Substitute prof. Roy Snughardt
September 17, 2010 5:13 PM
Don't get too excited! [Seventh years!] by Substitute prof. Roy Snughardt
Today’s lesson would be great, Roy had decided. The seventh years wouldOh, if only Susie hadn’t lost her youth so quickly. She was only nineteen now, but she was back at his home, working about a million jobs to pay to feed her two-year-old son, Shiloh. The poor child was forced to grow up so fast, and Roy saw his daughter’s youth flash before his eyes. At least Shiloh was healthy, especially considering he had been born two months early. Shiloh looked so much like his father, and that infuriated the protective grandfather. How could Susie’s stupid boyfriend have just left?
Deciding that now was not the best time to get red in the face with anger as he usually did when thinking of that particular subject, Roy prepared for the class. The subjects of inquiry could not be hidden like he had done for his first- and second-year lesson. The beasts were just too large; he’d need about four blankets to cover each one completely, and they were too big for cages! Instead, the Abraxan stood individually
Once Roy felt all of the seventh years who were coming had showed up, he began to speak. “Welcome, students,” he started. “My name is Roy Snughardt, and I’m your substitute professor. Today, we are learning about Abraxan.” Roy finished this sentence with a gesture towards the tied-off horses, some flapping their wings, others standing, others still resting.
“As you can see, Abraxan are winged horses,” the grey-haired man continued, one hand on his chin, fingering his pointed goatee. “They are characteristically wide, long, and tall, much larger than any sort of non-winged horse. You probably can’t see it from the distance, but they have black eyes. When a person is afraid of them for any reason, it’s usually because of the black eyes.”
“What you can see is the blue feathers coating their wings and white hair basically everywhere else,” he went on. “These creatures also will only drink single malt whisky-- alcoholic horses, who would’ve thought?”
“Due to their large size, Abraxan can be very difficult to handle and require a strong hand,” Roy elaborated. “However, we won’t let that deter us, will we?” Though the question was rhetorical, he answered it himself with a startling “No!”
“Well, these horses are big, so we therefore were granted less of them. Same amount of weight, less horses. Brilliant, isn’t it?” he asked sarcastically, again offering the rhetorical question. “So, we’re partnering! Hooray! These horses usually need two to three people to control them at first, anyway; they can be quite resistant! So get into groups of two, maybe a couple threes if there’s odd numbers, and find a pretty pony to play with!”
“Each group of two should have at least one boy, by the way, to handle the ‘strong hand’ part of the deal. I highly suggest boy-girl partnering to make sure there’s enough guys to go around. However!” he added quickly and loudly, not caring the least how he came across. “I know what some boy-girl partners do when no one’s looking, and I do not recommend it! Firstly, I’m always watching you. Secondly, my daughter was your age once, and I do not want your parents to go through what we went through. Got it?”
“The ‘strong hand’ should hold the chain tightly as the, well, other person unhooks it,” Roy continued. “Then the other person hops on the Abraxan --don’t literally hop, or it’ll get really mad-- as the strong one holds the chain, then the strong one gets on too, and you can fly! If there’s three in a group, the other person should just sit on the Abraxan from the beginning and stroke its mane to keep it calm. Ready?” he wrapped up.
“You have permission to lift off.”
OOC: Hey there, seventh years! Sorry that Snuggie had to go all awkward there! Still, follow his rules, please don’t fall off and die and/or get hurt. If you’ve got a strange desire to almost fall off, please clear it with the other author so that they can save you. No one should get hurt. Other than that, standard rules, and happy posting!
Subthreads: Holly Rating: Why can't I get excited? It's a horse! by Holly Greer
Cecily Rating: Why can't I work with Holly? by Cecily Smythe
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Substitute prof. Roy Snughardt
Don't get too excited! [Seventh years!]
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Substitute prof. Roy Snughardt
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Holly Greer
September 22, 2010 6:03 PM
Holly Rating: Why can't I get excited? It's a horse! by Holly Greer
Holly Greer entered the Care of Magical Creatures clearing with all the trepidation of that guy in that story opening that door that either hid a beautiful lady or a dangerous tiger. The class was always hit or miss and she had her anxiety potion ready if it was needed. Since entering the RATS level, the scale had shifted more toward the dangerous end of the creature spectrum and she'd heard there was a substitute teacher this year who wouldn't know that Holly was in his class or what special measures ought to be taken when that was the case.So she had the vial of potion in hand and she was prepared to flee if she saw a troll or something equally horrible or terrifying in the class field, but as she peeked at the object lesson for today she let out a little squeak of joy and surprise. "Abraxans!" she exclaimed with instant recognition and she put away the potion vial without even realizing she was doing it. Instead, her entire focus was on the blue feathered winged horses. "I love you," she whispered, aiming the sentiment toward the substitute professor without so much as a glance in his direction. She had eyes only for the horses he brought to her.
She barely heard the lecture. It wasn't a great loss, she was sure. She knew everything there was to know about abraxans already; she'd devoured every book the library's COMC section during in her second year for any trace mention of them. Holly was not normally a library kind of girl either. It was one of the very few qualities she shared with a stereotypical Pecari. But on the subject of magical horses, she'd done her homework. There were, without a doubt, the only reason she was still taking this class.
Someday, she planned to own a ranch where raising such beauties would be not only her passion but her profession. Muggle horses. Abraxans. Aethonans. Granians. Possibly even Thestrals, though she was undecided yet about the wisdom of raising animals she couldn't see and even less sure about it on the off chance that they may stop being invisible to her.
But definitely the other kinds. She was sure she could get Raoul to agree to it.
That time wasn't yet here, though, and while she hadn't yet heard back from the Flying Horse Ranch Professor Kijewski brought them to a few years ago, she was hopeful that her application to be brought on as an apprentice horse rancher would be approved. In the mean time, they were studying Abraxans again in CoMC.
Her initial crush on Substitute professor Roy Snughardt was temporarily tested by the implication that a girl couldn't handle a creature like these lovelies on her own, or that strength and force were the only way to keep them in line, but she forgave him as soon as she looked back on the faces of the horses. She also forgot all about getting a partner, a boy or otherwise.
She approached one of them - a mare about the same size as Ginger from her first (and unfortunately only) trip to the Flying Horse Ranch. "Hey, girl," she murmured with immediate love and devotion. "Aren't you beautiful." It was a statement, not a question, rhetorical or otherwise. There was no doubt in Holly's mind that everyone would see the majesty of this creature and she simply couldn't conceive otherwise.
She reached into her pocket for a sugar cube she would have had if she'd known she was going to see a horse today, but the only thing her fingers found were the potion vials. With a look of aggrieved apology, she stroked the Abraxan's nose, "Oh, I am so sorry, sweetie, I didn't bring you a proper gift. I didn't know I'd be seeing such an amazing girl as you today."
She heard someone approaching from behind her and snapped her fingers imperiously at them without turning around. (She normally left imperial command to her friends, but she wasn't a stranger to it when the situation was dire enough. And an Abraxan as gorgeous as this one should get her due as quickly as possible.) "Single malt whiskey. Get some. Her Highness requires tribute."
To Holly's knowledge, the only other Lady still taking Care of Magical Creatures was Cecily, and if the professor was seriously enforcing the girl-boy thing, none of them wouldn't be allowed to partner with Holly anyway. Any of the boys in the class (even Raoul) didn't have enough love and knowledge of horses to be trusted to lead this group better than Holly herself, so she saw nothing wrong with letting him know who was going to be boss today.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," she cooed to the mare, "we'll have a proper gift for you soon."
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Holly Rating: Why can't I get excited? It's a horse!
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Cecily Smythe
September 27, 2010 11:06 AM
Cecily Rating: Why can't I work with Holly? by Cecily Smythe
Sunstitue professors were always a bit hit-or-miss. Cecily'd had two different teachers in Care of Magical Creatures so far in her eductaion, and both of them had been perfectly acceptable. She was therefore disappointed that in her seventh year she would be subject to another unknown, someone who might ruin her record of the least annoying class at Sonora. For a start he was a man: that didn't bode well. Men could not make good Care of Magical Creatures professors; they couldn't even go near unicorn foals.Yet as Cecily got to the area where the class was being held, she had to cease her misgivings against Roy Snughardt. Unless he was cruelly deceiving them, they were actually studying Abraxan horses during this class. Cecily couldn't help but look at Holly to see the delight on her friend's face. Both girls had their own horses, and it was that similarity that Cecily felt had drawn them together in the first place. Cecily loved all animals (exepct the gross ones) but Holly was particularly fanactical about horses. The other difference that Cecily didn't point out in deference to her friend's feelings, was that Holly intended to work with horses. Cecily just intended to own them, ride them, and pay someone else to look after them. She was a Smythe; she did not do mucking out.
While the slightly mad but admittedly acceptable Roy went on a bit about Abraxan, Cecily was at first annoyed that she wouldn't be allowed to work with Holly. But then again, a second glance at her friend encouraged Cecily to think this might be a god thing. She's seen Holly at the flying horse ranch - the Pecari was just fanatical, and it could do weird things to her. Yes, Cecily was probably safest far away, enjoying the Axbraxan in her own time, and not to Holly's schedule. So she walked past the nearest boy - she didn't care who, she wouldn't talk to him much, saying, "You're working with me today." With a rare smile because this was going to be a good lesson, Cecily led her partner towards one of the beautiful creatures.
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Cecily Rating: Why can't I work with Holly?
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