Aw, fuzzy goodness =] by Grail Markner

First class of the new year, and already Ariel was there in Gray's head. The tiny blonde girl had the feeling that if Ariel was real, she would be jumping up and down beside Grail as she took a seat in the class. Of course, unlucky for Grail, no one else knew there even was an Ariel. And they shouldn't. The Ariel that Gray was talking to wasn't even real. So therefore, Grail was feeling insane. Yet again.

"Care of Magical Creatures? This sounds fun! Oo! Look at those cuties!"

Gray had already seen what Ariel was referring to. The little pen of fluffy cute little guys. Grail smiled as she took a seat. "They are adorable, aren't they?" she laughed to herself, or more to Ariel, forgetting about ignoring the insanity for a second as she watched the teacher explain that they were puffskeins. Cute little guys that didn't care what you did to them, they still liked it. Gray was beginning to like her head of house even more. Just playing for the first lesson. How cool.

And if they wanted they could keep them. Gray grinned. They were so soft and small, and they would make a great present for Merlin. Gray's little newborn brother needed a pet that didn't care what you did to it. Something he could learn to love. But, some creatures in the magical world, as Gray had learned, didn't like Muggles. So Gray sighed, wondering if Puffskeins liked Muggles.

"Merlin would love this, Grailie! This is a great class. I wish I had this class!"

For once, Grail didn't care about Ariel bugging her, or wanting to talk to Martin instead. She just wanted to get her brother a pet. So Gray walked up to the pen and picked out her baby puffskein. Smiling, she squeezed it gently and it purred, just as professor K had said. As she returned to the desk, Gray squeezed the little guy again. And again it purred. This was amusing. Gray laughed, "Merlin will love you!" she stated aloud. \n\n

Cuteness galore! by Hannah Laurent

Hannah had no idea what to expect for her first lesson, and therefore her bag was loaded down with a ton of supplies. Everything from books to quills. It was nearly enough to take the tiny first year down. Grunting slightly, she dropped it on the ground and sat down, waiting for class to begin.

Once the professor began class, Hannah realized she hadn't needed anything that she had brought. Not only that, but Professor K, as she had introduced herself, seemed to make the class fun. Afterall, what could be more fun than a bunch of cute furballs.

Smiling with the idea of being able to keep one, she headed over to the pen. Indecisively, she looked at each one. She wanted the perfect one, the one just right for her. Then, she saw it. Off to the side, a bit away from the rest, was a very small puffskein.

Gently, even though she had been told they could handle them any which way, Hannah picked up this one. Almost immediately, it started to purr. It was instant love for Hannah.

Going back to her bag, she curled up on the grass with her new pet. She placed the puffskein next to her and dug around in her bag to pull out the book on magical creatures. She hoped to find out more information about it.

Opening her book, she started skimming the pages while stroking her puffskein. She stopped only when a shadow fell across the page. Looking up, she saw someone standing over her.\n\n

Not sure what to expect by Gwyneth

Gwyneth arrived at class with the bulk of the first years. She had made sure she wasn't late. Her mother and father, both being teachers, had drilled that into her head, she thought ruefully. She looked around for Meri and some of the other first years from Teppenpaw and walked over toward the group of faces she thought she recognized from the Feast.

She settle down when Professor Kijewski began to talk. When Professor K, as she said students could call her, said they could remove their robes, Gwyneth took advantage of the offer. I guess I will get used to them eventually, but nothing beats wearing your most comfy jeans and favorite tee shirt, she thought as she neatly folded her robe and placed it on her bag. True to form, she was wearing jeans with a hole in one knee and her favorite black tee shirt with a picture of a wolf pup on it. Her shoulder length auburn hair she had neatly pulled back in a ponytail since she wasn't sure what to expect in this class.

The little fuzzball that the professor pulled out was adorable! And it purred, just like her Cat back home! She had been afraid that they would be dealing with newts and toads and such but these were adorable. They remind me of Tribbles, she thought as she flashed back to an old episode of her favorite TV show. And from what the professor said, they might multiply just as fast!

Gwyneth stood with the group as each student reached in and took hold of a puffskein. When it was her turn, she found a multi-colored one in her hand. Her puffskein, which she was already calling Tribbles in her mind, was a calico pattern of orange, tan and brown with a sprinkling of purple! When she bumped into another student trying to move away from the crowd, she almost dropped it and squeezed it a bit tighter than she meant to. Fearful that she had hurt it, she brought it up to her face only to hear that delightful purr.

She moved off from the group gathered around the pen and sat down, petting the puffskein. As Gwyneth alternately pet and gently tossed the creature up in the air and caught it, she realized that she had no idea if it was right-side up or upside-down. Come to think of it, she didn't know if it was male or female. Prof. K had said they were scavengers, so she guessed that meant they could eat a variety of foods. Gwyneth wanted to raise her hand and ask questions about these puffskeins, but held back for a few minutes. She didn't want to appear stupid before the other students, some of whom seemed a bit more knowledgeable about them than she certainly was. Secondly, if the Professor was going to start a lecture about them, she didn't want to interfere. She sat there, torn between wanting to ask the questions and hoping that Professor K or some of the other students would start talking about puffskeins so she wouldn't feel so clueless.

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MINE! by Elly Eriksson

Elly hauled herself out of bed on the first morning of lessons too late for breakfast. She just about had time to get dressed and brush her teeth before going down to her first class. Not bothered enough to brush her hair, Elly tied a navy blue scarf around it to keep her mad curls in check.

Luckily, she was on time for the first lesson of the day, which was Care of Magical Creatures. A lot of the students said Prof K was a pushover, but Elly didn’t think she’d ignore a student being late to class. Despite her general lack of interest and enthusiasm in this class, Elly enjoyed it nevertheless, not least because it was an opportunity to enjoy the fresh air of the outdoors, but mostly because it seemed perfectly acceptable to sit and have a chat, as long as you still participated in the lesson.

Pleased that it was another beautiful day, Elly took up her usual spot at the back of the class (well, not near the front, anyway, since the lack of classroom made discerning the back of the class a tricky proposal), and took no hesitation in shrugging off her robes at Prof K’s invitation. She was wearing her usual denim cut-offs teamed with an insanely bright orange t-shirt, which clashed horribly with her hair and made her practically a beacon amongst the other students.

Once she had made herself comfortable, Elly turned her attention back to the professor, who held up what Elly immediately mistook for a ball of fluff. In actual fact it was a Puffskein, though it really did seem to be just a ball of fluff. Elly craned her neck for a better look at the cute furry little oddment, which purred in delight while their teacher manhandled the poor creature.

“If everyone enjoys their puffskein, I’ll consider having you all take care of them and name them.” said Professor Kijewski.

Elly’s eyes grew so wide she thought they might pop out of her head. She’d never had a pet before - her parents had never even let her own a goldfish - and since meeting Meredith, Elly was always a bit jealous of Pence. Yet here this professor was offering them the chance to help raise one of these babies of cuteness. I want! I want! I want!

Scrambling with very little grace to her feet, Elly showed the most enthusiasm she had ever demonstrated in a COMC class before, and hurried to the crate full of puffskeins, bumping into a couple of slower students on her way. Elly dug one of her skinny arms into the crate, which felt incredibly weird, like plunging your hand into a barrel of slightly warm, gently vibrating fluff. Her hand closed around a spherical body, and Elly withdrew her arm, bringing the little creature close to her chest.

Due to the class now crowding around, Elly hurried back to where she’d left her bag and robes and sat back down cross-legged on the grass. She poured her puffskein into her lap. It was pale yellow, and looked like a hairy tennis ball except for a small tuft of fur that stuck up in the wrong direction. Elly poked her puffskein gently, and it rolled a bit, then purred. Elly grinned like a lunatic. “I’ve got a puffskein,” she said, proudly.
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Aah, bless their little cotton socks!! by Nathalie Grant

Nathalie arrived a few minutes late for class, having got herself lost already. When she finally found the rest of the class, they were standing in front of a teacher and a large crate. Some appeared to be pulling off their robes, and Nathalie lowered her bag carefully to the ground and removed her own, revealing a grungy green woolen jumper and a pair of brown cords. She wished that she'd thought to wear something better this morning, but she hadn't thought that she'd be removing her robes that day.

Pushing the sleeves of her too-big jumper up to her elbows, she turned her attention back to the teacher, who said something about Puffskeins and then about being able to keep one if they wanted. Nathalie was unable to suppress a smile, thinking of Orlando's face if she announced that, of all things, she now had a Puffskein as a pet!

The teacher stopped talking and people went forwards to go and collect their Puffskeins. Nathalie hung back slightly, waiting for someone else to collect theirs. Once a girl with bright ginger hair and hauled one out of the crate Nathalie stepped forwards and grabbed one herself. Her Puffskein was pale ginger and enormously fluffy. It purred happily as she squished it slightly. She noticed another girl sit down, and wondered if she too was a first year. She looked like one. Nathalie decided to take a risk, and, collecting her things, walked up behind her.

"Hi. Mind if I join you?"\n\n

Umm...possesion issues? by Josaih Ashwood

Josaih was still rubbing the last sleep of the night from his eyes as he walked down to his Care of Magical Creatures class. He held in one hand a piece of toast with jelly on it, and in the other an apple. As Professor K talked, he consumed the toast. The apple, he decided, would be saved for a snack later. He grinned widely at her invitation to take off their robes. He did so as quickly as possible, showing off his white t-shirt and jeans underneath.

He craned his neck to see what the professor held up. It was a little moving ball of fuzz! He wouldn't admit it aloud, but he found them neat and possibly cuddly. He walked up to the box to grab one when a blur of orange dashed ahead of him. He grinned seeing that the orange had a female attatched to it. He pulled out a puffskein from the box. Ironically, it was close to a yellow color. That was what he had turned on the opening feast.

Holding his puffskein close to avoid it being thrown from his hands and trampled, he aproached the girl. I've got a puffskein He laughed, obviously this girl had possesion issues! "Hey there," josaih said with a lopsided grin, "Neat, huh? These...whatdya call 'em.."He pretended to thin, "Ah, puffskeins. They're pretty cool huh? If we do keep them, I have to keep mine away from Mortemer, my raven. Oh, pardon me! I forgot my manners. I am Josiah Ashwood. How do you do Miss-?" he broke off leaving her to fill in the gap as he bowed his head and extended his puffskein-free hand. \n\n

Ugh! Cute! Tag: Hyana by Caedence Redoak

OOC: There, I tagged ya! Nyah!

IC: Caedence had been woke up by the sounds of her fellow housemates dressing. She looked up at her alarm clock and realised with a start how little time she had before class. She pulled off her nightgown, dayclothes on beneath as always, and did up her braid. "Catch you later Elly," she called as she rushed out of her dorm.

It was COMC today, she realised with a sigh. That Professer K would be teaching as usual. She took a seat near the front and watched the teacher. She held up something that was so disgustingly cute it wasn't even funny. She rolled her eyes wishing she could play with Rover this year instead. No, they had these stupid fluffballs. But, she realised, if she could keep it for a pet maybe her father would get used to it and allow her to get an owl.

So it was with mixed disgust and excitement that she reached into the box to pull out her own ball of fluff. She realised soon that it was a sort of dull cream, almost brown. Well, she could reaserch color changing spells to make it a more suitable color like black.

She then decided to see if what Professor K said was true. She found a stick on the ground and gently hit the fluffball with it. It gave no reaction except for blinking up at her cutely. Yuck! She then tossed it up in the air and "juggled" it by hitting it with the stick and, when it fell down again, hit it back into the air.

Someone nearby gasped seeing what Caedence was doing. She snatched the fluffball out of the air and turned to the newcomber. "What? She said that they wouldn't mind rough treatment. Just practicing my beating!" She said as the puffskein purred in her hand completely unfazed.\n\n

I'd say furry by Nikki Ramirez

Nikki walked out to the Care of Magical Creatures "classroom." One couldn't really call it a classroom, as the class took place outdoors. The class, which was taught by her Head of House, Professor K, was once again her first class of the year. Nikki reminisced on the first time she had had this class. It had been where she had met one of her best friends, Leo Idoya; Nikki's other best friend was her roommate, Gray Markner.

Nikki spotted Gray sitting on the ground, but before she could greet the other girl, the professor had started speaking. Taking a custard-colored fur ball out of a box, Professor K explained that it was a puffskein. Although the creatures were found world-wide, and made excellent pets, Nikki had never seen one before. Well, that wasn't exactly true. She had seen them, occasionally, but she had never gotten to play with one. Professor K told the students that they could play with the puffskeins and might even get to keep them.

Nikki walked over to the pin, along with most of the other students and picked up a puffskein. "Your awfully cute," she said to the puffskein, giving it a squeeze. The creature issued a contented humming sound. Nikki walked over to where Gray was sitting with her own puffskein. She shrugged off her robe and sat next to Gray, just as Gray was telling her puffskein 'Merlin will love you.'

"Who's Merlin?" Nikki asked, giving the puffskein in her lap another squeeze.\n\n

Do these things bounce? by Irene Liddowe

Irene listened intently as Prof. K walked around with the enlarged cotton ball in her hand. Irene was itching to go to the crate and snatch one for herself. Htey looked so adorably squishy!

When the word had been given Irene dashed up to the crate and pullled out a Puffskein the color of the vanilla pudding she had eaten at the feast.

'They're so funny!' She thought to herself, giving the Puffskein a tickle. She almost squealed out loud when Professor K had told them they could keep them. She was filled with excitedment at the thought of a playmate for Gatita, her kitten.

Irene pulled up a spot of grass still grinning at her poof ball. A voice spoke up behind her and she turned around.

"Hi. Mind if I join you?" It was Nathalie from the girls dorm. Irene felt a bit more comfortable here now that she had someone to talk to. She smiled and patted the grassy lawn beside her.

"Go ahead! These things are adorable, huh?"

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Re: Not sure what to expect by Rachel, Matt, and Cole Tripp

Rachel had met her brothers down in the Entrance Hall and the three of them had walked down to their Care of Magical Creatures class together. They arrived just before the professor started talking and stood listening to her speaking about puffskeins. 'If everyone enjoys their puffskein, I'll consider having you all take care of them and name them.' Professor K said.

"Rachel," Matt said, "Go get us a puffskein so we can throw it around."

"I don't want to throw them around." Cole said, and followed his sister to the pin. Matt walked after them.

"Why not?" Matt asked his brother. "The professor said they like it." He picked one out of the box, flung it into the air, and caught it again. The creature purred. "See?"

"Fine," Cole conceded

"How could you not like them Cole?" Rachel asked, picking another out of the box. Without waiting for an answer, shh continued. "They're adorable. Hey Cole, do you know what they eat? We'll have to know if we're taking care of them."

"Anything," Cole answered, "Although they're particularly fond of boogers."

"Eww!" Rachel squealed, and dropped the puffskein. Matt caught it in his open hand. He found himself again imagining his sister's reaction to Gunter der Zombie. Of course, since she was in Teppenpaw, she would probably never see his painting.

As Matt gave Rachel her puffskein back, she spotted a girl from her house although she couldn't recall her name. Walking over, she sat down next to her. "Hi," she greeted "I'm Rachel Tripp, and this is Matt and Cole, mind if we join you?"

"You have fun," Matt said, "If you'll excuse me, I think I'll try to find Riley and Oliver." He gave a small bow and left his siblings and the other girl in search of his friends.\n\n

Either way, Merlin will love them by Gray

Gray was just about to think of a name for her little puffskein (probably was going to be one of the millions of names Ariel was shouting, just to shut her up), Nikki came over. Gray smiled at her friend when the blonde Mexican asked her who Merlin was. Gray thanked whoever was up there that she wasn't talking to Martin or Ariel at the time, and instead talking about her newborn half brother. That was actually explainable.

Turning to Nikki, she smiled. "Merlin is the name of my newborm half-brother." She gave a short laugh. "You'll come to realize my mother either has a sick sense of humor, or is completely obsessed with King Arthur. It's the latter. My older brother is Aurther, the twins' full names are Chalice and Labyrinth, my younger is Alais, and then Merlin. Then you have me, Grail." Gray shook her head at the thought. "My mother is completely insane." "But she thinks you're insane!",/i> Ariel laughed. Grail's smile fell a bit. I probably am, she thought.

"Anyway, this seems like a really fun class, just playing with these little guys the whole time," Gray tried smiling again, and squeezed her puffskein, allowing it to purr, soothing her. "Your's is cute," she pointed at Nikki's. "If we can take these guys home, I'm giving this one to my brother, though. Since he's a baby, he's a tad rough with toys and a normal pet wouldn't be good with him. And if he squeezes of throws this guy, he won't care. So I think it's good." Gray threw hers in the air and allowed it to bounce on the table before she caught it again. Once again, it let out that soothing purr. This was disrupted by Ariel chiming in.

"Grailie, you need to NAME him!". Gray sneered as the insanity repeated the sentence over and over. "I know I have to name it and I will, god," she muttered allowed, then looked over at Nikki, realizing she was still there. "I mean... we have to name them. What's yours's name?" Close one.\n\n

I did by Paul

Paul looked down at Santuary and frowned. He had a feeling this lie wouldn't work. "A cat... that meddled in magic," he muttered. No one would deny that, Lussni was multicolored, one eyed, three legged, and had two and a half ears. But no one would think that the cat was forced into that kind of meddlement, not by Cissy. Just like no one would think that such a "sweet" small girl would do something like... that... to Paul or a cat.

"Professor K, I don't plan on plan on skipping class while I'm bleeding. Nor would I have made myself bleed to skip class," Paul said simply. "I would like to get rid of these stupid cuts, they hurt rather badly." Like hell, Paul reasoned in his head. "Useful word, since they did come from Satan's spawn, he glanced to his sister who was pretending to play nice with her puffskein.

Yeah right. Once she was out of peoples' views, that puffskein was in for a world of pain. Once Paul got back from the Medic's, he'd have to save it. Paul wasn't one for letting creatures be tortured under Cissy. He knew what it felt like.

"Thank you Professor, but I think my cat will be better now. It... had a bad dream and I woke it up," It was a blaring lie. So obvious, Paul didn't want the Professor to blame Lussni though. "I just won't wake him up anymore..." And before questions could be asked, Paul said his final thank you and ran out of the classroom to go to the Medic's with his own puffskein in hand.\n\n

O...kay? by Cisco Vargas

Of all the classes his cousins had told him about, the two that Cisco had been most excited about were Potions and Care of Magical Creatures--not only because he had a natural talent at the former and loved the latter, but also because neither required that he display his complete ineptness when it came to magic.

As a pureblood, he'd been tutored in basic magic since he was a small child, though he never "officially" learned any of the spells. Because he was so intelligent and so quick to pick up the theory, the aunt who ran their lessons had him with Gil, Leo, and a few cousins a year or so older than them. At first, she just said that Cisco's difficulty with the spells was due to his age; but when, at the age of nine, he had yet to perform accidental magic, they began to doubt. Finally, a few weeks before his tenth birthday, he'd turned his cousin's hair a violent shade of purple in a fit of irritation. His mother cried (happily, he was pretty sure) when he was accepted to Sonora.

But in this class, he didn't have to worry about that. He hadn't even brought his wand, which was sitting in a usual state of neglect somewhere on his night stand. A small smile touched his usually stoic features as the eleven-year-old made his way up to the pen with his classmates and looked down at the puffskeins. After a moment of hesitation, he reached downward and picked up a smallish, pale amber one.

As he edged his way away from the pen, he held the puffskein carefully in his cupped hands and lifted him towards his face. Two green eyes--as pale as the fur--blinked at him, and after a moment, the little creature began to purr. His smile widened. "Como te llamas, chico?" he inquired quietly. After a moment, he nodded. "Chac. Sí... pienso que sí. Te llamas Chac."

He wasn't as cool as Cisco's horses, or the family hounds... but Chac was an animal that needed taken care of, and that was all Cisco really needed.

All of a sudden, he was distracted by a boy's voice telling him to "keep it up." Cisco whipped his head around in that direction just in time to see a smaller puffskein come zooming towards him. He jumped forward and fumbled to catch the other puffskein without dropping Chac.

"Hey!" he called, looking over at the boys, his expression a mix of concern and annoyance. His Spanish accent was thick, but understandable. "They may be hardy, but puffskeins are living animals! There are laws against animal abuse, imbécil."


OOC - translations: como te llamas, chico? - what's your name, kid?; sí... pienso que sí. Te llamas Chac - yes... I think so. You're Chac; imbécil - imbecile.\n\n

^_^ by Josiah

Josaih grinned, "She can be 'lovely'? Ahh I doubt it," He joked. "You know, I never answered your question. You can call me whatever you'd like, Elly. You don't have a perfered nickname do you?" He looked down at Teppers. He was looking around and blinking slightly, as if looking for his lost friend. He picked him up and hugged him lightly. Teppers purred and snuggled into his hand.

"You know, smiling does compliment you better, dear Elly. You are so pretty when you smile," He said. Indeed, to him, the girl practically glowed when she smiled. She was rather pretty, despite the frizzy mess of hair. He ran a hand through his own orange locks to make sure they were neat and orderly. What he didn't know is that he just gave himself a mini-mohawk.\n\n

Strange to see my charrie...nice.... by Caedence

Caedence smirked to herself. It wasn't her new, nice smirk. It was the old smirk she once buried. The smile of the hunt. The wolfish smile. The one she wore when faced with a challenge or an opponent. This girl was her rival on the field!

"Then this is good practice, wouldn't you say?" she said and tossed the puffskein back to her, "The Puffball can't really be...well angry with its treatment. I guess we'd have to go sort of easy on it. I think a volley ball might be a better tool. Yeah...or a rock." She was almost too distracted by her plans to notice The Puffball coming back at her. She caught it and threw it extra-fast, hoping to throw her companion off guard. "Focus!" she warned in case Hyana wasn't paying the proper attention.

"You will meet me on the pitch. Tomorow. I'll talk to Coach Fox, get what we need. Meet me after lunch. I know both first and second years have a free period. You might want to invest in catcher's gloves, but they arent necissary," Caedence said, more of an order than a request. She flashed her own beaters cloves, slightly more grip on them to help hold the smooth wood of the bats, to show her before catching the Puffball again. "Like these, but these are beater gloves. I am going to teach you chaser basics. Then I'll begin training you to dodge bludgers," again, more of a demand.

She contemplated the girl. Good weight, aeorodynamic. Yes, good build for a chaser. Caedence had slightly more muscle, but she wasn't too bad. Well, if those pesky bludgers would just go away! She didn't know why, but she felt like honing this girl, training her. She glanced over at Elly, now chatting freely with that stupid first year boy. She would teach Elly someday. But this girl was a ready and waiting pupil. Yes, she had an aprentace on hand. \n\n

She's...nice! by Hyana

"Hai, it is good practice." Hyana said, tossing Puffball back. She looked over to see what Josiah was doing, what Ebony was doing, what Mika was doing, when she heard Caedence shout, "Focus!" She saw Puffball flying fast to her right. She leaned to the right, caught it and threw it as hard as she could at Caedence, all of these things happening quickly. She hoped Caedence would be impressed by that feat, because she was extremely impressed with herself.

Caedence told her to meet her on the pitch the next day. Hyana was pretty surprised. First Josiah wanted to teach her how to fly, and now Caedence wanted to teacher her how to dodge bludgers! Hyana couldn't believe it...but Caedence was being nice! "Hai! I'll meet you at the pitch tomorrow. I'm ready and willing to learn!" She caught Puffball, which had been thrown right at her chest, and tossed it back with force. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and, with confidence she never really had before, stood, waiting for Caedence to give her a difficult throw to catch. And there was a smirk on her face, something quite unlike Hyana.\n\n

Operation Puffskein Rescue by Gwyneth

As Gwyneth continued to babble on, asking questions of her classmates about the care and feeding of puffskeins and their relative experience with one, her eyes started to wander around the field observing how the other students were reacting to and interacting with the puffskeins. What caught her eye was the way some of the students seemed to be mistreating their puffskeins! Her questions to Rachel and Cole dropped off into a shocked silence.

Sure, the professor had said these were pretty hardy creatures, able to withstand a bit of rough handling which made them the perfect pet for younger, more irresponsible, children. But she surely didn't mean for them to be treated like an inanimate rubber ball and be bounced, kicked, thrown or batted around just for the amusement of the students! Who in their right mind would treat these adorable animals this way?!? Tears started to well up in her eyes in sympathy for the puffskeins.

Then she remembered the time a younger neighbor back home had caught her Cat and had been pulling his ears and trying to swing him around by his tail! Barely aware of what she was doing, she stood up, mumbled apologies to Rachel and Cole for her abrupt departure and stalked off across the field to rescue the puffskein she thought was in trouble.\n\n

*Is not sad* by Danae

Danae had to scurry slightly to catch up with Josh, before falling into step with him.

Think your going to keep yours?

She shrugged slightly with her reply, "I'm not sure. I guess it'll depend on how the puffskein feels about me. Well, that and my one roommate makes me a bit nervous about having a pet. She has a bit of a temper."

She really didn't like Caedence after having to work with her in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Actually, she really didn't care for any of her roommates, though, Meredith didn't bother her as much, but she never seemed to say much. Elly, on the other hand, Danae gave a slight eyeroll, thought she was something special. In her opinion, her toast in the morning offered more.

Shaking off the thoughts of her horrible roommates, Danae smiled sweetly at Josh, "What about you? Benny is awfully adorable."

She reached over to scratch the little puffskein in affection. After doing so, she strode slightly ahead, now eager to get her own, she wanted to have a friend in the dorms. When she reached the pen, she picked out a cute little slightly copper colored one. Immediately, it began to purr. She placed the puffskein up to her cheek to feel the vibrations pouring off. How could she not keep it?

Hugging it to her, she turned to Josh and said in her light French accent, "I think I'm going to name mine Amya for loved one."

She tugged the little puffskein into the safely of the crook of her arm, as she started back up the hill. A bit of her dark hair fell into her face and she pushed it back with her free hand.

"So, are there any secrets for how to tell you and Matt apart?" She asked with a slightly flirtacious tone, her blue eyes sparkling.\n\n

Then there's no need to sigh by Josh

Josh frowned slightly at the mention of her roommates. He had met Elly and Meredith the year previous right here during Care of Magical Creatures. As far as he was concerned, neither of them seemed to have any tendencies for torturing animals. Caedence, whom he had learned from his brother, had an anger issue. So, she may have been the roommate Danae was refering to.

"I forget people have more than one roommate." Josh said after a moment. "I've only got Leo and Matt only rooms with Echo. But both Leo and Echo hang out with girls, so, we basically only ever see them when we go to bed at night." Josh knew he was rambling now. He clamped his mouth shut to keep more words from falling out.

Josh looked down at Benitoro who sat purring in his hands. "I think it'd be cool if I could keep him. Not sure what Mama will say though." Josh replied. "I don't think she'll mind so long as I take good care of him." Josh added. It seemed truthful enough. His parents were always talking about the twins taking on more responsibility. A puffskein might just do the work for him.

He waited patiently for Danae to pick out her own puffskein and had to fight the urge to roll his eyes at the name. Girls were so weird. They have to connect everything to love. Perhaps Danae was much like his sister Sophia. If that were the case, he ought to run away right then and there. But as she continued on with the conversation, Josh found himself blinking dumbfoundedly by her actions.

"Uh..." Josh began before having to close his mouth and start over again. "Nah, we're identical in every way physically." He responded to her, finally finding his voice again. "But our family doesn't have a problem knowing who is who, which can be a problem if we're trying to trick them. So, I'm assuming if you're around us enough, it's just something you pick up." Josh said, grinning again. "But I like to claim I'm the better looking one."\n\n

*grins* by Elly

Josiah said that Elly could call him whatever she wanted when it came to name shortening. She wasn’t sure she would make use of this freedom though, despite her dislike of long names; Josiah was a perfectly nice name, and shortening it to ‘Jo’ or something equally as dull didn’t seem to do this extraordinary kid justice.

“You don’t have a preferred nickname do you?” Josiah asked her.

“No,” Elly replied. Technically, Elly was a nickname, but since not even her parents called her by her full name, Elly had stopped thinking of it as such.

Elly started gently tossing Custard from hand to hand, enjoying the fluffy fur between her fingers and the cute purring the little puffskein was emitting. She really hoped Proff K would let them keep their puffskeins, because she wasn’t sure she would be able to say goodbye to Custard. She almost dropped the poor creature when Josiah started talking again.

“You are so pretty when you smile,” he said.

Elly blinked at him again. This was the second time this kid had said she was pretty, but she couldn’t take him seriously. They’d only met a few minutes ago, after all. Maybe he was just flirty? Then Elly remembered Caedence had said something about a first year boy flirting with her at the Opening Feast. Perhaps it was the same boy? Brushing off the compliment, Elly said, “I’ll try to bear that in mind.”

“So,” Elly said loudly, marking the start of a new line of conversation. “Tell me a bit about yourself. Where are you from? You got pets back home?” Elly thought she’d heard mention of another pet, but this kid spoke so quickly she couldn’t be sure.
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Not <i>quite</i> as fun as hugs, but I suppose it'll do by Jae

That was what his wandstick was for? Magic? Jae thought that was pretty cool. Aunt Cheri had always said magic wasn't real, but Aunt Marla had always told her to hush and sometimes she would say something about not 'ruining Jaeven's childhood', but Jae never understood what that meant, so he ignored it. Just like he really didn't understand much about the dictionary definition of wizard. He was very impressed that Mika had all those books, though.

Mika started explaining about wheelchairs and saying how only people who were hurt or disabled had wheelchairs. And he thought that the ones that moved by themselves were boring! Jae thought they were pretty cool. There were some at Safeway, when he went grocery shopping with his aunts, but they never let him play with them. Sometimes they gave him some money and he got to ride the electric horse up behind the cash registers, though, and that was fun. Not as fun as riding an electric wheelchair, but still fun. And definitely not as fun as riding a real horse. Maybe Mika could come over this summer and he could meet Nina and they could ride horses together! That would be madcoolamazingness.

Speaking of madcoolamazingnes....

Jae's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as he watched Mika wheel back in his chair and bounce his Sloyka, just like the really cool soccerplayers did. WOW! And then he caught his Sloyka! Jae's mouth was open, and he was grinning in amazement. Mika was SUPERAWESOMEMADCOOL!!! He couldn't wait to tell Nina, and Aunt Marla, and Aunt Cheri, and...and...and...Saul about Mika! And maybe his Hoho, too, if he saw her. Mika was definitely amazing. Jae decided that he agreed with Mika about electric wheelchairs. Regular ones were much, much cooler than the other ones.

"Wow! That was amazingcool! You're good at that! Do you play soccer? I played soccer when I was little, but the coach didn't like me very much, so Aunt Marla and Aunt Cheri decided that I could join horseback riding with Nina instead." \n\n

Hmm, by Lucas Smythe

From near the the front of the crowd, Lucas stared at the creature in Professor K's hand with disgust, though as he watched it, he soon found himself half smiling: he couldn't really decided whether the thing was incredibly cute or just plain pathetic. He pushed his blonde-tipped fringe from his eye and simply stared a little longer until he found himself being dragged to the crate in front of him by his feet which apeared to have a mind of their own in this matter.

"Puffskein." Lucas murmured quietly to himself, sniggering involuntarily at the way the word sounded when spoken, before glancing around discreetly to make sure that nobody was giving him 'weird looks' because of it.

As he approached the crate of Puffskeins, Lucas was almost afraid to put his hand in since they were - to be fair - quite strange looking things and he just couldn't help feeling the tiniest bit of uncertainty, especially as something that actually enjoys being thrown about and squeezed roughly simply cannot be all 'rosy sweet' right?

'Oh shut up, Lucas.' He inwardly reprimanded himself, mentally getting a grip since 'not wanting to look like a total scaredy-cat in front of his peers' was quite high on his priority list at that moment, so pushed his hand into the crate with possibly a little too much determination and vigour, punching a few Puffskeins on the way and setting them off purring. He blushed a little and, inside the crate, wrapped his hand around one of the furry creatures and pulled it out, almost instantly falling in love with it against his own will, but it was difficult not to - the thing was small, black and fluffy with a single small white patch on it's side (or what Lucas assumed to be its side anyway, though it was very difficult to tell as the creature had no defining features at all). Lucas grinned brightly at it and hit it gently on the edge of the crate as a sign of affection before turning it over in his hands, trying to figure out where the eyes were since it just must have some somewhere.

Lucas had wanted a pet of his own for a while. His parents had promised him a kitten but had been too busy to live up to their word before he joined the school and so, although he still desperately wanted a kitten of his very own, a Puffskein would be a perfect substitute for now - after all, it was fluffy and it did purr... It just didn't seem to be or do anything else. Lucas just hoped he would be allowed to keep it since he was already becoming rather fond of the creature.\n\n

As did yours. by Helena

"I guess so," Helena said, studying her own Sunny and Meredith's Dot to see if there were any immediately obvious differences that might point to gender. To her untrained eyes, they looked identical, with the only real way to distinguish them being to hold on to them. Maybe an affinity developed after a while so one could pick out his or her own from a group. "If she doesn't, I can't think of anyone who would." She could ask Geoff to look it up for her, but it was a toss-up as to whether or not he would consider it worth his time, and the rest of the class didn't have him as a resource.

"It is kind of sad that these go homeless," she said, wiggling her fingers in front of what she thought might be Sunny's face the way she would have to a cat. "They're adorable." She bounced Sunny a little higher than before and smiled benignly at the creature's happily purring response. "I wonder how big they wind up?"

She laughed at Meredith's talk of her mother. "Geoff keeps Pandora when we're at home," she said. "Our sister's supposed to take care of her when we're not, but Daddy usually winds up doing it. Lavinia's not too crazy about her." Lavvie would be here next year. Helena hoped for Professor Kijewski's sake that the lesson wasn't about crups or Kneazles.

"I have a pair of twin cousins. Jessica and Andrea. They're fraternal." Truth to be told, no one looking at the pair of them would even think they were related. Jessie was little and pale, with eyes almost the color of aquamarines, while Drena, tallish and dark, looked more like Dinah than anyone, and even then it wasn't a close resemblance. "Only two siblings, though. I'm the middle child. Any brothers or sisters for you?" She figured she could assume from what had been said that Meredith's twins were her siblings, but she'd look a right fool if she was wrong.

"Yeah, you can hear a little difference in them," she agreed, repeating Mere and Merry in her head. "I'll answer to just about anything, but only - " she cut off at the blowup from a girl she recognized more by her braided blond hair than by her face and winced a little. Caedence Redoak wasn't someone Helena had had any real encounters with, for which she was several kinds of grateful. The other second years' reputation was enough to make her skeptical about walking away from such an encounter with a whole skin.

"I don't know her very well, myself," she said, looking away from her lest Caedence think she was staring and take offense to it. "I've heard she can be...volatile, though." She looked at Meredith for a moment, not wanting to wreck an acquaintance before it even got started properly with a misplaced word or three. "Is she as - er - forward as they say? I've heard crazy stories from Geoffrey, though Merlin only knows where he gets his information from."

OOC: Sorry about the delay. Finals are misery incarnate.\n\n

Um...I don't think so. by Hikaru Kasuragi

Hikaru watched the whole event with Cadence and Hyana and knew that Cadence was probably observing her new prey. He wlaked over to them with his new puffskien Leon and asked Cadence "I heard you were fiesty, but I didn't know there were flea ridden animals here, this is just from what I've observed, if however I do see you being blatently cruel to someone...I will hex you into oblivion." He fingered the wand that he was just itching to to bring out and hex someone with.\n\n

Finally we meet! by Kavin and Darci Analai

"Kavin! We're with the econd years!" Darci grinned, excited, as she broke into the Care of Magical Creatures classroom. "And we're leaning about puffskeins!" She grinned even larger, loving soft animals. And glad they weren't learning about birds, which she hated more than Tracy.

Kavin was a less than a little excited about classes. Growling angrly, he looked around the classroom at the people. People. People who talked. Dear Merlin, he hated people. And his sister's annoying enthusiasm was just making things worse for him. "And how are those things good?" he hissed through to Darci. Second years? Who cared? Puffskeins were cute, but put Kavin in a room full of people, and everything was bad for him.

"Gray!" Darci squealed, knowing her brother's dislike of people. "Remember? Gray's a second year! We can find her!" Darci craned her head to look for this Gray. Some girl Kavin knew to be their half-sister's half-sister. Confusing, but such was when your father was irresponsible. And the Analai's had seen things more confusing than that.

"How can we find her, Darci?" Kavin sighed, as he pulled his sister up to the front of the class to get her and him a puffskein. "We don't even know what the hell she looks like!" he growled and snatched up the first puffskein he touched, turning on heel and moving back to the back, pausing to wait for Darci.

She frowned, realizing Kavin was right. "Yeah..." she muttered. Darci took her sweet time picking out the perfect puffskein, a cute little strawberry-blonde one with large eyes. "Hey cutie," she grinned, turning and jogging over to where Kavin was. Bumping into another boy, and accidentally dropping her puffskein.

Darci scrambled to the ground and picked it up, petting it soothingly. "Sorry," she grinned, looking up at the boy who had been holding his own puffskein. "Is yours alright?"\n\n

True true by Darla

"Your grandfather?" Darla confirmed, trying to understand all this. It was very hard when Law and Darla seemed to grow up in completely different environments. It was a challenge, but Darla didn't care. When it came to making friends, she didn't care about challenges. They were, in fact, welcomed by her. "He probably wouldn't. Not many people care about their history in genetics and such. We all have different likes and such."

Darla also still didn't quite get why Law didn't go to a Muggle school was well. It was part of who he was, after all. And, as her mother stated, it was good for wizards to learn things like basic Muggle math and science and such. It made them more well rounded. Also, Muggles were becoming a big part of Wizard-life. So knowing basic things a Muggle knows makes it easier to fit in. She even believed there should be Maths and Sciences and English in Magical schools, since they were needed subjects overall.

Darla agreed with her mother, and wished such was true. After all, if it was, Wizards would be able to understand her when she spoke of her Muggle background, and she wouldn't have to take summer school for her father.

And Law still didn't understand. Darla frowned slightly as she squeezed Tarlo gently in her hands. She was never very good at explaining things. "It's okay. Basically, you're hlaf of each parent, and having two parents make you a whole," Dala said. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at explaining things." She was still didn't understand how Law didn't get a Muggle education.

"Which is why I don't get why you don't know much about Muggles," she said. "Muggle background is a part of who you, and your parents, are. Why wouldn't they have you learn about it. It's good to learn about your roots." She hated how Wizards believed Muggles were stupid and such. Hated how they favored themselves over Muggles, and didn't even think of "corrupting" their children with Muggle lifestyles, when it was obviously helpful.

See was glad for Muggle Studies, but Darla's mother had said she'd taken that class. And they normally filled the position with someone who knew nothing about Muggles. But Darla didn't want to show these feelings to Law, how she preferred her Muggle background to her Wizard one since he obviously only knew the Wizarding one. And also... "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything if I insulted you. I'm sure your parents had good reason for not having you see Muggle background, I just mean it's not eactly fair."\n\n

Glad you agree by Law Cooper

"Yeah, I think I get it," Law said nodding at what Darla said about genetics. He didn't see what was so phenomenal about it- didn't everyone know they were half their mom and half their dad? Muggles couldn't be that thick, so what did Muggles think was so special about that concept?

He didn't understand why Darla was so set on Muggle culture. Law felt like he got along just fine knowing as little as he did about them. Besides, Muggles just confused things. Aunt Leah, who was a muggleborn, would sometimes try to explain muggle concepts to him, but they were so weird! Some of the sports that Ethan (Aunt Leah's son) had taught him were pretty neat, but nothing matched up to Quodpot or Quidditch.

Law stopped tossing S'More from hand to hand to stop and give Darla a good, hard look. Was she trying to put down his family? He couldn't be sure, so he didn't say anything, but something inside of him snapped. Insult him, and he'd get over it, he wouldn't like you, but he wouldn't do anything about it. But there was nothing worse that you could do to Law than insult anyone in his family. They were the most important thing to the eleven year-old, more important than Quidditch, even.

It was even worse that she was calling his family, of all things, prejudiced against muggles. She obviously didn't know about his uncles.

"Well, everyone in my family lives in magical neighborhoods, so I don't understand why I would need to learn so much about Muggles," he said quietly. It was true, he lived in an all magic community, as did his Aunt Tabby and cousin Hannah with Grandpa Wes in Pennsylvania, as did his cousins in New Jersey. Heck, most people, upon meeting Grandpa Wes, thought he was a squib instead of a muggle, he was so intune with that lifestyle. He'd lived in magical communities for more than half his life, anyway. He'd learned about magic because it was a necessity.

It wasn't a necessity for Law. Law had everything and everyone he needed in the magical community.

"My parents don't have anything against muggles," he said quietly, "If I wanted to know anything about muggles, they'd tell me, if they knew the answer. My uncles used to be real involved in muggle rights, and such."\n\n

It's good to agree by Darla

Darla shrunk away slightly when Law turned colder to her. She didn't mean to insult anyone, really she didn't. And she certainly didn't want someone with such good friend potential to hate her. Darla understood what she said was a bit shortsighted, she normally said things that were such. And they were talking about the boy's family, there's nothing more important than that.

But Darla still hoped he didn't take her too hard. She bit her lip and looked down at Tarlo. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to jump to conclusions," Darla muttered, squeezing her puffskein gently. "I was just trying to understand a few things, I shouldn't have pryed..." Darla wasn't used to most magical things. Sure those one her mother's side tried to show her, and she did listen. But Darla always preferred Muggle things.

She remembered when her mother tried to help clean up for Darla when she was done cooking. Her mother had used magic, and Darla felt a small loss inside that she wasn't able to clean her own mess. Darla was an odd one, so people said. Liking cleaning so much as well as cooking by scratch and just moving.

But Darla still had no idea why Law didn't care for Muggle background. Sure he lived in an all magical community, but still. People travel. And when you travel, Muggles are impossible to avoid. But Darla wasn't going to pry anymore. She was trying to make friends, not push people away. So she just nodded and kept her eyes on Tarlo. Who was staring up at her with his large eyes.\n\n

You're no fun. by Brett Hodges (with Echo Elms)

"They may be hardy, but puffskeins are living animals! There are laws against animal abuse, imbécil."

"That," Brett sighed, and walked up to Cisco, "is why we weren't playing soccer." He held out his hand for the puffskein. Based on how roughly the Professor appeared to be handling the tribble, he didn't see how hackysack was a problem. Beans hadn't seemed to mind, either. Not that he knew much about puffskeins, but he'd been trilling along all mad content-like. Brett wanted people to like him, though, so he set that aside. "Beans didn't seem to mind, but if you really think it hurts him, we'll stop."

"I'm Brett," he introduced himself, and pointed behind him, to where Echo had scooped up Tribble and was trying to balance the puffskein on his head. "And that's Echo."

Hearing his name, Echo turned quickly, caught the puffskein before it rolled off his head and Brett motioned him to come over and meet this kid.\n\n

Like agreeing to disagree? by Law Cooper

Law always felt awkward whenever there was any tension between people. This was one of those times. Problem was, he never had a clear plan of action on what exactly to do in such times. It was just one of those things that he would think up as he went along. Except, he hadn't thought of any solution yet.

Law watched as S'more climbed back up his shoulder. What in the world did that puffskien think was so great about his hair? The creature was, decidedly, weird. It was a far cry from his favorite animal in the world, but he was willing to look past the weirdness factor.

Which was what he knew he had to do right now with Darla. He didn't know a lot of people at Sonora, so right about now he valued the kids he could talk to. And he had enough trouble just finding his way around the school without being mad at anybody. Besides, Darla seemed nice. So now was the time to be mature and fix things, even if he really wasn't sure how to do that.

"Make you a deal," he said, untangling the puffskein from his curls, "You can teach me Muggle stuff if you let me teach you about Quidditch."\n\n

That works too by Darla

Darla's fingers etched around Tarlo's fuzzy body. The little puffskein was letting out a spasm of purrs, like giggles from being tickled so much. Darla wasn't really paying attention to the little puffskein she was tickling, rather she was looking at Law for some sign of... well anything really would do.

She watched as Law's own puffskein, S'more, climbed up and around Law. Darla couldn't help but grin seeing the puffskein's fetish for hair. She knew Tarlo wouldn't be able to slip into her own drape of black hair, and hoped the little puffskein didn't also have S'more's hair-fetish. Otherwise, Darla would have to disappoint it by showing the uselessness of her long, straight hair. Maybe once she cut it, but not now.

Darla was extremely glad when Law spoke again, not really sure how to break the silence herself. She certainly didn't want to fill it up with meaningless chatter, but she would have started had Law not broken it for her. Darla was also glad his breaker was more than meaningless chatter.

"You can teach me Muggle stuff if you let me teach you about Quidditch."

"Okay then, deal," Darla chirped cheerfully. Sure, she was rather horrid at sports. Clumsy and noncoordinated, and Darla never took an intrest in them before, she preferred cooking and cleaning to such activities, but she was willing for compromise. And learning something completely different was good too, broadened her horizon as her father always said.

And Darla also was glad she could help teach someone about Muggle things. She always liked showing her maternal relatives the different Muggle things and surprising them. Especially the sciences, despite the fact Darla wasn't too good at science. Asher was much better at teaching, being the smart one, the son her father always wanted. But Darla was more interested in it than her younger brother, being the more eager learner.\n\n

in some cases by Law Cooper

Law grinned happily upon hearing that Darla had accepted his offer. Conflict solved. Holding S'more in his cupped hands, he kept the little beastie as far away from his hair as possible. The boy looked over his shoulder to check in the professor was giving them anymore orders. Seeing as it appeared that the instructional part of the class was over, he didn't think the teacher would mind if he talked about Quidditch. Besides, they had barely been talking about puffskeins before, anyway.

"Good, we can start now," Law decided, never one to procrastinate, "So tell me what you do know about Quidditch." The boy remembered Darla calling bludgers, 'blooders' so he might have a lot to explain. On the other hand, she seemed to understand the concept of bludgers, even though she didn't know the name, which was a good sign.

Law just knew Darla would love Quidditch if she gave it a chance. It was socialization, it was fun and exciting- who wouldn't like that? And of course, you didn't have to be great at it, certainly he didn't think he was particularly great at Quidditch. But it was fun and he tried, and trying was all that mattered.\n\n

Only some? by Darla

"N-now?" Darla muttered, a little taken aback. She didn't know Law would start on his subject so soon. Then again, Darla had already had her turn, talking about the details of genetics and such. So it was only fair he'd get his turn as well. When he asked her what she knew about Quidditch, however, Darla heart dropped. Heh, would not much be an appropriate answer for her?

"Erm, I know you have to get some red ball through one of three hoops. And that those... metal ones are supposed to knock you down," Darla said, feeling immensly stupid. She never memorized any names of any of the equipment in any sport. What was the use if she was never going to play them? But now she sort of wished she remembered the names of the balls for Quidditch. Maybe it would make her seem less stupid. "And there's one more ball, but I'm not sure what that one does."

Darla thought hard about anything, anything, more she knew about Quidditch. Gah, she didn't even know the number of players on a team, or even what they did. Well, she did know one, she guessed. "Erm, and there's one player that protects the posts from the red ball getting in," Darla stated. This was obvious, you didn't have to be a sports lover to know someone had to protect whatever ball from getting in wherever. Or else your team would lose. That was simply common sense.

Darla sighed, as she looked down at Tarlo and shook her head. "That's about it," she said with a tiny laugh. "As you see, I don't know too much about it. You have a lot of work on your hands." She managed a teasing grin in Law's direction.\n\n

Heeeey... by Lucas

Lucas was turning his Puffskein over and over in his hands, smirking as its purring got louder by the minute. He lifted up various bits of fluff still in search of the eyes - honestly, he would have picked one with longer hair, that was just his luck. Raising the creature to his eye level, Lucas inspected it further.

"You must have eyes somewhere, Puff." He told it quietly, shortening its name to 'Puff' for mere convenience. He was already quite attached to his apparently eye-less pet and the way it purred so loudly; Lucas was beginning to wonder if it was actually part lawn mower since it made so much noise.

As Lucas was pondering these things (and still trying to find Puff's eyes), a girl bumped into him, causing them both to drop their creatures. She immediately bent down to pick hers up, then apologised to Lucas with a grin.

"Is yours alright?" She asked with, what Lucas thought, was sincerity.

"Yeah..." He replied absently, picking Puff up from the floor and inspecting it. "Sorry." He added, even though it was completely the girl's fault that she had walked into him, his parents had taught him to always be polite.

Lucas glanced at the light gingery coloured one that the girl was cradling and noticed its large and quite obvious eyes. He then looked back at his own creature and frowned a little, wondering why his couldn't have visible eyes like that. What if his Puff didn't have any eye at all in the end? 'That would actually be kinda creepy.' Lucas decided mentally, and expelled the thought from his mind. He was sure to find them someday.

Thinking it was about time to make a step toward getting a friend or two in this place, Lucas offered the girl who had bumped into him a nervous but charming smile. "So umm... Hi." He stuttered, kicking himself inwardly, that really wasn't a very good start to a conversation. He tried to repair his mistake. "Hi. I-I'm Lucas, I'm in Aladren. What's your name?"

He smiled again, even less confidently than before. This was rare for him, he had always hoped to be a dominant character, much like his father, yet here he stood, practically dithering. He just hoped he'd have the chance for a second first impression, if there really was such a thing.\n\n

Hello =] by Kavin and Darci

Kavin, on seeing his sister run into another person, jogged over to the two. Darci looked up at her brother and grinned. "I'm all right, see," she said, giving him a turn. "And so is the puffskein, see," she gave her puffskein a turn in her hands. It giggle/purred lightly when she did that.

Kavin sighed and shook his head, looking to the boy who was his roommate when he spoke up. Kavin still wasn't going to talk until he saw if the boy was good or not. Lightly, Kavin placed his own puffskein in his hair so he didn't have to hold it, and gave Darci a look that told her he wasn't talking.

Darci sighed, and turned to the boy. Lucas. "I'm Darci," she said with a grin. "In Pecari. This right here is Kavin, you two must be roomies, he's in Aladren too." Darci elbowed her brother slightly. "He's my half-brother. And he doesn't really talk to people much," Darci grinned.

Kavin glared at his sister, not wanting attention to be drawn to him. He bit his lip and turned away, focusing mose on the puffskein in his hair than his sister and roommate. Darci frowned, and decided to annoy her brother more. She turned to Lucas.

"He's not a people person," Darci said shaking her head. "He has it in his head that people are of the devil when he first meets them," she looked to Kavin from the corner of her eye, to realize he was glaring at her. Darci gave him a tiny grin. "It's okay," she went back to Lucas, "you just have to be a good influence to him. Maybe talk to him about his guitar, Kav loves that."

Kavin sighed, and just shook his head. "Darci," he said in barely a whisper. "Shut. Up."\n\n

SO sorry it took so long to reply by Josiah

OOC: I've been away, but I am now back!

IC: Josaih blinked a few times. This girl seemed...well uncomfortable with his compliments. That was odd. After all, she was very prretty, why not like it. But her extra-loud change in conversations put up a red flag to any of his protests.

"Well, we have Mortemer and Racheel (Ray-she-ehl) our ravens. Mo lives at Sonora with me. And we have..."he paused a bit, and finished in a whisper, "An owl," he shuddered, obviously not happy with the word. "And, if you consider him a pet, we have a prarie elf named Chipper. Mom lets him do all the work and she just sits around, lazy mom is. And if we can keep him, I have Teppers," He looked down at his puffskein. Teppers was blinking confusedly, looking for custard. Josaih picked him up and hugged him tight to himself. Teppers purred loudly and Josiah smirked at him. The thing was rather cute, even as girly as that word was.

HE started to toss Teppers in the air one handedly while he listened to Elly. Teppers was making odd noises that Josiah was sure translated into "WHEEEEEEEEEEE!" in human talk. \n\n

and now...not so nice by Caedence

Caedence stared in open amazement at the first year before her. The puffball fell to the ground and was ignored. He didn't seem to like that, and made increased loud noises. Caedence glowered at him, but the puffball purred all the louder. She kicked it, slightly harder than she meant to, and it went sailing into the crowd. Oh well, she'd find it later.

"Flea ridden animals?" she growled, "Is that what you called me? Do you have any idea who the heck you're dealing with boy!? DO YOU!?" Her voice rose without her wanting till it was a bellow. "You think you could actually beat me?" Her voice quieted until it was a deadly hiss. Her eyes, which had so recently been purged of their venom thanks to Elly's help, reganed them at an alarming rate. they flashed dangerously and held no mercy in them.

"Do you know how many curses I know? Do you even know how many of them aren't even legal? Try me, boy,"she hissed again. Running through said list, she quickly abandoned the notion. After all, she had already been in trouble with Professor K the prior year for using her wand on someone else. But there the wand was, in her hand, emmiting sparks. Then she realised something. There was a stick at her feet and her bejeweled hairclip was in her pocket.

Quickly she pulled it out of her pocket. In one fluid motion, she had clipped it into her hair and grabbed the stick at her feet. In another split second, the stick was flying at Hikaru's head at an alarming speed. There was almost no chance of dodging it. Dimly, she remembered her training as a beater. Grip the bat firmly a few inches in. Check. Make sure you're on target. Check. Have a venomous desire to hurt the recipient of the blow. Check and double check. This was going to hurt! \n\n

Ummm...this is bad. by Hyana

Hyana turned around when a first year boy said something to Caedence. "Hi-hikaru-san!" She exclaimed, completly forgetting to speak clearly. She knew that would probably make Caedence even angrier...but right now she didn't care. She couldn't believe that Hikaru would say such hurtful things! Hyana backed away from Caedence, and picked up Puffball. It seemed thankful; she would give the poor thing back to Caedence once she calmed down. She didn't want Puffball to be squeezed to death out of Caedence's wrath.

Caedence's wand tip sparked and Hyana followed her gaze. She was looking at a stick. She was going to throw it at Hikaru. "Hikaru-san, look out!" She cried, but Caedence had already thrown the stick. There was no way Hikaru could have dodged it. Hyana closed her eyes. If there was blood, she didn't want to see it. Blood made the Japanese girl very uneasy. Mostly because it usually was her own. Hyana felt very sorry for Hikaru, but he kinda did deserve it. Maybe Josiah or Elly, whom Caedence seemed to like, would come and try to put a stop to this. For now, the only one who could do that was Hyana. 'I'm gonna die.' She thought sadly.\n\n

Sorry for the delay, there was pudding to eat by Nathalie

Hannah seemed to have settled on a name, and Irene had changed hers to Zizzie. Hoping desperately that she wasn't going to end up with a male puffskein with a very obviously female name, Nathalie tried to peer inconpicuosly at Irene's textbook. Her own lay forgotten by her feet, open at the page marked 'Flobberworms'.

She quickly realised that the words 'peer' and 'inconpicuosly' really didn't mix, and, partly for fear of getting strange looks form Irene and partly because she didn't know anyhting about her and was curious, Nathalie turned to Hannah.

"So, you're not Pecari, then? Which house are you in?"\n\n

Uh-oh by Hikaru Kasuragi

Hikaru barely heard Hyana shout at him before the stick crashed into his head. He fell on the ground painfully and saw stars floating infront of him, he slowly rose to his feet and glared at Cadence with murderous wrath. 'Ok...' he thought to himsel, I've had to put up with being treated like a child all day, but if that flea-bag thinks shes gonna get away with hurting my friends she is soooooo wrong!' he didn't even bother to raise his wand, he didn't even think of a curse to use, he wanted to break her for embaressing him like that and treating Hyana like a slave! The nerve of this girl.

He groaned to himself when he realised people were going to stare and he would probably get into trouble again and he didn't need another detention. He thought of ten hexes that would probably get him kicked out of school then and there so he put those aside and composed himself.

He walked over until he was abouta foot away from Cadence and growled maliciously "I'm sorry senpai" he said the word with such venom a normal person would probably back away but he knew that this she wolf was different then the rest of the pack here. (Senpai=Upper Classman)

He spoke again in less of a snarl but he kept the venom in his voice "I think that if I see you harming Hyana, I'll make you wish that you were never born, however...since this is class and I'd probably get another detention from Kiva, I'll leave you alone, meet me in the Labyrinth Gardens tommorow so we can spar." He picked up his tiny blue puffskien Leon and walked over to find Riley.\n\n

You'll regret that boy! by Caedence

Caedence stared after the boy in open amazement. Who was he to challenge her? Psh! The gardens. How cliche was that? After all, isn't that where Caedence battled Morgaine? The battle that was yet to be continued thanks to the medling of a certian COMC teacher? Glaring after his retreating form, she resisted the temptation to hex him while his back was turned. That wouldn't be good form. But, for now, she would just let her violent daydreams rule her mind.

Then she noticed that Hyanna was still beside her. "Well...this isn't too good is it? It appears our Quidditch lesson tomorrow will have to be put off. Unless I can dispatch of that fool quickly," Her eyes were still glowing with the embers of anger and hate (Metaphor people!!!) She glared once more after Hikaru's retreating form before turning back to Hyanna. "So, wanna continue where we left off?" Her eyes were still awful sinister. She hoped Hyanna wouldn't be too scared off.\n\n

Is it over? by Hyana

Hyana watched the whole exchange, weighing the options in her mind. She could tell Caedence to leave Hikaru alone...or she could make Hikaru give up. Both would result in losing one of her 'friends'. Which one did she fear most? Caedence. I think I'll side with Caedence on this one She thought with a smile on her face. A forced smile though, seeing how she wanted to help Hikaru too. She watched him hit the ground when the stick came into contact with his head. She resisted from asking him if he was okay, knowing that if she was going to side with Caedence, she would need to keep her mouth shut. Of course, the little fight had to end, and Caedence suddenly remembered Hyana's existence.

"Yeah, I guess we can reschedule...if you want to." Hyana said slowly. Something had been nagging the back of her mind...then she realized it. Josiah wanted to teach her quidditch too! She decided to weigh her options again. The nice and kind Josiah...or Caedence who would rip her to shreds if she trained with Josiah. Again, she chose Caedence. Hyana waited until the anger in Caedence's eyes died down slightly, then handed her Puffball.

"Of course I would like to continue where we left off! What's next?" She said excitedly, giving Chiyo a little pat.\n\n

Not untill the fat lady sings? by Caedence

Caedence nodded at the girl once to acknowledge the reschedual. "A week from tomorrow. Again, should I dispose of the fool soon, we may stick to the origanal plan. Either way, I will be able to train you." she said with s smirk. It did no good to scare the pants off her pupil. She tossed the puffball a few times, catching it one handedly.

"Well, if you'd like, I could use different levetation spells and we could play a game. Like, whoever drops it first earns their enem...opponent a point. Then, whever gets like 10 points or so wins? Sound cool?" Caedence asked. "wingardium leviosa" she muttered under her breath and the puffball lazily floated up. It purred, as if happy to fly. "And to make it tougher, we could add...what was it?...Chiko? Chi? Chi-oh? To the mix so we have two things to concentrate on. It helps to build your reaction, hand-eye coordination and you periferal vision." she said with a smirk, "Oh and no offence, but you probably only know wingardium leviosa, so we'll stick with that one." she added. \n\n

But she's a horrible singer! by Hyana

Hyana agreed to the reschedule. A week? She could wait. Now she just had to figure out a way to tell Josiah that she couldn't train with him. Maybe in her next class. Hyana took Chiyo off the top of her head, where the lilac puffskein had been sitting, and tossed her up and down as well. Then Caedence suggested a game. She suggested adding Chiyo in the mix as well. Hyana looked at Puffball, who was enjoying the fligh, then at Chiyo, who was watching Puffball with jelousy.

"Okay." Hyana said. She set Chiyo on the ground and recited the spell that she had mastered in Charms with Dalila. "Wingardium Leviosa." Chiyo floated into the air and make a noice that was in between a showt and a cry of WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"But before we start," Hyana said...pretty daring, "Are you actually going to fight Hikaru? I mean, wouldn't it be more insulting just to forget about him?" She had to ask. She knew about the whole pride thing. Many people had asked her to show up at a certain place, but she knew that she was going to be picked on. So she ignored those people. That was probably the best defense and the biggest insult. She didn't want Caedence to get in trouble, and she wanted Hikaru to keep his life. This was going to be hard.\n\n

Like most people in our choirs! by Caedence

Caedence glanced sharply at her. "Don't go to the fight? Back down? Appear a coward? Never! Never will I back off from a fight! I won't!" She snapped, "I doubt you even know about having to watch your back every time you turn the corner. I doubt you know the feeling of there being no where to rest, that your home isn't a haven. I doubt you even know how to fight on the streets. However 'insulting' it may be to abandon the fight that would appear weak." She fixed Hyana with an unflinching stare "I-am-not-weak!" she said stressing each word.

"Now, lets forget about that pig-boy and onto our game, shall we?" She said, her voice marking the end of the little chat. Her heart pounded in newfound rage. Her concentration wavered and the puffball fell a few feet before Caedence said the spell to make him airborne again. Well, a little too fiercely as the thing shot a good six feet up from the three feet off the ground he was already at. "On the count of three then?" She said trying to salvage a smile.\n\n

I guess both ways work. by Meredith

OOC: No problem. I haven't been the best time wise either so don't worry about it.

BIC: “Me either, unless you know another expert.” Meredith said on who else would know how to find the gender of the puffskeins. “I’ve got a few books on animals at home, but I haven’t looked at them. I don’t spend enough time inside or sitting still to read them.” Meredith admitted with a laugh.

“Who wouldn’t want one of these? They’re like the perfect pet.” Meredith whole-heartedly agreed that it was sad to see something like a puffskein go homeless. She started slowly rotating Dot in a full circle with the tips of her fingers. Helena brought up a good point. How big could these little guys get? “I don’t know, but imagine if they grew to the size of a kneazle or something. Can you imagine a puff ball that big?” The image in her mind made her smile in amusement. No doubt she would have a strange dream about gigantic puffskeins that night.

Meredith nodded as Helena explained about her sister. She couldn’t understand why people didn’t like owls or mice, or pets like that. They weren’t dangerous. There’s a difference between owning an owl and, say, a dragon. The twins gave their mother a fright with an enchanted dragon kite once. Another hilarious episode. Obviously both she and Helena had strange family members. And then she was asked about siblings. Meredith always had fun talking about her brothers, especially the twins.

“Yup, I have three older brothers. There’s the twins, Max and Anthony. They’re fraternal too. They turned seventeen in April, which is a little scary because now they can do magic at home instead of just using little joke toys they bought.” Meredith laughed. “They love to torture mama, but they don’t go too far. They just play around with her because she’s a muggle. They mess around with all the muggles in Nashville, which aren’t many. Then there’s my oldest brother Ryan who’s twenty-one. He graduated from here a few years ago. He used to be more fun, but now he’s more business-like, sort of like daddy and works with him in the ministry and all that.” Meredith shrugged, not caring for that government nonsense. It was all gibberish to her anyway. "They still know how to have fun though, which is good.

Caedence’s yelling interrupted whatever Helena was saying. Meredith didn’t want to talk badly of Caedence, but her impressions on people didn’t leave much else to work with. She hoped Elly could break that reputation since she was the only one Caedence seemed to open up to. Helena looked to be trying to find a way to describe Caedence.

"Is she as - er - forward as they say? I've heard crazy stories from Geoffrey, though Merlin only knows where he gets his information from." Meredith frowned a little in thought and looked at Dot, wiggling gently in her finger.

“Well,” After a short pause she spoke again. There were some things that you just couldn’t rephrase “Yeah she is very forward. If you make her mad you’ll know it. She’s not a bad kid though, she’s just really…um,” she tried looking for her own word to describe her roommate, “defensive maybe? I don’t know. She and Elly are friends and I don’t not like her.” Wow, that sentence was a grammatical masterpiece. “What kind of stories did Geoffrey tell you? I don’t trust rumors.” Meredith asked out of pure curiosity, not to gossip. Gossiping was what Mama did with all of her lady friends on the weekends and Meredith was far from anything like that.\n\n

Otherwise, Ares would be bored all the time by Law Cooper

Well, she had a basic grasp of the sport. Albeit an extremely basic grasp. But it was a start, a step up from all the muggleborns who didn't even know that you could fly on broomsticks.

"Chill," he replied to her statement that he had a lot of work to do, "You're doing fine." Of course, that wasn't really true, and there was so much she needed to be told, but Law was an optimist. Besides, it be no help to tell her she knew so little about the sport. He'd been told the same thing by teachers in school subjects, and that never made him feel any better about himself.

From his own experiences like the treacherous experience with penmanship, he knew you had to take things one letter at a time. Or in this case, one position at a time. Otherwise, a sudden bombardment of information did nothing but confuse a person.

"So the red ball that goes through the hoops is called the Quaffle. Everytime a team gets it through any of the three of the opposing team's hoops they score ten points. The people who handle the Quaffle are the Chasers. There are three on a team. There's also the Keeper, his job is basically goaltending, which is to defend his hoops from the opposing team's Chasers," he stopped, realizing he was rambling and that there was a good chance that Darla was totally lost and that he had only made things more confusing.

"Sorr 'bout that," he apologized, "I got carried away. Did you understand any of my babbling?"\n\n

Wait... what? Oh! God of War... gotcha XD by Darla

"Chill," he had stated. "You're doing fine..."

Hah, Darla was pretty sure she wasn't doing fine. Knowing next to nothing about the sport certainly wasn't doing "fine." Not even knowing the names of the balls wasn't doing "fine." Darla knew she wasn't a good choice to teach sports to, finding them not too interesting. But at least she had a one-up against Law by knowing more about Muggles than him.

And Darla would have to teach him about Muggles sometime. She knew that would be more confusing than a sport. Maybe she'd show him the Algebra she had to do. Or Sciences, history? They were all good subjects to try out. She'd already started with genetics, so Darla wanted to finish that up. With her very basic concept of it...

Law started on with the red ball. The Quaffle? And putting it through the opposite teams hoops for ten points. And the people who did that were Chasers. And of course, there was someone to block those hoops. The Keeper? Darla nodded, that sounded right.

"Okay, so the red ball is a Quaffle?" Darla repeated, a little unsure of herself. "And the players who try to get the Quaffle into the hoops are Chasers? And the ones to protect are Keepers?" Darla was sure she was getting it right.

"Right, I think I get it..." she muttered.\n\n

Don't mind my author, she's nerdy by Law Cooper

Law was relieved to hear that Darla had gotten his rant. It meant that they could move forward and that he didn't have to go back and repeat everything all over again. Of course, as they moved foward, he would be sure to keep things simple.

"Don't ask me," he smiled reassuringly at Darla's unconfident tone, "You got it. The three chasers and the keeper are four of the seven starting players on a team. So right now you know more than half of what you need to," he added hoping that would make things seem as easy as they really were.

Next were the beaters and Bludgers, as the seeker and the snith were something you usually left for last. But how to explain them simply. He didn't know much about the muggle world, so he couldn't use a comparison to their sports. And personally, he thought the simplest way to explain it was just to tell it like it is.

"So while the whole thing with the Quaffle is going on, the two metal balls, the Bludgers are there to try and knock off the players nearest to them," he didn't say that they could be tampered with, because that would just baffle things, "There are two players on each team, called beaters. They have these wooden bats that they use to keep the Bludgers away from teammates, and they hit Bludgers towards the opposing team."\n\n

Yuppers. I know a person by Hyana

Hyana let Chiyo fall to the ground, no longer focusing on the spell. She listened to Caedence, but didn't really hear her. Caedence finished her rant and tried to be nice, but Hyana didn't care. She kept silent for a while, anger boiling up inside of her. She looked Caedence straight in the eye.

"I do know what it's like. I know what it's like to watch my back wherever I go. I know what it's like to have no where to go, no place to be safe!" Her voice had risen to an angry scream, and continued to get louder. "I know plenty about fighting! I've taken classes just so I can defend myself in my own house! Everyday I'm scared for my life Caedence! It's not just you!" Her voice started to quiet down. "I fear for my life everyday Caedence. My mother is a drunk who works at hooters and probably sells herself to men. She comes home drunk and beats me within an inch of my life. Because she enjoys it." Hyana's hands were clenched into fists, and her whole body was shaking.

"I could be dead and no one would care. My father and my sister are dead. They were the only people who cared for me. Now my mother is my only family left, and she holds my life in her hands. The kids in my neighborhood decided that I'm their punching bag. They see me walking down the street and say to their friends, 'Hey, who wants to kick around that Japanese girl?' They make fun of me because of how I look. I'm quiet. It's because I'm terrified of everyone Caedence! I can't trust anyone. It would only get me hurt. But I had a chance to come here and change that about myself. You're not the only one who fears her life Caedence." Hyana finished in a hiss. She looked at Chiyo, who seemed scared of her. She turned away from Caedence and picked up Chiyo, trying to calm herself.

But what she didn't know was her sholder was showing, and you could see scars and healing wounds. \n\n

Oh dear, when there's yelling... by Professor K

Despite Kiva's sometimes lack of the obvious nature, or that some might consider her not entirely there in the head, she wasn't as dumb or foolish as some might think. In fact, in her line of work (one working with animals, not as a teacher), she had to be intelligent as well as quick on her feet. Especially if she planned on living a long full life.

So, when shouting happened in her classroom, Kiva heard it. She had been momentarily distracted by Paul who was in need of medical attention. But as soon as Paul was on his way to the Medic, Kiva made her way over to the source of the noise. Somehow, she wasn't surprised to find that Caedence was one of the girls to have risen her voice.

"Girls, do we have a situation here? I could hear you yelling clear as day from across the clearing. If you two are having issues, instead of yelling, talk it out, or it becomes my issue." Kiva said. Normally she was a passive and quiet, but over the last couple of years, Kiva had to learn to be stern and grow a back bone. If she wasn't or didn't, the students would have walked all over her.\n\n

...Caedence is usually the source by Caedence

Caedence opened her mouth. She could have told the girl to shut up. She could have said 'i'm sorry'. She could have uttered the deadliest curse in the world. But she didn't. Because there was a second piece in the puzzle.

She stared at the Professor before her. Kiva Kijewski, the person who had caught her last year. In the gardens with Morgaine, about to have a wizzards, well in that case witches, duel. "No, Ma'am, we weren't. I honestly learned my lesson about fighting last year. Didn't I promise to work out my anger better?" Okay, so it was cheesy and suck-upish, but she really didn't want to get into trouble again there had barely been any school days, after all. She glanced at Hyana,

"I'm sorry,"she said simply. She did not know what for. For snapping? For her home life? Or was she sorry for herself? Caedence didn't really know. But she had to say it anyways.\n\n

Sorry... by Hyana

Hyana looked at the professor. She had no idea she was yelling. It wasn't like her, not at all. But hearing Caedence use that suck up voice and apologize, that wasn't like Caedence. She looked at both Caedence and Professor Kijewski and said, "Gomenasai sensei. I won't let it happen again. I just got a little worked up in our...conversation."

She wasn't being a suck up, but she wasn't exactly telling the truth. What she would give to smack Caedence in the face at the moment. Of course, everyone must have wanted to do that at one point in time.

OOC Translation:
Gomenasai sensei: I'm very sorry Professor.\n\n

Whoohoo for Madcool by Mika

Mika grinned at how impressed Yae was. Mika wasn't a show off, but it was nice to get admiring looks instead of pitying ones. That was part of the reason he wanted to play quiddich so badly. Because he just KNEW he would be good. Maybe not great, but good. He shook his head a bit when Yae asked about soccer though.

"Sometimes, but not often. The other kids did not like to let me play with them, because you don't play soccer the same when you are in a wheelchair, and the other kids did not think I was fun to play with. I am hoping to play quiddich though! I think that will be ... madcool." He still wasn't sure he was using that word right, but he thought he probably was.

Mika caressed his Sloyka a bit apologetically. "I wish we had real balls to play with. I do not like to kick my sloyka around, I know the Professor said they don't mind, and it purrs when I do, but it still is not very nice. Besides, cats purr both when they are happy, and when they are in pain. That is why a cat purrs when it is having kittens, because it hurts." Mika was full of useless trivia like that. "So maybe the reason sloykas purr when you kick them is because it hurts." he looked down at his sloyka, frowning a bit. "I do not think I will play football, er, soccer, with him any more."

Mika paused, then lifted his sloyka up and looked underneath it, trying to determine the fat thing's gender. He found no indicator though, and shrugged. "Or her, if it is female. I cannot tell."\n\n

Operation Puffskein Rescue Aborted by Gwyneth Aquillon

After hurriedly excusing herself from Rachel and Cole, Gwyneth had picked up her puffskein, robe and bag, gave her auburn ponytail an annoyed flick of the head and headed off in the general direction of two different groups of boys. She didn't know which group she would yell at first for the way they were mistreating the puffskeins!

The hackeysack group was kicking their fuzzy puffskein around between a couple of kids. But as she neared that group, she heard one of the other boys begin to remind them of the animals' rights and the game seemed to stop. Okay, that left group number two and she veered off in that direction.

One boy in a wheelchair practically rolled over his puffskein, then he was showing off for the other one by balancing on just the wheels and popping the puffskein up into the air and back down again on his legs. 'Typical show-off!' she thought. 'Just wait until I get there and remind him of how that poor puffskein must feel.'

Fortunately for Gwyneth, as she approached the two boys she overheard the boy in the wheelchair say I wish we had real balls to play with. I do not like to kick my sloyka around,. . . I do not think I will play football, er, soccer, with him any more.

Like being doused with a bucket of cold water, she stopped in her tracks and quickly rethought what she was about to do. 'Gwyneth Aquillon, you were just saved from making a complete fool of yourself! Who do you think you are anyway? If there was a problem, the teacher would handle it, just like Mom or Dad would in their classes,' she silently yelled at herself.

Unfortunately for Gwyneth, she was now standing fairly near the two boys and was pretty certain that her approach had probably not gone unnoticed, so it would be difficult to just slink quietly away. No choice but to introduce herself, she quickly decided.

"Hi, I was watching you play with your puffskein. You are pretty good at 'two-wheel juggling'!" she said to the boy in the wheelchair as she finished her approach. "I gotta tell you that I originally came over to stop you from hurting your puffskein when I saw your juggling act from where I was sitting. But then, as I got closer I heard what you just said to your friend here about not liking to kick your puffskein around. Sorry, that I was being nosy. I was just worried about these little furry guys. My name is Gwyneth Aquillon, first year Teppenpaw, by the way. And what is a 'sloyka'?"
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