Professor Spencer Morgan
April 27, 2012 2:35 PM
Beginner CoMC! by Professor Spencer Morgan
Spencer Morgan smiled at his beginner students began to gather around him. As always his class was in the large clearing, the logs he had set up for sitting still held the cushioning charm. Spencer loved teaching and he had not even been doing it long. He loved introducing new animals to the young witches and wizards. He hoped he like his old Care of Magical Creatures Professor had for him, he inspired just one student to follow the noble path of Creature Healer.Once everyone was seated, Spencer smiled. The students had a few classes with him by now so they knew to call him Professor Spencer and that he tended to be lack on the rules in his class. "Good afternoon class! Please turn in your essays on Bowtruckles and we'll get started!" once the flurry of shuffling paper was finished Spencer was ready to introduce the next creature to his students.
"The Clabbert is what we are going to be studying today!" he said cheerfully. Spencer himself had kept a few Clabberts as a child they were fascinating. "The Clabbert looks like a cross between a monkey and a frog. It has smooth green skin, short horns and a wide mouth full of razor sharp teeth. It has long arms and webbed hands and feet allow it to move gracefully through the tress." As the green eyed man spoke the case holding the Clabberts opened exposing the creature.
"Now as you see they have a large pustule on its forehead. This flashes red when the Clabbert senses danger. Because of this in the past witches and wizards used to keep them as an early warning sign for approaching Muggles, and unknown wizards. Though the International Confederation of Wizards were forced to introduce fines to stop this because Muggle neighbors thought they were Christmas lights and often wondered why they were up in the middle of summer."
"The Clabbert lives in nests up high in the trees, and it feeds on small lizards and birds. It's a social animal and often lives in nests up to twenty Clabbert."
"Now for today's lesson you'll pair up and grab a Clabbert. You will try and get the pustule to pulse red. They won't just pulse red with you guys being near him. Please use the dragon hide gloves and try not to get near their mouths. Their teeth are fairly sharp."
Subthreads: Beginning again by Theresa Carey, Pecari with Sairahiniel Light, Pecari, Theresa, Sayre Light
In search of a partner by Lucille Carey, Teppenpaw with Clara Abernathy, Lucille
Scrolls and Smiles by Alexandra Devereux, Crotalus with Melanie Lennox, Teppenpaw, Alexandra Devereux
What sharp teeth you have! by Waverly Canterbury - Pecari with Cepheus Princeton, Crotalus, Waverly
A subject by Thad Pierce with Aria Yale, Teppenpaw
... by Angel Shield - Teppenpaw with Andrina Thornton, Aladren, Angel
That doesn’t look friendly by Gareth Whitebriar - Crotalus
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Professor Spencer Morgan
Beginner CoMC!
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Lucille Carey, Teppenpaw
April 28, 2012 12:56 AM
In search of a partner by Lucille Carey, Teppenpaw
Care of Magical Creatures had, even more than flying lessons, been an adjustment for Lucille; in fact, she wasn’t sure she was used to it yet. At home, she had rarely been allowed outside without someone there to specifically watch her; riding was more or less the only time when she’d been allowed outside of the small gardens, and she had never been where she couldn’t see the walls around the property before. She had also never sat on a log, even if it did have a cushioning charm on it, or been allowed near anything which wasn’t fully domesticated.The world, after all, was dangerous. She was not the real reason they had to be so very careful at home, because she was only a girl, but she was in her own way a valuable asset – to have a chance of rebuilding what they had lost when her father died, her branch would need powerful friends, and a girl was a good way to get some. If another branch tried to kidnap someone, it would, of course, be her brother, but if they could not get to Malcolm, then she or Baby might do in a pinch. And as for the sitting on the ground, she could not be permitted to be less than perfect at any time, because then she might develop bad habits; her bloodline, her mother said, had a weakness in that way, so it was better to never even present the opportunity for bad habits to form. If an opportunity was there, the habits would develop, and then Lucille would become bad.
Plus, logs were icky, and it was a bother to change clothes as much as Mother said she had to anyway, to always be appropriate for the situation she was in at any given moment. Staining her clothes wasn’t something she wanted to do. She could, though, only hope for the best, because disobedience was unthinkable.
She looked warily at the clabbert, wondering about what the professor said about warnings; she had never met anyone who did not live in areas designed in such a way that Muggles could barely perceive that they were there, if they could at all with the larger houses, and certainly, she had been assured, could not enter. And as for other wizards, well…she wondered about that, really. Mother assured her they were protected somehow, but the more powerful members of the rest of the family seemed to come and go. She was not sure what would happen if, say, Theresa’s father – or, better yet, Alexandra’s – tried to come to her house without an invitation; she didn’t think she really wanted to know.
She looked at it even more warily, though, when it was mentioned that it had sharp teeth. Oh, yes, a partner sounded very nice. She could stand well back, away from the sharp teeth on a creature she didn’t know, if she had a partner. Now just to get one, without either having to be the one to ask or staring blatantly at someone to get their attention and being pushy and not a proper lady at all….
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Lucille Carey, Teppenpaw
In search of a partner
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Clara Abernathy
April 28, 2012 2:32 AM
Need a partner? by Clara Abernathy
Clara reached the clearing with the other beginning students and seated herself happily on one of the logs. It reminded her of the tree stumps she alwasy sat upon back home in Napa around the vineyard. When asked to turn in her essay, Clara dug around her bag for it and after finally locating it passed it forward with the rest of her classmates. She listened carefully and very intriguedly to Professor Spencer as he decribed their next creature. Clara frowned slightly when he came to the part about the clabbart...or whatever he had called it having very sharp teeth. That part could be a problem the little Pecari fretted on slightly. She then shrugged her shoulders. Can't be any worse than when my horse bit me on my tush she thought matter-of-factly.Clara frowned a little more when she realized that Professor Spencer might actually mean for them to maybe anger these sharp toothed little creatures just to make their pustule glow. Clara wasn't at all certain she liked the idea of that. She could almost hear her cousin Addi telling her to be nice to it and leave it be. Clara was almost inclined to agree with her cousin's voice in her head, but another voice took its place. "You can do this," she heard the new voice tell her, "All you have to do is watch out for the teeth." Clara squared up her shoulders and went in search of a partner and a pair of gloves. If she was gonna do this then by golly she was going to at least try to not lose a finger in the process!
Clara approached one of the other girls in her class and asked her seriously, "So... how in the world are we supposed to catch one of these and make it light up without it biting one of our fingers off?"
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Lucille
April 28, 2012 11:21 AM
I think so by Lucille
Lucille had learned, by now, to recognize the other first years by their faces, but most of the names still eluded her. This was the case with the girl who did walk up to her and just begin talking on the assumption they were going to be partners, and Lucille could only assume that the other girl didn’t know who she was, either, since she was talking as though she expected Lucille to be the one who knew how to handle this situation. Lucille had been told time and time again that things didn’t look as bad as they felt to her except in the case of her father’s death, and rationally she knew that she hadn’t done enough at school to really give anyone, except maybe her own roommates, a firm impression of her, but she still felt that there ought to be a banner over her head announcing that she was not very competent.Apparently, though, if there was, this girl couldn’t read the language it was in. Lucille folded her hands at her waist and smiled. “I have no idea,” she said promptly and honestly. “I’ve never been around any animals except a cat or two in my life before I came here.” She took her dragonhide gloves out. “I suppose this is a good first step, though, since he told us about it,” she added as she put them on. They were very good ones, made to fit her and charmed to be soft on the inside and flexible enough to not impair her fingers too much, but they were still very different from the thin white ones she was used to on other occasions.
So many things were different at school. They had to use these gloves sometimes in Potions, too. Would she be used to them by Christmas and have her gloves at home feel strange and a little uncomfortable? It didn’t matter, of course, she would wear what she was told to wear and wear it when she was told to wear it, her mother had laid out her outfits for the day for her since she was born and even now did the best job she could by making sure Lucille knew which outfits could be worn on which days and on what occasions, but she did wonder.
One very important thing, though, had to be done no matter how gloves worked out, or even if they ever got the lesson to work out right. “Oh! I haven’t introduced myself,” she said, more than a little apologetically as she got her second glove settled around her wrist and wriggled her fingers in it to get them in as right and comfortably as possible. “I am Lucille Carey, of the North Carolina Careys.” She offered a small curtsy. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” she added, because that was part of the formula, and she did like meeting new people. At this point, it was true, and that would do for now.
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I think so
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Clara Abernathy
April 28, 2012 5:26 PM
Re: I think so by Clara Abernathy
Clara smiled back at the girl and watched curiously as the girl actually curtsied. Clara herself had never curtsied a day in her life. Not one that she recalled anyway. She wasn't certain if she should curtsy back or if she should just offer the girl a handshake like her father had always taught her to do. She opted to just go with her gut and gave Lucille her friendliest smile. "Its a pleasure to meet you Lucille," she replied cheerfully. "I'm Clara Abernathy of the Napa Valley Abernathys." She was quite sure why she kept saying the last part...it just seemed like the proper way of responding and until someone corrected her she would continue to do so.Clara was a little surprised to discover that Lucille had never really encountered any other animals except cats before, but she supposed there was nothing wrong with that. Not everyone has been lucky like she had to have several different types. "I like cats," she told Lucille cheerily. "I have 3 of them at home. My favorite is my tortoise shell tabby named Gizmo," she told the other girl. "I also have a couple of horses as well..." she continued absently. "Sorry..." she grinned sheepishly. "Didn't mean to ramble." Clara offered Lucille an apologetic smile and began pulling on her own dragonhide gloves.
She was hoping Lucille might of had an idea where to begin, but she wasn't at all worried that she didn't. She appreciated greatly that Lucille had been honest with her. The red head touched a finger to her lips while wearing the gloves and thought over the situation. How in the world do you catch something that is half monkey half frog? she wondered aloud, asking herself the question. A slow, sly smile began to spread across her freckled face.
"Okay," she said quietly excited to Lucille. "I have an idea! I'm gonna try to get it to come down out of the tree towards me. Do you think if I can distract it that you can grab it from behind?" she asked Lucille seriously.
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Lucille
April 29, 2012 3:08 PM
You might want another one, though... by Lucille
Lucille blinked, then returned the friendly smile. “How nice,” she said. She had not heard of the Napa Valley Abernathys before, but that, she thought, could be in part because she was not sure she had ever heard of Napa Valley before. “You have a lovely name,” she said instead of anything about that, because she couldn’t think of anything else to go with. It was a very pretty name, much better than Lucille Elizabeth Carey. Lucille had never really liked her own name, though she didn’t know that the other option, Lucilla, would have been as much better as it sometimes seemed if she’d had to live with it.Did it really, she wondered, sound old, as Aria had said their first night at Sonora? She had never liked the name, but she had never thought of it like that, either. That was a particularly silly thing to worry about, or even think about, because the only change her name was ever likely to undergo was a change of last name when she married, but the thought had come from nowhere and then decided to stick around for a moment.
She pushed it aside since she needed to concentrate. Names weren’t important, not in that way, anyway. They were who their parents had decided they would be, and if she thought that Miss Abernathy’s name sounded better than hers, well, maybe the same was true the other way around. Lucille had always wondered if other people were really as confident as they seemed, since even her close family only knew some of how nervous she was about…well, everything, really. Showing as much as she did was unseemly; to display the whole thing, ever, would be a terrible disgrace. It would be an embarrassment for her and whomever she did it in front of, and she was sure it was the kind of thing that she would never be able to live down or forgive herself for.
“Oh, it’s all right,” she said when the other girl apologized for rambling. Lucille hadn’t noticed; she was, when she rambled, much worse about it. “I didn’t think you were rambling.” She smiled. “Though – “ oh, that wasn’t the right word, somehow – “I do ride, sometimes – horses, I mean. I didn’t think of that the same way.” Why that was, she didn’t know, either, but her mind had somehow sorted the categories differently, or else she had simply blanked everything out in conversation. She was a terrible excuse for a lady.
When Clara proposed her plan, Lucille’s immediate instinct was to run, then to throw up, but she exerted all the self-control she had to lie with. “I can try,” she said firmly, even though she was sure she was going to fail. To simply refuse flat-out would be cowardly, though, and she had been taught that Careys weren’t that, and she had a terrible suspicion that it would somehow also be rude, which was, for a girl, worse than being a coward.
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Lucille
You might want another one, though...
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Clara
April 29, 2012 6:09 PM
Okay...sorry..new plan by Clara
Clara was delightfully surprised to hear Lucille compliment her name. It was one of the nicest things anyone had said to her (outside of her cousins) since she arrived here at Sonora. "Thank you," she replied awkwardly, smiling at Lucille. "I like your name too," she told the other girl. "It sounds very regal." It did too. It also reminded Clara of her nanny Lucy back home in Napa. Her name was Lucille too, but she preferred being called Lucy for short. She had let Clara call her Lucy since it had always been easier for Clara to say when she was much younger. She had been with Clara since her birth. Outside of her cousins, The Thorntons, Lucy was the closest thing to a best friend Clara ever had.Clara was very glad that Lucille was at least willing to give her plan a try and she was about to enact it when something occurred to the 11 year old. When Professor Spencer had introduced them to the Clabberts, he had opened a case that had contained the creature. Therefore, retrieving it from any tree was horribly unnecessary. All they simply had to do was carefully approach the case and carefully pluck one out. Leave it to me to do things the hard way she half scolded herself. Clara immediately shared her epiphany with Lucille. "Forgive me...okay...new plan," she began, smiling apologetically. "I won't need you to grab it like I had originally stated. It seems in my excitement to get started I missed a small detail. We won't have to get it from any tree," she explained. "I will simply get it from the case the professor brought them in." She grinned, incredibly embarrassed with herself for missing that factor. Her freckled face burned red from embarrassment. Way to go Clara! she mentally kicked herself as she left Lucille for a moment and approached the case with the funny looking creatures in it.
Clara carefully plucked one up out of the case and took it back to where Lucille appeared to be waiting for her, all the while making very sure she didn't do anything to cause it to use its scary looking teeth on her. She stopped in front of Lucille with the Clabbert. "If you're still willing, I could use some help getting this weird little guy to light up," she told her sheepishly.
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Okay...sorry..new plan
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Lucille
April 29, 2012 8:24 PM
Trying to think... by Lucille
Of all the things Lucille thought she might have heard about her name, that it was regal was not one of them. She had always thought of it as plain, sort of yellow – which was, as it turned out, appropriate even beyond her mother insisting that she looked nice in light yellow, even though Lucille herself thought it made her look washed out. She smiled hesitantly in return. “Thank you,” she said.Lucille had thought that having to get things out of the trees hadn’t sounded quite right, somehow, but she hadn’t thought to say that out loud. If someone else seemed to know what they were doing, they almost certainly knew better than she did what was going on. Clara saying she had gotten it wrong made Lucille wonder a little about just going along when she announced that she was going to go get the clabbert from the much easier-to-access box, but she kept her peace again – it wasn’t, after all, like she wanted to touch the thing – and, not sure whether she should follow or stay where she was, stood where she was a second too long after Clara went off for the clabbert and so, after taking one step before she realized she’d left it a little too long, stood there more, twisting her hands and feeling completely useless and sure that the professor was going to see this and fail her for that.
Clara came back as Lucille was starting to bite her lips, and the pressure of her teeth on the bottom one increased when it was pointed out that she could still help. She had to try, but she couldn’t think of anything except….
“Maybe I could throw something at it?” she said. “Except that might hit you, too, and it’s – not nice.” Nothing about this lesson was nice, so she didn’t know why she was bothered by a little thing like that, but still. It didn’t look like something that should have things thrown at it, and there were the teeth to consider. “Do you think it would run away – “ or attack, but she wasn’t going to mention that – “if you put it down?” She was still racking her brains for anything that might work; if she knew more spells, she was sure she could startle it without hurting anyone, but she didn’t even know that many incantations, much less how to use them. She might just kill them by mistake instead of startling the clabbert; that wasn’t likely, from what she understood, but it might. North Carolina Careys had never been known for lasting luck, and Lucille couldn’t see that she had ever had any at all. First her father had had a half-blood daughter, then he’d taken in one of the family’s most infamously bad girls, and then he’d divorced her mother, and then he’d died…..
All his luck, of course, but his luck was her luck, too, and it was bad. Lucille didn’t want to trust to her luck.
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Trying to think...
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Clara
April 30, 2012 8:37 PM
Not bad....I like it by Clara
"“Maybe I could throw something at it?” she said. “Except that might hit you, too, and it’s – not nice.” “Do you think it would run away if you put it down?”Clara took Lucille's suggestion and question into serious consideration. She hadn't really thought of the possibility of putting it down and wondered just what exactly it might do if she did. She also found herself partially agreeing with Lucille's statement that throwing something at them wasn't nice, however if it got the job done, Clara might be willing to take the risk. The only hitch she could see at the moment was figuring out how to throw something at them without scaring it too badly and causing it to bite one or both of them. She mulled over their options in her head until finally a great idea came to mind (at least she hoped it was a great idea). Okay...to be truthful Clara had two ideas bouncing around in her weird little mind at the moment. She only hoped that when she voiced them she didn't scare the wits out of her partner.
She licked her lips nervously and began telling Lucille about her ideas. She figured she would be met by one of two responses: either A) Lucille would think she was completely mad and run away from her screaming or B) she would actually help her with her crazy little schemes and at least one of them would pan out without getting one or both of them seriously hurt. Here goes nothing she thought and began talking.
"Okay, I like the idea of throwing something at us to try and startle it," she began, still cradling the creature to her chest. "However, I was thinking maybe we could tweak that plan just a little bit. I'll hold on to it tightly while you throw a rock near us. That should be enough to startle it into pulsing without attacking." She threw in the last part for added encouragement. "If that doesn't work, we could always try putting it down and seeing if we can sneak up on it with an incantation my dad taught me that we use sometimes to corral the horses." She was blatantly leaving out the part that the incantation created a very loud BANG which could more than startle the creature into attacking. She figured the other parts might worry Lucille enough without adding that tidbit.
"Which one sounds better to you?" she asked, encouraging her partner to partake in the experiment as it were.
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Clara
Not bad....I like it
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Lucille
May 01, 2012 8:58 PM
But did the plan survive first contact with the enemy? by Lucille
The nail of Lucille’s ring finger pressed into the heel of her hand for a moment as she considered Clara’s plans. It was inappropriate to consider her own interests first, of course, but she couldn’t help thinking that the first one sounded the safest for her. Being safe was thinking of the family, wasn’t it? She couldn’t be of any use to them hurt, could she? At least not right away. The last thing Mother had said to her before she got on the wagon was to be safe, too; it was the thing Mother had worried about more than anything else in sending her to school at all, Being bitten by a clabbert was not what Mother had had in mind, but the same general idea worked, she thought. So maybe it wasn’t too inappropriate.“I…think the first one might work,” she said when she was asked for her opinion. She felt a flutter of shame for partially liking that one, too, because it didn’t mean doing a new spell right here in front of everyone, since she was a witch and should be proud of that and very skilled at it, but they had barely been in school any time at all, and she had never had the nerve to use her mother’s wand secretly when she was little, so she could barely get spells to work right half the time so far and that was when she went into the class knowing she needed to perform magic and thinking about it. Just trying a new one without preparation, one learned from another first year…Oh, that didn’t sound so good, not at all.
Lucille looked for a rock, feeling nervous and flustered because she knew Clara was waiting. If the other girl was bitten while Lucille was dithering over rocks…! But she had to make a good choice; if it was too small, then it wouldn’t do what she wanted it to do, and if it was too large, then she wouldn’t be able to life it, or worse – only be able to throw it far enough for it to land on her own foot. That would be painfully embarrassing in more ways than one, and none of them were good, and it still wouldn’t do much good, and since Lucille knew she wasn’t very strong at all….
Finally, she took one up and then took a deep breath. If she hit Clara, or hit a random bystander, or had any number of other things she could just think of without even trying go wrong, she would be ruined for life. She knew that so deeply that she could barely think of anything else at all. One mistake was all it could take; a single error, and no one good would want to associate with her, and she’d end up like that girl. She would fail her family, she would fail her mother, she would….
Focus. She smiled at Clara. “Ready?” she asked, and threw the rock hard toward the ground, toward Clara’s feet but – she thought and hoped – far enough to the side not to hit her. Then she squeezed her eyes shut. “Did it work?”
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But did the plan survive first contact with the enemy?
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Clara
May 03, 2012 10:24 PM
Partial success! It didn't bite us...yay! by Clara
Clara stood craddling the half monkey half frog creature and nodded in agreement as Lucille chose her first plan as their course of action. She was honestly a little releaved when Lucille went along with her idea instead of running away screaming. She didn't even call me crazy like my cousins might have she thought happily, as she watched Lucille search for the rock to be thrown. She talked to the Clabbert as Lucille hunted around for the right rock (or what she hoped would be the right rock) hoping that doing so would distract it so it wouldn't see Lucille throw the rock."You are just the weirdest/coolest looking thing I have ever seen, yes you are.." she cooed at the creature softly. "I'd take you home with me if I had any idea what to do with you," she told the Clabbert. The creature contiued to sit docily in her arms and blinked curiously at her. She almost missed Lucille's call of "Ready? and glanced up briefly to look at the other girl. She nooded briefly and braced herself as Lucille procceeded to throw said rock in their general direction. Clara watched the rock sail towards them and gave off a startled squeak as the rock hit the ground near her feet and bounced up over her head. She heard Lucille call out "Did it work?" and opened her eyes which she had squeezed shut. She glanced gingerly down at the Clabbert who was darting its head around trying to find the source of the noise the rock made hitting the ground and then the tree behind us.
It was definately startled, but not enough so that it had attacked us. The pustule on its forehead flashed red a couple of times before it seemed to calm down somewhat. The pustule had ceased flashing red. "I think so..." Clara called back. "It flashed a few times...its not anymore. Do you think we made it flash enough or should we ask the professor if we should make it flash some more?" she asked curiously, not sure of how best to procceed from here.
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Partial success! It didn't bite us...yay!
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Lucille
May 04, 2012 8:18 PM
That is definitely a reason to cheer by Lucille
Lucille kept her face composed except for a momentary wide smile when she heard the pustule – dear goodness, but that was a repellant word; she thought she would have thought so even under different circumstances, but it seemed especially bad just now – had flashed, but she could feel her hands trembling a little as she took out a handkerchief to wipe her gloves after handling a rock. For once in her life, or at least one of only a very few times, she felt relief over being consulted about something, or at least felt something that wasn’t the gut-clenching fear she associated with being asked so much as her opinion on a dress normally.“No,” she said, as firmly as she could. “I think that’s enough. It’s warned us. It will probably bite if we bother it more.”
How true this was, she had no idea, but she had read a bit of a book one time that mentioned animal warnings, and maybe, if she sounded certain, Clara would go along with her. Her teachers had always said that to seem uncertain was to seem weak, after all. The world out here was so different that she didn’t know what would work with people who weren’t immediately and obviously like her – or maybe even with those who were – but what she knew was all that she knew. She couldn’t do any more than that, because she didn’t know anything else to do.
The thought of how little all her lessons had done to really get her ready for this had occurred to her more than once since she came to Sonora, but she dismissed it as being a product of her stupidity. The others seemed to do well enough, and her whole upbringing had been centered on not allowing her to make a mistake; if she wasn’t following, then it was her fault, not anyone else’s. The family had done the best they could with what they had to work with, which, as she knew, was not much….
“I suppose you can put it back now, then,” she finished, though she wasn’t entirely sure about how Clara was supposed to do that, either. Hopefully, the question wouldn’t be asked; if it was, Lucille was sure any appearance of knowing what she was doing that she might have would vanish in a blink. Or less.
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That is definitely a reason to cheer
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Clara
May 07, 2012 12:58 AM
Back to the box with the Clabbert by Clara
“No,” she said, as firmly as she could. “I think that’s enough. It’s warned us. It will probably bite if we bother it more.”Clara found herself pondering Lucille's comment for a moment. She begrudgingly had to admit that Lucille might have been right. They had managed to make it light up (sort-of) and it probably was unwise to provoke the weird looking creature any further. The whole It could tear our faces off thing came to mind. She had gotten lucky with the booger potion, she might not be soo lucky if she distressed the little Clabbert any further. She glanced down at her little burden and grinned. "Perhaps shes right," she told her funny little friend, as she held him against her chest.
Clara walked back towards Lucille carrying the Clabbert with her and stopped a few steps from her partner. "I think you might be right," the Pecari admitted reluctantly. "Perhaps that was enough and to try anymore might provoke it into actually hurting us. I'll go put him back into the case the professor brought him in. Hopefully he'll be just as docile going in as he did coming out." She smiled at Lucille and headed back to the case where she had obtained their little friend. She placed him carefully back into the container and sighed gratefully when it didn't move to bite her. Clara gave the Clabbert one final pat before turning away from the case.
As she returned to where Lucille waited she removed the gloves. "I guess we won't need these anymore," she told Lucille. "Seeings how the monkey/frog thing is back in the box now." She gave Lucille her best smile. "Thank you soo much for working with me," she told her pleasantly. "I think we work well together" she told Lucille cheerfully hoping the other girl felt the same.
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Back to the box with the Clabbert
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