper grinned. “You might know him. Charlie Weasley?” That was a stupid question. Everyone she had ever met that was either a dragonologist or magizoologist knew who he was. The push for dragon sanctuaries in locations other than Romania had been partly his brain-child.
The man introduced himself as Aiden, and Harper smiled, making sure to pull her hand back towards her as his food was set in front of him. That could have been her, had she ordered right when she walked in. The rumble from her stomach was agonizing, but knowing the Leaky Cauldron it wouldn’t take too long. “So what’s your field of study? I know a lot of research has been spent in breeding lately, but there are so many cool things about dragons…” Harper trailed off dreamily. At times, she wondered why she hadn’t gotten into dragonology, but the reminder that playing with metal and muggle items was what she woke up for every day stopped her from going all the way. Maybe if her current job got boring she would consider the switch…
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Mar 16, 2018 9:09:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2018 9:09:24 GMT -7
Aiden did love his work. But he wouldn’t even call it that. It was far beyond it, it was the sole drive to his life. He had journals upon journals of note of magical creatures, and wanted to write and possibly publish his findings. He knew that this job was temporary. He loved working with Dragons. This was his best chance to get to observe them closely. But his true desire was to observe animals in the wild. They did such fantastical things and living off the land and moving from place to place. Living under the stars was his true dream. Plus he had the whole west to discover. ”It’s sad, but on the bright side, dragon eggs are starting to hatch.” There wasn’t a surplus, but there were nought to keep the dragonologists busy. Baby dragons were adorable, and so trusting. They were a clean slate. True, their mothers were protective, so they mostly stayed their distance, but they still watched, just in case a mother rejected one. It wasn’t a common occurrence, but it did happen sadly. And when it did, it was the dragonologists charge to make sure the little one is taken care of.
Aiden wasn’t too surprised when she said her dad was. They didn’t get many random visitors up there. If they did have guests is was family or close friends to the men and women who worked there. He nodded at the name, looking a little surprised. ”Yea, I think I have met him once.” He knew the name from working there, but before then, Aiden had never heard the name Charlie Weasley before. But that was because he was almost literally living under a rock for the past seven years, with little to no contact with modern civilization. The two shook hands and pulled back just in time for Aiden’s food to come. Aiden had to think for a moment at the girls question. ”I guess I don’t really have one. “ Aiden smiled at the girl. ”Breeding is really interesting, I really want to learn everything I can.” He looked at the journal that was now closed. ”That’s what I do I guess, Just learn everything that I can about magical creatures. All of them really”
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Apr 7, 2018 23:48:10 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2018 23:48:10 GMT -7
@aiden Harper supposed that the only positive to one dragon starting to decline in health was that more were being hatched every season. There was a time that she remembered, where her dad would come home from an extended trip, and he would be frustrated that the eggs were either rejected completely or the young simply didn’t make it. The world of dragons was brutal, and humans were there to both protect them and limit how many were born. Having a number of sanctuaries where they could be hidden certainly helped, and bumping into a dragonologist in the middle of Diagon Alley meant there were more researchers out there that actually cared about the creatures these days. If she had been any more wild (more than owning a motorcycle whilst still at Hogwarts), she would have been one of them. But her priorities lay elsewhere. “That’s good. I always liked seeing the little ones. They’re like puppies, almost. Except their teeth are sharper, they can fly, and that whole fire-breathing thing.” So they weren’t exactly the best to compare to puppies, but they had the same sort of energy and exhibited a similar need to be around other living things. The baby dragons she had encountered over the years always loved to be coddled, even if that meant taking a face full of flames and smoke.
Her face lit up when he said that he had met her dad once before. Even if it was only one time, that was still something they could talk about, or it would at least prove that she knew what was going on with dragons. A lot of people (namely her siblings), wouldn’t give her the time of day because of her interests, but here she actually had something to talk about. He continued, saying that he didn’t have a main study, instead focusing on everything. “Wait, so are you a magizoologist with a focus on dragons then?” She had definitely heard of those types, but typically it was all or nothing when it came to dragons. Too much time had to be devoted to their habits to be able to learn anything, and running off to study other creatures took away from that.
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