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HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
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Aug 30, 2020 15:49:07 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Aug 30, 2020 15:49:07 GMT -7
▲ October 2nd, 2025 This was beyond bad. Renard had always assumed that his job within the Ministry was a fairly safe one, considering there were plenty of regulations and safety protocols surrounding magical beasts. Bar a sudden plague of werewolf bites or a rampant manticore in Diagon Alley, everything he did was easy and only a hassle when ghouls or other nasty creatures were involved. Hell, even Doris at the werewolf hotel was finally getting used to his remarks whenever he came in after a full moon to collect the reports on unruly behavior from the werewolves that stayed there. They had a great relationship, him and Doris. They mutually agreed to dislike each other, and for the sake of getting work done, all he had to do was hand over paperwork and she only had to sign it. It was perfect. Rarely was there any talking involved in the whole thing, and it was quick and efficient. Most of his work was, at the end of the day. But the first of October had brought something far more complicated onto his desk that morning. There were sightings of magical creatures surrounding the island of Hy-Brasil, a place that Renard neither cared about, nor had been to before. It was essentially a magical creature sanctuary as far as he was concerned, and he held absolutely zero jurisdiction over how the druidic people of the island dealt with problems there. As far as he knew, they were basically living in harmony and that was good enough for him. The less problems he had to deal with, the better. Except the report on his desk stated that the barrier that supposedly surrounded the island had disappeared, and now all sorts of creatures, dangerous or not, had left the island following the accompanying earthquake. He drew quite a few looks from his coworkers when he let out a round of expletives at the report, and that he was supposed to pack a bag and head over to Hy-Brasil with other Ministry members the next day. Apparently he was better suited on the ground than trying to wrangle griffons and dragons that had decided to leave the island. If anything, he was better with the smaller beasts anyways. They never fought back. The next morning, the second of October, Renard went to the office like usual, and then went with the group that was set up to take a portkey to Hy-Brasil. In his opinion, the party didn’t have nearly enough people if the other side was supposedly a mess. The dozen or so Obliviators that were added in weren’t really useful, and all he was there was to get a total number of creatures that may have escaped. All he cared about were the big ones, since those were going to be the hardest to deal with. Warped by a car tire portkey, they were greeted by people that called themselves council members, and then were directed to where they each needed to head. The first thing that came to mind was that they looked like a bunch of hippies, and definitely acted the part. He knew very little about their culture aside from seeing the younger ones appear for tests whilst he was still at Hogwarts. And that was about it. After a brief discussion with one of these council members, Renard was pointed towards the town, and from there he was supposed to start asking around about locations where larger beasts were typically found, and how many were missing. Once he was out of eyesight from the council members and the rest of his Ministry colleagues, he lit up a cigarette and started his walk towards the town. It took him a moment to realize that all the plants and trees that surrounded the path were purely magical, and the few small animals were as well. Spending a few minutes staring off into the woods to try and comprehend what he was dealing with, he eventually collected himself enough to continue his walk, arriving in the town about ten minutes later. Calling it a town was almost silly. It was far from any sort of town he had seen before, and it made some of the outer magical communities in England look like cities. There were a few non-descript buildings, as well as a store and what looked to be an inn of sorts. He immediately cursed himself for not researching whether or not they had a bar here, but seeing the council members earlier told him that he was probably going to be out of luck here. Stopping at the general store, he walked up to one of the windows and peered in, cigarette dangling from his mouth as he mashed down on the end with his teeth. It was pretty dark inside, but he could make out shelves with goods and jars of something sitting on them. This whole place made it seem like he had just stepped back in time. It was unnerving, in a way. @fiona ● 835 ● In Florida by A Day To Remember MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Aug 30, 2020 16:24:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2020 16:24:55 GMT -7
Hy-Brasil was home. Fiona had spent most of her day wondering around. While the barrier going down was a bad thing, she believed that everything was balanced. Both bad things and good things happened. But she was doing her part, she had been watching the stars, and wondering around, the early quiet of the land, where there was was sounds of beasts made her sad inside. Fiona was not one to dwell on the sad, but to take everything as they were. She had been in the forest, searching for something extra for a pendent that she was making. It needed a little shine.
Because the girl was looking for something small, she had shifted into her small animal form and darted through the forest. Finally spotting the perfect thing. She knew that people from the Ministry would be coming, and she was told to help out with in any way she could. As she traveled through the forest, still small, with a shiny object in her mouth, she heard the footsteps that clomped unfamiliarity towards the town. Outsiders weren't uncommon, and many got lost in the woods. The girl thought about helping out, but something delayed her. She noticed the snouted nose, and black furred object running towards her. The race was on. It was all in good fun, but it thoroughly distracted her from the idea.
After some time of running around, she morphed back, securing the object in a pocket, she picked up the Niffler and scratched it. "I'd give it to you if I didn't need it my self." She justified.
The girl walked back into town, spotting a man, not too much older than she was, looking in the window of Cathbhadh's Supplies. He was definitely an outsider. She wondered if it was the same one she heard in the forest. Still carrying the Niffler, she gave it another scratch. It cooed at the tough, she knew the right spot. But it was time for the creature to return to the forest, so the girl crouched down and let the creature down, facing it in the direction she indented to send it. "Go on, back home to your family." She said in her native tongue.
She then turned and with a large smile, walked up to the man. "Are you lost?" She spoke in English this time. It was common that visitors needed help getting around, even in the town.
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HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
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Aug 30, 2020 18:41:41 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Aug 30, 2020 18:41:41 GMT -7
▲ Renard had just pulled his face from the window when he heard the girl next to him ask if he was lost. He jumped back a few feet, not sure how he hadn’t heard her walk up on him. There weren’t any other people milling about, though there was what looked like a niffler walking away from the girl. “Is that a wild niffler?” he asked, looking over the girl’s shoulder and then immediately starting to pat down his pockets to make sure all of his valuables were still on him. Every time he had to deal with one, something always inevitably went missing. They usually absconded with a galleon or two, never managing to pull his watch or family ring off in time. As far as he could tell, everything still seemed to be on his person, which was practically a miracle. “I’m not really sure,” Renard finally responded about whether he was lost or not. He was fairly sure this was the ‘town’ that he had been told to go to and where he could find people to talk to about animals, but so far there was only this girl. “I’m with the Ministry,” he pulled out his ID card and showed it to her. Normally he didn’t need to show that to witches and wizards in London, since they sort of assumed he was Ministry based on how he dressed. But this girl had probably only seen one of his kind a few times, if that. The ID card contained his name and position within the Ministry, and Renard hoped for once that his designation as a member of the Beast Division wouldn’t illicit a million and one questions. It normally did. Flipping it back into his jacket pocket, he gave the main street another once over, and then sighed, adding a long drag on his cigarette because he could already feel the stress of the job coming on. “I need to know what sorts of animals were seen leaving the island. That way we can assign the proper people to catch them and bring them back,” he explained. He still wasn’t sure what the actual plan was yet, and who was supposed to be hunting down the creatures, but if his only job was to take notes and take down numbers, it seemed easy enough. “Do you have a registry anywhere of who owns each animal? That way I can make my way around to the farms and other owners?”@fiona ● 414 ● Oozin by Beach Bunny MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Aug 30, 2020 19:16:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2020 19:16:03 GMT -7
Fiona preferred to venture around the island of Hy-Brasil with no shoes. Her feet, hardened through time, helped the girl become one with nature. She could move around making little sound, just like the animals did. It also helped when she was in her small weasel form, the small padded feet did wonders to get her from place to place, unnoticed. The man quickly moved back from her. “Is that a wild niffler?” Fiona looked back to see the small creature waddling away. It's pouch was quite full, she had felt it when she held the creature. Either that, or it was a little glutton. The girl looked back to see the man patting himself down. She gave a little giggle. "Yes, and don't worry, he didn't go anywhere near you." She didn't fully understand it (not from personal experience at least), but that seemed to be the normal reaction that people had when they spotted a niffler. She did know that nifflers nests were usually stocked with tourists "lost" belongings.
After he had patted himself down, he finally seemed to answer her initial question. He seemed unsure about things. Was this his first day? His first job? She didn't fully understand how wizarding jobs worked outside of Hy-Brasil. “I’m with the Ministry,” That much was obvious. But he seemed to insist on showing her some card that stated the same thing. "Well your obviously not a tourist" The girl smiled at him. She did find it quite funny that he had a card stating that he was from the Ministry, as if that was all he needed to make it official. She didn't think that people needed a card to prove that they were something. She didn't have one for being an Animagus, or student, or crater. "Beast Division, huh? The girl noted. "I didn't now that they had a group just for beasts. But I am aware that you don't have the same relationship with them as we do" She had been aware of that for most of her life. One tourist freaking out about her playing with young dragons when she was a child.
Then he went strait to business. He looked young, but his eyes and attitude were old. Fiona was a young, free spirit, and didn't like schedules and due dates. She did things on her own time. But she still wanted to help out. "Well, I know some Griffons are missing from one of the family farms, and there are defiantly some unicorns that escaped the pasture." She raised a finger to her lips as she thought. "There are a few nesting caves that seem empty, but I can remember what has nested there last. We could go and look if you'd like" She gave the man a large smile. It was always fun to see tourists reaction when they came face to face with a dragon, or something else they deemed dangerous.
The girl laughed at his next remark "I'm sure each family know's who's missing. But own Is such a strong word. We live with them." She gave a smile. Yes, they had farms, that worked with certain species, but saying that they were owned seemed harsh. To Fiona, these creatures weren't things to be bought and sold. They worked together. Some people may see it a little differently. "I do know that some of the wild creatures definitely left. You can tell by the sound." She paused and closed her eyes, listening to the silence. It was a different silence from that of before the barrier coming down. "The Centaurs may now of some for sure. We could go there too if you'd like" She was willing to play tour guide to this grumpy Ministry worker.
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HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
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Sept 6, 2020 13:26:31 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Sept 6, 2020 13:26:31 GMT -7
▲ Renard wasn’t concerned about the niffler the girl had been holding, as much as he was the fact that there were wild nifflers in general on the island. That hadn’t been in any reports he had read up on in the last day. Dragons, griffins, unicorns, and other large animals seemed to be the most talked about. But nowhere had there been mention of nifflers. The little creatures caused all sorts of havoc for him whenever he was assigned to remove one from a muggle bank or, Merlin forbid, someone set one loose inside Gringotts. Why anyone would do that in the first place was beyond him, but it was annoying to deal with. Having them wild all over this island made him uneasy, and suddenly wishing he hadn’t brought his wallet along with him. After folding up his badge, he nodded his head at the girl. “We’re a glorified pest removal. Someone has to get rid of ghouls and pixie nests and return them to where they belong.” Though in terms of ghouls, they were usually banished or sent far enough away from society that they wouldn’t pose any more problems. There was very little use for them in this day and age. And pixie removal? That was more like doing a yearly extermination of ants. Some households attracted them quite a bit. It was quite hard to reason with a pixie about why they shouldn’t keep building nests in magical houses, but he’d yet to convince one otherwise. He had no idea what a nesting cave looked like, though it seemed to be important enough to be brought up. As for his actual job on the island, the girl seemed knowledgeable enough about what seemed to be missing. He was about to agree to her offer to look at said caves, when she decided to correct him on what it meant to own the creatures. Renard didn’t really get it, because muggles lived and owned with their pets too, and still made them do all the things that the druids supposedly had their animals do. Hell, he had a cat, and he owned it according to every legal document provided by the vet when he adopted it. It made little show lately because of his new ‘roommate’ situation, but that was of little importance to him. The cat was still alive and that was all that mattered. “Well, it sounds like those nesting caves are a good start,” Renard responded, after letting out a sigh, knowing that dealing with centaurs later was going to be like talking to a wall. “And then maybe go to the centaurs after.” If they were anything like the ones back in England, it was going to be a lengthy conversation where only he left confused. @fiona ● 463 ● What Happened by SUGR? MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Sept 6, 2020 14:55:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2020 14:55:02 GMT -7
Nifflers were sneaky little darlings. And the tourists were always looking at something...bigger. Hy-Brasil contained a number of strange magical creatures. Fiona, like other Druids, were quite familiar with all the creatures that they shared the island with.
The girl cocked her head at the word "pest". She knew that the outside world had different relationships with creatures. But it was hard to imagine any creature being a "pest". The girl shrugged off his comment. In all honesty, all a druid had to do was ask. But why would they? The Druids lived in harmony with all creatures and nature.
“Well, it sounds like those nesting caves are a good start,” A Cheshire Cat grin dawned on Fiona's face. She was hoping that he'd say that. “And then maybe go to the centaurs after.” It didn't change as he continued to talk. She was close with many of the centaurs. Perhaps it was all those nights watching the sky with them. "If you insist." She turned to head back into the forest. Only stopping before her naked foot touched the forest ground again. Turning back she looked at the man. "Be careful where you step. This is off the beaten path, so to speak. We wouldn't want you killing anything." There were paths, kind of, on their island, that helped visitors get to where they were going. But Fiona didn't need those paths. She walked in the forest as if it was her own house. She knew how to get everywhere, and anywhere. She knew ever dip and hill.
The girl turned from the Ministry worker and walked into the forest.
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Sept 20, 2020 19:44:08 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Sept 20, 2020 19:44:08 GMT -7
▲ Things seemed to be going smoothly. At least that was how it seemed to him. Even though he had been in the ‘town’, Renard really hesitated to even think of it as that, for a few minutes now, the rest of the Ministry employees he had arrived with were nowhere to be seen. While a few of them had met druid guides upon arrival and been swooped off to wherever they were needed, everyone else seemed to be lollygagging behind. Quite a few of the higher-ups were supposed to be meeting with the council members here. Maybe that wasn’t located in the town? From the briefing he had received the day before, it certainly had sounded like it was. Then again, part of the previous day was blurry because he had managed to drink himself to sleep again. It came and left with flashes, a slight pang of a hangover headache every now and then, but he remembered being dragged away from the casino bar by Dusti Flint. And then she shoved some sort of hangover remedy down his mouth before leaving him in front of his flat’s building. Somehow he had managed to wake up on time and he was now ahead of everyone else. He scribbled a note on his pad to remind himself about learning how to make the hangover cure, because it was working wonders so far. At the start of their trek, she warned him about being careful where he was going, so as to not kill anything, and Renard grunted out an acknowledgement that he understood. The druid girl slipped off into the woods quickly, and he barely had enough time to keep her in constant view and make sure he wasn’t crushing any small creatures or plants underneath his feet. Even worse would be if he ran into another niffler, because there were plenty of important Ministry documents on him that he couldn’t spare to lose. He wasn’t sure if this was all a game she was playing, trying to purposely get him lost in the thick overgrowth, or if she really had no clue that she would have to slow down for him. Aside from watching where he was going, he could tell he was noisily pushing his way through the forest, crunching on hard undergrowth and mossy stones, pushing aside large, magical tree branches, and overall being a nuisance to the local flora and fauna. But what else was he supposed to do? They wanted him to make a damn list of what creatures were missing, and if this was going to accomplish that, he was going to do it. @fiona ● 439 ● Autumn Morning by softy MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Sept 21, 2020 14:42:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2020 14:42:11 GMT -7
Non-Druids had their own way of thinking. Fiona knew this. It seemed most of them didn't even want to understand. Many tourists enjoyed the all magical surroundings one moment, then trudged through the forest like some sort of monster the next. The man grunted a response when she told him to be careful. They just didn't have any respect for Hy-Brasil. Shoeless, the girl moved back into the forest, they did have quite some ground to cover. Though, she knew the best way there. She moved slow enough so that he wouldn't lose her, but that didn't mean that she was going to hold his hand. He was an adult after all, and she was still a student.
As the forest grew thicker, Fiona stopped more to let him catch up. As she did, she pulled a friend who seemed to have attached itself to her hair as she moved. The crunching and struggling of the man defiantly didn't add to the music of the forest. As he finally caught up she turned and smiled. Proudly showing him a small bowtruckle. "Seems like most of these guys are still here." She moved it closer to the man, and then back to her. "Sorry friend, but you'll have to go back to your family." She placed the small green creature on a tree and it hurried away. "Where just about to the path up Dragon's Tooth, that's where the caves are" She informed him, then she continued through the brush.
Not too far off, there was a bit more of a clearing, and what looked like a slightly clearer path than the one the girl had taken them on, and a base of the mountain of their island. There wasn't a clear path up it either, but there did seem to be an easier way up, and a....less easy way up "How are you at climbing" She turned to the man with a big smile on her face.
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Nov 27, 2020 21:46:33 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Nov 27, 2020 21:46:33 GMT -7
▲ He shouldn’t have put on his winter suit this morning, already starting to regret the warmth it provided as he trudged through the magical forest. It had been breezy in London, the kind of fall chill that went straight through a normal suit jacket and sent shivers throughout his body. While the docks and town of Hy-Brasil had been around the same, if not a little cooler because there weren’t many buildings to stop the wind, the forest was something else altogether. Renard wasn’t sure if it was because the trees retained heat more or if it had to do with their inherently magical essence. From what he had read on the mission briefs, everything here was of magical origin. The people, animals, and plants were all in some hallucinogenic hippy harmony, happily hidden here from the rest of the world, muggle and magic alike. Renard assumed this was what it was like to be high on mushrooms, which according to his briefings, was an actual thing the druidic people partook in. Go figure. When everything was dosed in magic, why not just throw in shrooms too? That certainly wasn’t for him, but whatever it was that these people needed to commune with nature more didn’t exactly bother him. He wasn’t here to judge them, just to find their damn animals they let loose. After some walking, he eventually seemed to catch up to the girl. She was holding out what looked to be a stick, pulled from her hair. Until it moved as she talked to it, he hadn’t realized it was a bowtruckle. “Don’t see many of those in London,” Renard commented, watching the little creature scurry off into the underbrush. The last bowtruckle he had seen was probably in the greenhouses at Hogwarts almost five years ago. He didn’t have a green thumb at all, though had found the creatures interesting enough to pay attention in Herbology classes. His watchful gaze on the bowtruckle was broken by the girl explaining that the caves were just up ahead, and Renard soon saw it as they approached the bottom of Hy-Brasil’s only mountain. It was almost comical when he realized that this was so out of his job description. He was supposed to be going into the homes and businesses of the magical community to rid them of pixie infestations and unwelcomed ghouls or boggarts. Hunting down escaped creatures, and large ones at that, fell under the purview of magizoologists. Apparently they were all too busy at the moment though, because he was being thrown into the fray now. “I’m not climbing up the bloody mountain, if that’s what you’re asking,” Renard stated as he pulled his suit jacket off and slung it over his shoulder. Gallivanting through the woods was doing a well enough job at making him miserable. “If there’s a path, I’ll take that. Or else you’ll have to back to town and fetch a broom for me.”@fiona ● 492 ● Colour In Your Heart by Roo Panes MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Nov 28, 2020 16:11:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2020 16:11:13 GMT -7
Moving through the forest, with no shoes on, was like a dance to Fiona. She did it with grace, poise and ease...unlike the galumphing buffoon that followed her. The forest let off a magical aura about them. Fiona felt comfortable and right at home, her clothes thicker to make up for the cooler weather, but she lived an active lifestyle, even if it wasn't intentional. She grew up in a magical surrounding. All druids felt connected to the land, and worked side by side with the creatures on the island. She loved the connection, and let her feelings and intuition lead her actions. She knew that many outsiders didn't understand their way of life. Even those who came to visit their island didn't understand. They partook in their festivals and saw the sights of, what they all seemed to think of was a "primitive" lifestyle. That being said, she didn't feel bad for any of them who gave their money to the Gemini twins little stall. They were the ones who wanted to see what Druidism was all about. It was their fault for not knowing better. And, since the barrier went down, she had learned of a worst kind of visitor. The Ministry workers didn't respect their customs, they had come in droves, like a hostel takeover. She had promised that she would be helpful, with what they asked for, but that didn't mean that she wasn't going to have any fun while doing it.
“Don’t see many of those in London,” he made a comment. From what she knew London was a loud muggle jungle of concreate and steel. "Why would they be there?" She gave a disgusted look as she said it. Bowtruckles only lived on trees with magical properties. Did this guy know anything? Why would there be wand wood trees in such a Muggle centric area? That would just be ridiculous. It as nice to know that the man did seem to have in idea what the tiny creature was, that was a plus. But you really couldn't expect more from a non-druid.
She released the bowtruckle and sent the small creature on her way, finally reaching the base of the mountain she knew just as well as the forest. Hy-Brasil, after all, had been her playground since she could crawl. Climbing was something that Fiona loved to do, she doubted that the Ministry worker felt the same. That's when he finally lost it. “I’m not climbing up the bloody mountain, if that’s what you’re asking,” She hid her smile with a shocked expression. "There is a path, but it's a bit of a hike more to get to it." They had brooms, and flying creatures that she could also offer to get, but she wasn't about to go out of her way for him. That was asking a bit too much. At least she wasn't her sister. Her sister wouldn't have been as nice as she had. She batted her blue eyes at the man, feigning innocents.
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Jan 9, 2021 14:03:57 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Jan 9, 2021 14:03:57 GMT -7
▲ Renard was confused at first by the way the druid girl reacted to his comment about the bowtruckle. Why would they be in London? Because they had plants? It wasn’t like magical creatures existed solely on this island, though he was starting to get the impression that maybe he wasn’t as welcome here as he initially thought. This was the only druid he had the pleasure of meeting though, so maybe it was only her that was like this. The island’s government, or whatever they called themselves, had asked for experts in the fields of magical creatures. While Renard was sure each and every druid on the island was one themselves, he knew a bit on how to deal with the nasty ones. All he had seen so far were low-rank creatures, which either meant the big ones had all escaped or were lying in wait for the druid girl to lead him in unexpectedly. “I’m sure you enjoy your little paradise here,” Renard commented as he watched the girl let the bowtruckle go, “And it might be hard to believe, but there are bowtruckles anywhere magical plants exist. Amazing, I know.” He knew that he was coming off as condescending, but he also didn’t care. The look she had given him in response earlier was enough to tick him off. He was already regretting having taken Dusti Flint’s anti-hangover potion the night before, because had he succumbed to that, he wouldn’t have to deal with this right now. Despite their differing opinions on where bowtruckles should or should not be, the girl still led him to the foot of the mountain, where her option of climbing was immediately nixed by him. “I’ll take the path then.” He really didn’t care at this point how she ended up at the final location, but having a few moments to himself would be better than nothing. And away from her watchful eyes, he could probably have a smoke too. There was no way he was climbing the damn mountain, especially not in his post-hangover state. @fiona ● 343 ● Relentless Torment by Lorna Shore MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jan 26, 2021 18:12:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2021 18:12:28 GMT -7
“I’m sure you enjoy your little paradise here,” No matter what he meant by it, Fiona beamed at the words. It was paradise, and she would never live anywhere else. She chuckled as he continued. "I just didn't think any of them would be happy in such a loud concrete monstrosity." The girl hated unnatural sounds, and she knew that London was a large muggle and magical epicenter. She couldn't imagine many magical creatures successfully living freely in the area. She knew they had a concept of "pets" but that just seemed absurd to her.
Getting to the foot of the mountain the man cracked. Honestly, it was a great accomplishment. Freya would be proud of her, even if no one else would be. He agreed for the path and she nodded, turning on her heals and starting the trek around to where the path started. "I say Path, as a loose term. It's fairly steep, but not as bad as just free climbing. It leads to some of the safer areas for visitors. Last thing we want is for some innocent bystander to fall into a Dragon nest." She laughed. Had her and her sister attempted that before? Absolutely.
After some time, moving around, They came to a path, that was marked by some simple Druid stones. She turned to face the man again, still smiling, their hike had felt like a simple stole to her "Here's the path." It was steeper, but packed down well enough that people were less likely to slip and fall down. It was wide enough for two if they stood close together, but there were obvious areas where the path thinned dramatically. "It generally leads away from the larger nesting caves, so there will still be some climbing. But a toddler could take the path and get to the caves." She shrugged with a smile, knowing that she was once that toddler.
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renard walt goyle
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Jan 28, 2021 23:01:56 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Jan 28, 2021 23:01:56 GMT -7
▲ “They probably aren’t,” Renard agreed. “But that’s not my problem. If magizoologists thought it was, they would deal with it. As far as I’m aware, they haven’t.” There was a reason the Ministry had so many departments: it was so things would never get done on time or in an efficient manner. His only job was to deal with the werewolf hotel and to remove certain kinds of pests from the magical community in London. There was someone else with his exact same job that dealt with the Hogsmeade region, and another in each community around the world. He didn’t have time to think about whether a bowtruckle was getting enough sunlight, or if it had five square meals of nutrient-rich soil per day. Splitting hairs over something like that was stupid, and while he understood the druid girl’s point, there was quite literally nothing he could do about it. The girl explained what the path actually entailed, but Renard didn’t care at that point. He was one-hundred percent on board with walking up a steep slope over climbing a cliff. Her laugh about guests of the island careening of the paths and into dragon nests was concerning, but nothing he felt like he needed to worry about yet. The dragon colony probably wasn’t even here, as reports indicated that a large swatch of the beasts were seen flying away soon after the barrier dropped. That was a job for the dragonologists anyways. He stayed as far away from dragons as possible. The actual path itself was a lot further away than he had thought, and the incline was already starting to kill his back. He was made for sitting at a desk all day, only occasionally going out for strolls to kill time when reports were due or if it was lunchtime. His department head also hadn’t told him that he would be going on a hike today, so he had showed up in his normal work suit. Once he got back home, this suit was definitely going to the dry cleaner and he was going to have to toss out his shoes. Mountain climbing was bound to wear a hole in them. “All I need to do is mark off if there are any dragons left, and initial findings for the dragonologists,” Renard explained. “So if you know they’re completely gone and want to save me some time, it would make my day.”@fiona ● 405 ● banner (Acoustic) by Lights MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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