CoMC Class 1

You would have thought the sound in the halls was delightful, a homey, always cheerful place, but no. In fact those non stop cheery voices were driving him insane. Of course, the first step Thaor would of taken to getting rid of the annoyance would have been disposing of them, but being a sitting duck in a pond full of geese would get you noticed, especially if you tried to bunk one off. So he left the giggling groups of girls and the first years pushing their way through the halls, but it didn't mean that he couldn't push his weight around. Thaor saw it more as an opportunity to regain his position at the top of the food chain, while the others were kicked back into place. All he needed to do was wait for a victim; someone full of themselves and idiotic to say the least. He could count the amount of minutes it would take for that person to walk into his grasp. One...two...three. And there he was, his walk screaming arrogance in front of his friends. Thaor pushed every size person known to man out of the way, biting his lip at the confrontation that was about to take place. Oh now he loved it. "Move you ugly piece of meat before I rip out your insides and serve it to the werewolves" And that was all he had to say. Normally there would be a few come backs, but Thaor soon snarled and little red ridding hood went running.

But today was different. Today Thaor felt the need to break away from the torturing and the humiliating. In fact today, he was feeling calm, maybe someone had slipped him a potion at breakfast. It was actually more likely that Thaor realized he couldn't be seen harassing students, now that he was a professor. It was really hard for him to not harass them. Almost everyday while Thaor went to Hogwarts, he was in detention for dueling in the halls; and even once for dueling on the grounds, and almost hitting Professor Sprout square in the chest with a bat-bogey hex.

Thaor finally made it from the castle to Hagrid's old hut. He had been here many times during his schooling, yet, he didn't remember the horrid smell that overcame him as he walked into the hut. Thaor pulled out his wand, and flicked it once in a circular motion, making the smell go away. With another flick, Thaor cast a room-expanding spell. One similar to those they cast on the tents at the Quidditch World Cup. The room instantly tripled in size, and he conjured more tables and chairs. The inside of the hut now resembled any other classroom inside the castle.
Thoroughly satisfied with his work, Thaor walked over to his desk, sat down, and awaited his pupils.

Brienne sniffed the air around Hogwarts, she enjoyed smells that wafted through the clear air on the way to Care of Magical Creatures class. She gripped her equipment, such as her wand and a parchment notepad with a quill through the binding. She was feeling much better than what she did during the last few classes she had, possibly because her cold was clearing. On her way, she secretly hoped she wouldn't run into anyone she knew at the moment.

When she finally got to the CoMC lesson area, she greeted the professor with a quick "Hello!" before sitting down in a front-row-center seat and placing her materials upon it. She opened her textbook to a random page and started reading.

After the morning classes - History of Magic and Charms, Scorpius was glad to have a chance to go outside and go to Care of Magical Creatures class. It wasn't exactly a very important or useful subject (Scorpius couldn't even remember why he had taken it for NEWTs in the first place) but at least it wouldn't be dull. Leaving the castle, Scorpius noted that the weather was fair, a good day to go outside to the lake. For now though, he was headed to the hut, the new CoMC classroom.

Entering the hut, he was surprised to see the size of it. Space-increasing charm he guessed, for the hut looked far bigger from the inside than it looked outside. "Good Afternoon sir," he said quite politely before taking a seat near the back.

Chase walked down the grounds with her head bent, her eyes on her feet as she made her way to Care of Magical Creatures. She had always loved the class, couldn't wait for it to start, but recently she had been feeling less then cheery, what with her new ability to repel everyone away as a friend except for Elijah Krum, who everyone else considered to be the arrogant Slytherin. He was her best.. and only friend at the moment, and she had no idea if he was even taking this class. Making it to the hut, she realized she was early, and stopped outside the door to the hut before opening it silently and glancing inside. A boy and a girl sat in the room, and she ducked her head down again and slid into the room.

"Afternoon Professor." She said softly towards the teacher and then made her way to a seat in the middle of the classroom. She put her bag down beside her chair, and pulled out her text book and her writing instruments. Arranging it on the desk, she kept her eyes on her own desk, ready for class to start, but not wanting to make waves. Glancing to the side, her eyes found the other boy in the class so far. She had seen him around, but didn't know his name. She looked up and saw a Ravenclaw girl who had been in every other one of her classes. She talked a lot, and knew just about everything, better to just let her answer the questions, and she would learn in the process.

Jack was actually rather excited for Care of Magical Creatures. Finally, a subject that included some adventure and things she might need for her future. Jack would not mind chasing dragons in the future, or taming hippogriffs. Therefore, she decided she would try not to pick a fight with her professor like she had done in basically every other lesson she had attended. She really could not help it... Yeah, she could have, but then she would not be Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan, then, would she?

She strode down the grounds, her strides long for her short frame, as usual, a confident smirk on her face. This was one of the few times she had walked towards a class without already being bored nor wary. She was not sure, but she had a feeling she would be enjoying this class this year.

She walked into the hut, whistling in appreciation for the enlargement charm having been placed on it, grateful to not be crammed in with less than desirable classmates. She felt her eyes scan the room. The professor, Brienne (was that girl taking every class?), a Slytherin boy, and Chase. Jack had begun to get used to the fact that she would have to deal with Chase's presence. Still, she felt that familiar jolt in her stomach.

She veered for a seat in the back, per usual. Even the possibility of an interesting lesson could not override old habits. She took a seat next to the Slytherin boy and begun to sing softly an old drinking song she had "picked up" from a certain poltergeist in Knockturn Alley. The song was too damn catchy for its own good...

Salem walked across the grounds towards Care of Magical Creatures, a small bubble of nervous excitement in her chest. She liked animals and so she was eagerly awaiting this class, even if she was still dreading the eventual confrontation of her lack of voice. She was hoping to avoid that, maybe with the mercy of an understanding professor.

She stepped into the small hut and hesitated as she realized an enlargement charm had been placed on the room. She smiled meekly and continued on, extracting the note from her backpack explaining her disorder of selective mutism. She slipped the note to the professor and smiled, taking up a chair in the front on the far right.

Elijah had skipped his first few lessons, deeming the charade too stressful to deal with. No amount of chocolate could coax him out of his room to go to classes but Elijah had taken to the grounds. The Thestrals were as pleased to see him as he was to see them and he’d ventured into the forest after a couple of young foals. He’d spent the morning with the babies, playing with them and entertaining them as much as possible to give their parents some time to themselves. Then afterwards he’d settled down with a cigarette and his sketchbook so he could sketch the foals.

But now Elijah was sitting in the shade of the trees, still sketching. A young Thestral was laid down beside him and ever so often he’d pat the creature. A huff of alarm came from the small animal and Elijah looked down at the creature. He followed its line of sight and found that the animal was staring at his bag. It was...vibrating. Elijah put his sketch book down and leaned over to open the bag. A flash of grey and white left the bag and Elijah saw Twist bound down the slope in an attempt to get away from Nachash as fast as possible. Elijah dived forward and grabbed the snake before she could get to the kitten.

He forced the snake through his skin and a layer of magic settled over it, keeping her confined. She hissed angrily at him and Elijah scowled. Nothing could rattle her but he’d have hell to pay for later when she got back at him. He picked up his bag and stuffed his sketchbook inside. He caressed the Thestral and smiled before getting to his feet and rushing down the slope after Twist. He caught up with the scared kitten and scooped it up into his arms. Twist mewed and Elijah stroked the tiny ball of fluff. The animal mewed again, this time taking a moment to lick his hand, before snuggling close to Elijah and taking full advantage of the warmth radiating off of him.

The Slytherin chuckled and pulled his robes around himself a little more, giving the kitten some added warmth. The feline seemed to forget that it had a fur coat and therefore wouldn’t need more warmth and every time Elijah mentioned it, the cat meowed and buried itself in his bed sheets or Fauve’s bed sheets or even Thierry’s. Apparently the boy had the same blood as the cat and was always cold so he had a lot more blankets on his bed than the warm-blooded Fauve and Elijah.

Elijah opened the door of the hut and stepped inside. He looked around and spotted Chase. He smiled and Twist mewed from somewhere in his robes. He felt the cat scramble into one of the pockets and he rolled his eyes before making his way over to Chase and sitting down behind her. He smiled again and put his bag under the table. “Afternoon, sweetheart.” He said jovially.

Chase jumped when Elijah sat next to her. "Oh hey Elijah." She said with a grin, her eyes stuck on Jack as she moved away from her again. She was avoiding her still... taking a deep breath Chase drug her eyes away from Jack and let a smile fall onto her face as she looked back at Elijah. "I didn't know you were taking this class!" She said lightly before looking back down at her textbook. She couldn't say it didn't shock her a bit, every time Jack walked into the class, and veered so that she didn't have to sit next to Chase.

She shook her head lightly before looking up at the teacher again. Before her head snapped to the side and looked at Elijah's cloak. "Erm.. Elijah.. did you just.. meow?" She asked, her eyes wide as she stared at him, as though about to burst out laughing. Suddenly she heard it again, and her eyes snapped down to his cloak. "Are you hiding a cat?" She asked reaching out and touching his pocket, feeling something squirm. "A kitten?!" She asked a huge smile on her face. "Where did you get a kitten?" She asked looking up at him with a small laugh. "I didn't know you liked cats." She said with a giggle.

Care of Magical Creatures. Animals and spells. Most often dangerous animals... This was Hidama's favorite class as she loved animals and wanted to be able to gather any information of every race there was. She was excited to find out if they would be doing any dangerous tasks now, seeing that this was the 7th year. Perhaps a huge creature would be displayed? The weather was nice this day, so while walking towards the hut she had taken a longer route. Fortunately she had went ahead a good 30 minutes before the class would start so she was able to arrive on time. As she entered the hut, she noted that a few other students were already in there along with the teacher. Nodding towards him, she then found herself a nice seat.

Leaning onto the table, she looked up at the ceiling and around her while trying not to get too bored. She hated having to wait for the class to start. She wanted very much to ask what they would be doing today, but decided to wait a little.

Nachash was fuming. Elijah could feel the anger rolling off of her in waves. She just wanted to eat Twist? Was that too much to ask? From Elijah’s point of view, yes. Fauve and Thierry wouldn’t be pleased if Nachash ate twist and nether would he. He’d gotten quite attached to the scamp even if he had this strange fixation with Elijah’s tail.

That was the only thing that really bugged him. He couldn’t sleep in a tree somewhere because the bloody cat would find away to bat at his tail. Bloody animal. Then it antagonised Nachash so it didn’t really surprise Elijah anymore when she went after him like she hadn’t eaten for weeks.

“Oh yeah,” Elijah said with a smile. “It’s better than being stuck inside with Wilson 24/7, y’know? I would have taken Herbology but I saw the schedule and realised that Jen was trying to murder her students.” Elijah chuckled.

He heard a mew come from inside his robes and he swore to himself. He hoped that that Chase wouldn’t notice but guess what – she did. Elijah felt his cheeks redden slightly and he looked at her, nibbling on his bottom lip. Twist mewed again and Elijah’s eyes closed in embarrassment. He opened them when he felt Twist jump.

He clamped a hand over Chase’s mouth and frowned playfully at her. “Could you say it any louder, Fen?” He asked, smiling broadly at her. He took his hand away from her mouth and continued to grin. “Oh yeah...I like ‘em a lot.”

It was a ridiculous thing to ask but she didn’t know. His magic was obsessed with cats which is why Transfiguration was a disaster but it was that connection with felines that made Animagi transformations so easy. It was so in tune with the animal that he needn’t even think about it now. He could manipulate everything so on demand he could sprout fur or grow ears and a tail like at the party during the summer.

Elijah put his hand into the pocket of his robes and lifted Twist out, making sure to cup his other hand around the small kitten to keep him from running away. “This is Twist...” Elijah introduced. “Err...Twist...Chase. This guy is a nightmare I swear. He’s the bane of my existence. He makes things interesting though.” Twist mewed and looked at Eli before looking at Chase. “Want to hold him?”