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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Waverly Canterbury - Pecari
April 28, 2012 6:37 PM
What sharp teeth you have! by Waverly Canterbury - Pecari
Waverly had always wondered where the old COMC professor had gone from last year. Though this professor seemed really enthusiastic about COMC, she had gotten to know the other professor a little bit better. Oh well! Things moved on, she supposed. And besides, he had green eyes like her! A kindred spirit already. She had worked hard on her essay on Bowtruckles, entranced by the strange creatures. Care of Magical Creatures was easily becoming her favorite class. Taking care of animals was one thing, but learning about the different magical creatures that existed was quite another.After turning in her essay, she sat down in the clearing, comfortable now with having class outside, and waited for class to start. When Professor Morgan said that the creature they were studying today was a cross between a monkey and a frog, she frowned, trying to understand what they might look like. Even when the professor revealed the creature, she had to blink a few times to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Though she should have been used to seeing weird-looking creatures, it still surprised her how weird they could look.
The teeth looked really scary, she had to admit, but if they were going to interact with the Clabbert in a beginner's class, it couldn't be that dangerous. Right?
Waverly had tied back her brown hair beforehand and was quick to get a pair of dragon-hide gloves to put on. They were a little bulky, but it would protect her hands. That's all that really mattered anyway. As in every class, she had to look for a partner, but first she went to get a Clabbert. When she looked at it, it seemed friendly enough. She picked it up and smiled at it. "Hello, Clabbert." The Clabbert looked up at her, its long arms nestled into itself as she held it like a baby. She touched its arm and it made as to bite her, but she pulled back quickly. "No!" she said, talking to it as she would talking to a pet. "Bad Clabbert."
Waverly carried the Clabbert, slightly wary of it now, back to her spot on the log and sat it down. It sat there watching her and she looked at the pustule on its forehead. It was weird-looking, but she probably looked weird to the Clabbert too. "First thing's first: I've got to name you."
It was then that someone approached and she looked up. "Hi," she said. "Do you want to be partners? I was just about to name the Clabbert. What do you think we should name it?" Waverly always got way too attached to the magical creatures they worked with in this class, dangerous or not.
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Waverly Canterbury - Pecari
What sharp teeth you have!
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Cepheus Princeton, Crotalus
April 29, 2012 12:34 AM
And what large eyes. by Cepheus Princeton, Crotalus
Cepheus had never liked having class outside. It was abnormal, against what he was used to. However, it did keep him from falling asleep in his least favourite class. He had his own sensible pets at home, like his crup Montgomery. He had cats, birds, and peacocks at home as well, but crups were the only pets that he was really interested in, his own especially. Of course, owls were necessary as well, and the eagle-owl he had had trouble naming last year finally had grown a bit and had a name: Roscoe. Cepheus was rubbish at naming his pets, which was why he only owned two. He wasn't a big animal person anyway.Cepheus went into the clearing where class was to be held and put down his book bag. He kept on his outer robes, preferring not to be vulnerable in case the animal the beast they were studying today was dangerous. He didn't bother unpacking his things yet, watching instead, bored, as the professor began class. He did have to ruffle through his bag in order to hand in his essay, which he had slaved over. There was nothing in his mind that was interesting about bowtruckles, for Merlin's sake.
After handing in his essay, he listened halfheartedly to the lecture, preferring to stare at the clabbert and make it start pulsating just by looking at it. It didn't work, surprisingly enough, and the lecture was over soon enough. Cepheus got up lazily, not wanting to get near one of those animals. He'd have to see someone who already had one of those creatures. As his blue eyes scanned the area, he caught sight of the muggle-born who had talked to him last year. Since then, they hadn't interacted, but perhaps with her the clabbert's pustule would pulse red quicker.
He sauntered over to her with all the English schoolboy pride he had in him with his book bag over his shoulder. She noticed him and was quick to engage him in conversation, not surprising him at all. She had seemed rather talkative the last time they'd met. "I'm surprised its thing hasn't pulsed red yet with you here," he said casually, as if he wasn't insulting her. He placed his bag down on the floor and sat on the other side of the clabbert. "And I didn't walk over here to just stare at your clabbert."
Cepheus's nose wrinkled. Why bother naming such a creature? "I'm rubbish at names," he told her, still in that haughty way of his. "It took me nearly six months to name my owl." He never understood why people enjoyed pets and naming them so much. Perhaps it was a female thing. His mother loved getting cats and naming them all sorts of strange names, and his best friend Emma, who went to Hogwarts, was like that too. Georgina and Dorian liked the single pet they owned the same way Cepheus liked the one crup he owned. His owl he could care less about, though it was a good companion to have when he was here at school missing Monty.
"All right, I suppose we'd better start, then. I say someone creeps up behind it with their wand out." He didn't know how one could fool a clabbert into making the thing on its head pulse red. They'd know the difference between real danger and fake danger, couldn't they? Shouldn't they, for Merlin's sake? What else could they be good for than that?
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Cepheus Princeton, Crotalus
And what large eyes.
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Waverly
April 30, 2012 12:45 AM
I dub thee...Scooter! by Waverly
Waverly smiled at Cepheus, glad it was someone she hadn't talked to in awhile. His first statement confused her for a moment, but he quickly said something else which made her forget it. "Right." She looked back at the Clabbert. She had forgotten just a little that Cepheus was pretentious. Oh well. If she had to deal with him, she'd deal with him. Besides, he seemed pretty smart and nice when he wanted to be."You have an owl? What's its name?" she asked, green eyes blinking up at him. She had really wanted a pet to bring to school, but her parents didn't believe in pets. First of all, because her dad was allergic to cats, and second because her mom owned a bakery and didn't want a shedding pet around that smelled bad. Waverly and her sister had begged and pleaded once, but to no avail. Even now, her mom had asked her where exactly she was going to keep an owl if she got one, and Waverly hadn't had an answer for that. So no owl. It was a sad life.
Waverly looked at the Clabbert again who was staring at Cepheus. "I think I'll name it Scooter." She smiled. "Scooter," she repeated. "I like it." She stood up and brushed off her bottom and looked at her partner.
"Okay, your call. I don't know how to get the pustule pulsing red." She thought for a moment. "Suspicious activity. That's what we need." Her eyes brightened with a sudden idea. "I know! We can have one of us 'sneak up' on the other and perform a jinx on them. Just a little one, not a harmful one." She looked at her partner sternly. "Okay? Now the question is, do you want to be the one jinxed or the attacker?" She really hoped Cepheus didn't know really mean jinxes because she had a feeling she was going to be the one getting jinxed.
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Waverly
I dub thee...Scooter!
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Cepheus
May 06, 2012 11:08 PM
I veto the name. It's as bad as "Rainbow." by Cepheus
Cepheus felt smug when she asked him what the name of his owl was. She definitely seemed interested which he blamed on her muggle upbringing. He was proud of his eagle owl. The other owl he'd received his very first year for his eleventh birthday had been a tawny owl, but he'd thrown such a fit the summer before his second year that his father had finally relented and bought him the owl he'd wanted originally. The tawny went to Rupert who liked it quite a lot. He would. Rupert had a soft spot for misfits."My owl's name is Roscoe," he said proudly. "He's an eagle owl." That last part probably wouldn't make a difference to her, but he was proud of it anyway. Even if the eagle owl was heavier than he'd first expected and sometimes bit him when he was unhappy, Cepheus liked him well-enough. As much as one could like an owl who carried mail, anyway. He'd have much preferred his crup here with him.
The muggle-born named the clabbert "Scooter," which Cepheus thought sounded lame. But he didn't know how exactly to name creatures he didn't care about so he went with it. Getting the pustle or whatever it was called to pulse red was going to be difficult. At least she was spot on concerning that bit. She fell silent and Cepheus thought for a moment himself. What exactly could count as "danger?" Merlin, this lesson was lame.
Cepheus raised his blonde eyebrows at her suggestion. Jinx her? A smirk grew on his face. "That sounds like a fine suggestion," he said, leaning his head back a little. "I'll be the attacker." What did she expect he'd pick, really? He had to think carefully about the jinx he was going to administer. It couldn't be too harmful or he'd get into trouble. He didn't think there were any sissy jinxes either, so it would have to be a moderate one. Even if the pustule pulsed red before he actually jinxed her, it would still be fun to do it anyway. Who actually asked someone to jinx them?
Whatever. It wasn't his business. "All right," he said carefully. "You have your back on me and talk to the clabbert or whatever and I'll sneak up on you." He wouldn't tell her what jinx, or that'd give the surprise away. His smirk was wide at this point and it was difficult to tone it down. Jelly-legs jinx. That's what he'd use. Harmless, yet hilarious to watch. "Turn around, now," he told her, and walked outside of the "classroom area" and watched Waverly behind the bushes. He waited until she was ready and then a few minutes more before sneakily creeping out and silently raising his wand. He whispered the incantation and watched the light shoot out and wrap itself around her legs before disappearing. Score.
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I veto the name. It's as bad as "Rainbow."
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Waverly
May 07, 2012 9:03 PM
Too bad! I like it. by Waverly
Waverly was jealous. She wanted an owl and by the looks of her partner, he probably had lots of them. He dressed like a rich wizard. Maybe, if they became good enough friends, he'd give her an owl for free and then her parents would have to allow her to keep it. Or else the poor little owl would have no home! She wondered if Cepheus treated his owl well. He didn't seem to have much of an interest in magical creatures.She did not like the smirk on Cepheus's face when he agreed to jinx her. Waverly was a little wary, but thoughts of getting an A on this was enough to sacrifice her dignity. Just a little bit, of course. She followed his directions and turned her back on him. She was a little scared of what jinx he was going to use, but focused on soothing Scooter.
"Hey there, Scooter. That's your name, you know," she whispered to the Clabbert soothingly. The Clabbert was watching her with its big eyes and she smiled. Its razor sharp teeth were a little disconcerting, but other than that the creature seemed really nice! She put a gloved finger on its arm and Scooter reached over, opening its jaws and she quickly pulled back. "Noooo, bad Scooter! Don't bite me! I'm your friend!" Scooter blinked at her and she smiled at him. Suddenly, Scooter's pustule started pulsing red and Waverly was about to turn around when she felt the spell on her legs. It was like something had wrapped around her legs and was controlling them. She couldn't stand and fell unceremoniously on her butt, legs wiggling in front of her without her permission.
Her legs felt really wobbly, but she was relieved that it hadn't been a harmful jinx. "Whoa," she said. "I think I'll sit here for a little while." She hated this feeling, but at least Scooter's pustule had pulsed red! She looked up at Cepheus from the ground. "His pustule turned red, so good job, I guess." She smiled. "Do you want to take him back?" she asked. "I can't really walk." Scooter was staring at Cepheus distrustfully, pustule still pulsing red. "You can borrow my gloves if you want," she added, taking them off and handing them to him.
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Waverly
Too bad! I like it.
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Cepheus
May 10, 2012 11:34 AM
Thank Merlin this is over. by Cepheus
Cepheus had a good laugh watching her fall, legs jiggling uncontrollably. He was glad that Dorian had taught it to him earlier this summer before Cepheus had been whisked off to India. It was highly entertaining and apparently a jinx loads of students at Hogwarts enjoyed. He stood up from behind the bushes and went to her, still chuckling a little. When he saw her facial expression, he laughed again. "Sorry, sorry," he said, trying to calm himself, but the image of her falling continued to play in his head and he had to press a knuckle to his mouth.He looked distrustfully at the clabbert. "Is this how I'll atone for my jinx? By taking the clabbert back?" He sighed, though he really didn't mean it. It was fair enough. She couldn't walk so that would prove highly difficult. He tried not to laugh again. Instead, he plucked the gloves out of her hand and put them on before reaching for the clabbert. "How do you hold one of these things?" he asked, wrinkling his pale nose. He awkwardly grabbed it by its arms, to which the clabbert writhed uncomfortably, but it was the best he could do. He marched it over as the clabbert glared at him and leant over to bite his finger. He succeeded, but it was only a prick through the thick glove. "Ouch!" Cepheus shouted, dropping the clabbert. The clabbert screeched at him.
He examined the glove, looking for a hole, and he narrowed his blue eyes at the creature. "Why you--!" He picked up the creature by one arm and marched it the rest of the way to the front of the class, the clabbert attempting to bite his fingers some more. He finally dropped the clabbert at the front and glared at it. "Go climb some trees or something," he told it and took off the gloves and put them back where Waverly had first got them. Then he marched back to the muggle-born.
"That's the worst creature we've had to study in this class," he said, annoyed. "And I thought bowtruckles were bad." He threw his head back and brushed a hand across his forehead, feeling his short blonde hair lying there lightly. "I hate this class." He held out a hand to Waverly unconsciously once he saw her legs stop shivering. "I don't know how you can make friends with creatures like that," he added in disgust. He examined his finger again. There was a somewhat deep prick in his forefinger and he scowled. "That blooming clabbert made me bleed!"
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Cepheus
Thank Merlin this is over.
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Waverly
May 12, 2012 10:33 PM
It's not over yet! by Waverly
Not being able to use her legs made Waverly feel vulnerable as she watched Cepheus leave her to take the Clabbert back. Of course, he didn't exactly have a worry-free trip. He even dropped Scooter once and Waverly wanted to yell at him, "Be careful!" Scooter was still a creature too! Cepheus was angry at the hybrid and he was quick to show it when he came back. "Bowtruckles aren't too bad," she replied as he hoisted her back up on her feet. It was nice that he'd noticed her legs stop shaking. "Where'd you learn that jinx?" she asked.Waverly wasn't very good at jinxes, but that was only because she wasn't interested in them. To her, jinxes were what bullies used and she didn't think they were helpful to the magical society. They were just mean-spirited "prank" spells. Unhelpful.
Apparently Scooter had bit Cepheus, and she gasped and grabbed his finger, ignoring his funny British slang. "Aw, bad Scooter," she sighed, and took her wand out of her pocket. "Hold still now, okay? I can heal it!" She knew very basic healing spells now along with basic cleaning spells. Those spells were helpful unlike the jinxes. She pointed her wand at the wound and said the incantation.
Immediately the wound started to close and in a few seconds, it was gone save for a tiny dot of red on his finger where the wound had been. "There," she said as-a-matter-of-fact. "All gone!" The blood was still there, but that could easily be wiped off. She let go of his hand and took a step back and smiled.
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Waverly
It's not over yet!
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Cepheus
May 17, 2012 1:27 AM
Merlin's beard... by Cepheus
Cepheus didn't concern himself with the muggle-born's idea of what creature was "not bad." Bowtruckles were pretty bloody bad in his mind and he was right. His family had been magical for longer so they would know better. Their knowledge, being passed down to him, made him know better, and therefore he was right. Obviously his logic wouldn't suffice Waverly's logic, so he said nothing. She was interested, however, in how he'd learnt the jinx, and he smirked smugly."My cousin taught it to me," he said. Dorian technically was his second cousin, but no one really cared until family reunions. Cepheus himself didn't keep track. Dorian was one of his best friends back in England. He just liked Dorian's immediate family, to keep it simple. They were usually the ones he socialised with during family gatherings. "He goes to Hogwarts," he continued. "It's a magical school in Scotland." He assumed she'd never heard of it, being of muggle birth and all. Cepheus could never imagine not knowing magic and his way of life.
Cepheus's first instinct was to pull his hand back when Waverly grabbed his finger. She shouldn't be touching him! She was of filthy blood! If she thought she was going to try and heal him, she was wrong. However, this time Cepheus seemed to be wrong. He was about to shout at her for touching him and yank his hand away, but she'd already said the incantation. Cepheus winced, expecting the worst from a muggle-born, but after a moment of squeezing his eyes shut and bracing himself for something horrible, he felt stupid and opened his blue eyes again.
Surprisingly, his wound was closed then and her simple spell had been successful. It was, for lack of a better word, shocking. Cepheus wished then that he had a handkerchief that his father had always told him to carry around just in case. He'd need it to wipe off the blood. He had a wild notion suddenly of wiping the blood off of his finger on Waverly, but it was quenched as the other mad notions that sometimes came into his brain. Instead, he left the blood there, unsure of where to wipe it off. "Obviously those dragon hide gloves aren't fully clabbert-proof," he said instead, looking at his finger and trying to hide his awkwardness. He didn't know exactly what to say to Waverly now.
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Cepheus
Merlin's beard...
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