Maisy Wigglington

August 29, 2023 12:02 PM
By the time their first semester had finished, Maisy had managed to get her stuff together enough to feel like a real teacher. She almost never swore in front of the students anymore, and surprisingly (to her), all of her students were passing. She looked forward to the start of the new term and fresh lessons, and she had arranged something special for their first week back.

“Alright, class, listen up,” she said as the last of her intermediates got settled, “I’ve gotten us a new class pet, and today, you’ll be learning how to care for him.”

She reached under her desk and pulled out a medium-sized cardboard box. It had holes punched in the side, and it rocked under the shifting weight of its contents. Melody had hand-selected this beast over the holidays, getting the proper licensure from the government and permission from the school.

“This,” she said, opening the box and pulling out a small ball of fluff, “Is Magnus, and he is a half-Kneazle.” Magnus’s orange fur matched her own hair, and his tufted ears were as soft as baby’s breath. Maisy could say that she had chosen him, but the reality was that he’d chosen her, batting at her shoelaces. She had gone ahead pretreated his fur with a dander-eliminator, to ward off any allergies her students might have.

“Kneazles are notoriously scrupulous when it comes to their owners. They don’t like shifty people. They are also incredibly intelligent creatures, and need plenty of mental stimulation. We have three tasks today, divided into years. Fifth years, you will be designing his enclosure. As much as he and I would both like for him to free-roam, it simply isn’t safe. His enclosure will need plenty of room for him to move around, a place for him to sleep, and anything else you might think would be nice. I've got an empty kennel in the back corner.” The kennel was more of a tower, with multiple levels all caged in.

“Fourth years, I’m tasking you with making interesting toys with these bits and bobs right here. Be creative, you can transfigure or glue or whatever. He likes most things that a cat would like, and some things that a dog would like. Feel free to test them out on him as you work through your ideas.”

“Thirds, you guys are looking at what sort of things he can eat, both daily and as special treats. I have some Kneazle-safe ingredients over there,” Maisy pointed out a basketful of a variety of fruits and vegetables and meats, “Use your textbooks to research it before you feed him, please.”

Pleased that everyone was looking engaged (except the Scapetello girl, but she was never exactly enthusiastic), Maisy clapped her hands together. “Let’s get started!”
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Xarryn Bavol

September 01, 2023 9:02 PM
One of Xarryn's favorite classes was Care of Magical Creatures. The wand waving ones were all fun, too, of course (except that Professor Wright could get long winded, and the Transfiguration theories confused him, but he like doing the spell work), but there was definitely something to be said for a class that was all about taking care of animals.

"Aww," he joined in when the professor pulled the little ball of orange fluff out of its box. Magnus was adorable.

He waited for his year's assignment and was mildly dissapointed that they just had food when the other yeargroups got to make things that would last, but little baby kneazles did need to eat, and he knew food was a good way to get any animal to like you, so he joined the other third years around the basket of foodstuffs.

He was 90% sure cats were primarily carnivores, so he picked up a piece of fish. A closer look showed there were no bones and no scales, so it was probably safe to eat as is. The teacher had said to check the textbook first, though, so he turned to one of his yearmates who had brought theirs with them, and asked, "Fish is good right? I can't imagine a cat who doesn't like fish."
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Robyn Lundstrom

September 01, 2023 9:45 PM
Care of Magical Creatures was being weird again. Their assignment was literally ‘make cat food’ like that wasn’t something you could just buy. Or like, if you wanted to be super healthy and organic, you could just give your cat… fish or chicken or whatever. Okay, did Robyn know the exact amounts and quantities and nutrient balance you should feed a cat? No. But she knew that you could google that.

Well, obviously wizards couldn’t, but this didn’t feel like an essential life skill. Especially as she was more of a dog person.

She preferred wandwork classes. They gave her more to think about, and she had to push all the stresses of her regular life to the sides in order to not blow things up. She was really good at not blowing things up. Always had been. She’d gotten consistent results, unlike Xavier, and never hit a weird phase of overdoing it and having to be removed for other people’s safety. She prided herself on that, and on every opportunity she had to prove that she was in control, if only of the tiny little world on her desk.

They were working in grade levels, and she took a space next to Xarryn. He was one of those people that she liked but seemed to find it hard to get into his orbit properly. She hoped that coming to support him at the Quidditch day had counted for something, even though she hadn’t got onto the pitch, for fear of being the odd one out with Samara and Lyla. But she needed more people, so that she wasn’t just constantly leaning on Lyla, and maybe making cat food together would be the thing that bonded her Xarryn as proper buds, unlikely as that seemed.

“Sounds good,” she agreed, regarding the fish, not bothering to consult the textbook tucked under her arm for the question. “I guess we should work out portion size,” she said, adjusting the book so she could flick through. “And… I dunno. Do we need to do anything more for flavour? Or like you say, cats like fish, so fish flavour seems good enough?”
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