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Ministry Shio
28 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ She/Her

6/02/18


It was a hot afternoon, even in the relative shade of the eucalyptus trees of the central gardens. A number of fold out tables had been set up in the shade, complete with chairs and baskets of equipment. Closest to the tree was a wood bench covered with a patchwork quilt and strewn with chalk and odd herbs.
Scented pouches hung from the branches of the trees, charmed to give off a cool breeze as they dangled so that the air surrounding the tables was a good ten degrees colder than it should have been.

Rue paced around the circumference of the gardens, speaking quietly to the empty air and making odd gestures each time she paused. A flash of green lit from under her feet and she smiled, satisfied. The wards were set, none of the Neighbours would be able to enter should they come looking for her.
‘… and in her right hand, a silver dagger~’
She hummed to herself as she looked over the equipment once more. The roll - check. The subjects - check. Potion - check. Gloves - check. First aid kit - check.
‘She says that I, can’t be your bride~’

All that she needed now were her students. Rue looked at her watch, ten minutes until class time. Oh she did hope she wouldn’t have to give anyone detention on her first day…

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Student/Janitor✩ Shell
16 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She/Her

(Geraldine Richter)

First herbology class of the term. Geraldine was quite excited--she liked herbology. She liked, at least in the past, most of the classes she had elected to take this year. While some were better at aggravating her frustrations than others, that tended to come more from interrelations with her peers, or the way she strove to be the best student she could, trying to top the others in her year where and when possible. It came from a place of pride.

Hearing it was outside, she couldn't help but groan, however. The summers were hot, unruly, and her tan was slowly starting to turn back into a burn again from the blistering sun. She had a bad habit of often forgetting to put on sunscreen. She knew some of the teachers threw fits about hats, so she didn't bring hers, but did still opt to wear her sunglasses. If the teacher had a problem she'd deal with it at the time, she wasn't about to go blinding herself or burning the skin around her eyes.

Ugh, Merlin's beard it was hot. She could feel herself starting to sweat by the time she neared the posted location, noting a checkered cloth over a wooden bench and some items hanging from the trees--which, she noted, smelled fairly nice. The heat was unruly. Why, why did this have to be outside? 

She looked around, about five minutes early, her books and things in a side-bag. She raised an eyebrow. What...were they supposed to do now? She noticed a woman she hadn't seen before, one with striking red hair and bright green eyes. Something seemed ... off about her. It was unsettling, to say the least. Geraldine decided to wait for the other students.

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Ministry Shio
28 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ She/Her

(Timothea Dracias)

Geraldine (nor, indeed, the professor) didn't have to wait long before the crunch of feet on grass became audible. A second later, if one were to turn their head, the person those sounds were originating from came into view: an averagely slender girl of average height and an average head of brown hair, who had an uncommonly mischievous grin on her face as she walked into the area with a sprightly step. Perhaps it was because she liked herbology--perhaps it was because she had finally cracked the code to the perfect stinkbomb recipe. Maybe it was even both.

With Tim Dracias, it was rather hard to tell.

"Huh," she murmurs to herself through heavy breaths--she wasn't much for walking, or indeed much physical activity. "Second one here. What the hell?"

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Sturt Blackbird
16 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

It was hot as all hell.

Samhain had pulled back her long hair, just to help keep her cool. But, unfortunately, it was rather uncomfortable, as she could no longer hide behind her hair. How did people do this every day?

It was easy to find the class, as there were fold out tables set up under some trees. As she approached, she could smell something in the breeze, and the air seemed to get cooler.

Samhain took a moment to look around, before hurrying over to an empty table away from the students that were already there. She sat down, with her head low, and began to pull out her supplies.

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Bourke ☆ Fifth Year ☆ StudentRika
15 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She | Her | Hers

Savannah’s long, dark and think hair was pulled up into a messy bun near the top of her head. While wearing her hair up like that allowed what little breeze there was to cool the back of her neck, it was countered by the fact that she was sure she was getting sunburned, even though she’d used quite a lot of high grade sunscreen! Normally, she would have been wearing a hat, but she’d forgotten it and besides, it wouldn’t sit over the top of her bun. Brushing little strands of hair away from her eyes, Savannah followed a couple of other students in the direction she knew her Herbology class was being held.

Arriving at the group, and finding that the tables that were set up didn’t have a distinct ‘front’ and ‘back’ of classroom feel, Savannah paused for a moment before moving to join another girl at an empty table. She flashed a wide smile at the other student, who looked to be about her age and was in a Sturt house, from the looks of her uniform. Glancing at the teacher – it looked like the woman was still waiting for a few more students – Savannah leaned towards the other girl a bit so she could speak without being too loud, but would also be easily over-spoken by the teacher should she begin to teach.

“Hi! I’m Savannah.” She smiled warmly, before digging into her bag to pull her text book, note book, and assorted accessories onto the table. She didn’t really have much to add to her introduction. While Savannah got along well enough with the people she interacted with, she didn’t have a lot of people she would call a friend. Not for a lack of wanting friends, but mostly because she tended to get absorbed in her school work, her latest novel, or generally day dreaming. She was shy, generally, which probably didn’t help, though she could also be extroverted enough to actively introduce herself to someone who looked even less social than she was!

@Samhain Eros

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Repository ☆ Seventh Year Angie
17 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him

The heat didn't bother him.

In the jungle, it was far hotter. He was used to the heat and humidity. Granted, he had water nearby and in this place he only had plants. But he knew plants. He got plants. He could dig in the dirt and recall facts because he had actually felt around said plants. Having to learn from a book seemed almost secondary. Almost. He could recite facts about the vines and shrubs he'd learned about last year because he had spent enough time touching them. He knew how pigments formed. He could test out theories on the jungle foliage back home. He could actually get plants. Which, according to his mum, was... odd.

The Professor was the first person to catch Orion's eye. She seemed a little like a wood sprite that had accidentally wandered onto the grounds and appeared in a place of comfort surrounded by vegetation. He kept his eyes on her as he moved forward, glancing around at the few other familiar faces. Nearly all of them looked as though the heat was getting to them. The only thing Orion regretted was that there wasn't a pool to lounge in so they could learn and be comfortable at the same time.

But that would be a distraction.

At least he made it on time today.

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Ministry Shio
28 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ She/Her

Rue looked up at the sound of Geraldine’s approach, setting a heavy book down on the table and clicking her tongue in sympathy.
‘Come under the tree, dear. It’s cooler.’

Frowning, she approached the young woman, tilting her head from side to side as she examined her face and tutted. Turning around, she snagged a large tub of sunscreen out from under the table. It was the stock kind, bought from coles that morning - cancer council. 
‘Slather yourself with this. I won’t have you burning on my first day.’ She pushed the bottle at Geraldine and turned to greet her other students, waving happily.

‘Ah! Good.’ She stood on her toes, pointing at each in turn and counting under her breath. ‘Five already. Excellent.’
She produced a clipboard stuffed high with tattered papers, dug in the pockets of her long skirt and found a fountain pen.
‘Sign your names away and find a comfortable spot. Don’t be shy! It’s much cooler under the pouches.’ Rue pointed above her head to the gently turning sachets hanging from the branches, which gave off the scent of mint leaves and a cool flurry of air. 

Rue studied her watch for a moment, frowning. The class had five minutes to start and she didn’t really want to rush into things. Nor did she want to have to mark students late on the first day. She decided to give them another ten minutes all up before the red ink came out.
‘Alright! I might as well introduce myself. Good morning everyone. My name is Rue Delaney and I will be your Herbology professor. I’d love to learn everyone’s names but I’m a forgetful sort so you’ll have to forgive me if I get any of them wrong.’ She smiled distractedly, tucking a stray lock of bright red hair behind her ears.

‘Seeing as I’m as unfamiliar with you as you are with me, why don’t you all tell me a bit about yourselves and how much you know about plants? It gives me something to work with.’ She paused, hands tucked into her skirt and clearly waiting for volunteers.

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Repository ☆ First Year Guest
10 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She/Her

Ilia sat uncomfortably in her table. This was so uncomfortable, she wished they were using desks, and inside a proper classroom. Out here, she couldn't have her usual seat: against the wall, front row. So she'd compromised, sitting in the table that was the most 'right' from the teacher's position. Her supplies were placed in front of her, and she fiddled with a stick in her hands. Anything to keep her fingers busy, to help calm her down.

She looked around once the teacher finished her spiel, waiting for someone else to volunteer. But, when it seemed no one else would, she raised her hand, before speaking. "My name is Ilia. I'm a Bourke, of course. My parents were both Muggles, so I don't know much about Magical plants. I'm pretty good with Muggle plants, though." once done, she sat back down, fiddling with the stick again.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Student/Janitor✩ Shell
16 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She/Her

Gerry moved beneath the shade of the tree as she was instructed, pessing her tongue against the inside of her cheek as she waited for the others.  The teacher, who's face being in her own was making the teen even more uneasy than she already was, quickly shoved a bottle of sunscreen into her hands and she was told to 'slather' herself with it.  Sighing, she gave a shrug and opened the bottle, pouring some into her hand and slowly covering her arm, beck, ears and face with the sunscreen.

When she finished, she dropped the bottle back in the tub the professor had pulled it from, noticing that other students had found their way.  She noted immediately that there was no one she was terribly fond of.  Ah, well, that's how it went.

Geraldine looked above her at a pouch, tapping it with a finger with enough force to make it sway a little.  She pressed her lips together and looked around as their new professor decided introductions were in order.  She hoped this wasn't going to be a thing this year.    "Yeah... Name's Gerry.  If any of you know me, it's probably because of Quidditch.  I keep a garden.  Took this course every year, will keep doing so.  Next."

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Repository ☆ Seventh Year Angie
17 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him

Oh, boy. More class participation. Orion studied his hands for a moment as the person next to him answered. He gave her an appraising sort of look as she said she was known for Quidditch. She wasn't on his house team, but she was on another team. Yeah, he knew who she was. He couldn't remember ever seeing her in class before or remembering anything she'd done.

Orion moved under shade, breathing a sigh of relief. As a young man, he often perspired far more than anyone else. Likely they would all be dripping if they were in the direct light, but the air here was definitely cooler. 

"I'm Orion." He gave a giant wave with his hand. "I grew up in the jungle. Umm... I lived next door to people who raised magical clover. They used to sell the actual oils to Apothecaries. I love magic bamboo plants. And that's about it." Having grown up in a nonmagical world, for the most part, he was so unfamiliar with almost everything. There were just hints and bits and pieces about his life that were magical, not muggle and he was still struggling to piece everything together.

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Sturt Blackbird
16 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

Samhain fiddled with her journal as she waited for class to start, although she was careful not to bend the papers. She was always careful with her belongings, keeping them meticulous. Her father would be furious if she had to replace some of her supplies this early in the semester.

She looked up as she sensed someone approach, seeing a girl in Bourke colors. Samhain looked around hesitantly, before realizing she was talking to her. "Uh, hello... I'm Samhain." she answered hesitantly, before turning back to her supplies when it seemed Savannah was distracted.

Urgh, more class participation? Why couldn't she have taken a class that would let her melt into the wall. When there was a lull, she raised her hand, before answering, "I-I'm S-Samhain, like the fe-festival. Um... th-there isn't m-much to s-say ab-about me. I c-can u-usually s-s-say wh-whether a plant i-is m-med-edicin-inal or not." She stammered, before looking back at her table once she was done. Nobody needed to know why she knew that, of course.

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Ministry Shio
28 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ She/Her

Rue smiled reassuringly at Samhain, filing all the information away in her mind for a later date. Geraldine’s prior experience didn’t tell her much, which was frustrating. Ah well.
‘We’ll make a start then.’
She picked up the roll and started through through it with her fountain pen, changing the ink to green and red as needed to tally up the house points.

Quote

 

PRESENT Samhain Eros - Sturt + 15 House Points

ABSENT Frankie Oliver - Sturt - 15 House Points

ABSENT Jackson Renner - Sturt - 15 House Points

PRESENT Geraldine Richter - Sturt + 15 House Points

 

PRESENT Orion Arua-Karras - Bourke + 15 House Points

PRESENT Ilia Collins - Bourke + 15 House points

PRESENT Savannah Ryan - Bourke + 15 House Points

 

PRESENT Timothy Dracias - Flinders + 15 House Points

ABSENT Siwan Llewellyn - Flinders - 15 House Points

 

ABSENT Albertine Bellerose - Spencer - 15 House Points

ABSENT Kenna Westmore - Spencer - 15 House Points

Total: 

Sturt + 30 - 30 = 0

Bourke + 45 = +45

Flinders + 15 - 15 = 0

Spencer  -30 = -30

 

Rue frowned, tapping her lip with her pen in thought as she considered the final tallies. 

‘Okay we have a number of students still missing, but I’ll knock ten points off their penalty so long as they arrive and complete the task today.’

Placing the clipboard down, she faced the class and indicated the objects on the table before her with a wide sweep of her hands. The table contained a central basket of banksia pods, some soft bristled paint brushes, a box of gardening gloves and several glass jars filled with a thick golden liquid.

‘I’m sure you are all at least passingly familiar with faeries. You may have heard stories about them. But the most important lesson you will ever learn from Mr Eron and myself is that you must never insult a fairy creature.’ Her expression was grave. Ever. It may be the last thing you ever do.’

Rue smiled again, trying to be reassuring. Of course what we consider ‘rude’ may be quite different from what the fair folk do. In general, avoid insults, politely refuse all gifts, and never thank them for their work. Anything that implies that you owe them a favour might put you on the hook for something unpleasant later down the road.’

She pulled on a pair of gloves and picked up a banksia pod, showing them to the class. ‘I’m sure you all recognise these but just in case: These are seed pods from the banksia tree, very common throughout Australia. They appear quite ordinary, but if you know how, you can get them to talk.’ She rapped one with her knuckles. ‘These creatures are not fae, but they make useful go-betweens if you are not confident in your skill in communicating with fairies. They also make excellent practice.’

Placing the banksia pod back down, she picked up a jar of honey. ‘Banksia people are extremely rude, so be prepared for some foul language. And I don’t want to hear you repeat any of it! Understand? You’re all adults. I’m sure I can trust you.’ She unscrewed the top of the jar. ‘Unlike humans, fairies don’t take insult to banksia people. They find them quite amusing and they generally cannot do them any real harm, as they are both magical. This means that you can practice your fairy etiquette with banksias, but you can also use them to pass messages and requests on to the fair folk without fear of mistakes.’

She held up the jar. ‘Of course, Banksia’s don’t normally talk. That’s where this comes in.’ 

Rue reached into her robe pocket and produced her wand, turning around to write in the air as if it were a chalkboard. The letters stood out easily in the slight shade of the tree. 

‘This is your recipe. I suggest you write it down in your books. I’ve prepared a mixture in advance for today.’

The writing read:

1 cup of wattle honey

Mix with a teaspoon of morning dew

Add crushed mint to taste

Charge by the sun for 3 days.

Or the moon for 2 days.

Please note: Cloudy days don’t count. You’ll have to leave it out for three sunny days, they don't have to be consecutive.

Rue put the unscrewed jar down on the table and picked up the banksia once more.

‘So all you need to do for today is take a little bit of the honey on your brush, like so’ - she dipped a brush in the jar. ‘And smear it on the banksia pod. You should aim to get it into one of the little ‘mouth’ like open pods for the best effect.’

There was a pause as she did so. The banksia in her hand shuddered, shedding dust and excess bark until three mismatched eyes opened in the pod, dropping seeds everywhere.

‘Bloody hell Lady! What time do you call this?’ It yawned widely. ‘Woke me up from the best dream I’ve had in ages.’ It glared around at the class. ‘Ugh. Let’s get on with it then!’ The banksia opened and closed its mouth as if chewing for a moment, seeming to settle down a little as it registered the honey mixture. ‘… pretty bloody good stuff this…’

Rue cleared her throat, looked at the class and laid a finger on her lips with a wink - she then proceeded to say something quite rude to the plant, though notably she didn’t use any foul language. The little thing promptly went still and closed it’s mouth with an audible snap. No matter how Rue prompted it with more honey, it remained silent.

‘And that’s why they make good practice. If you’re rude to them, raise your voice even a little, they’ll stop talking. They’ll do whatever they can to provoke you. So watch your tongue. Oh and they bite, so don’t forget your gloves.’

She put her instruments down on the table, stripped off her gloves and dusted her fingers.

‘Right then! Everything you need is right here. Form groups if you like. Sit where you like within reason. I want you to talk to these little ones, ask anything you like and make a note of what you found interesting or boring about the experience and hand in your notebooks at the end of class.’ She checked her watch. ‘We’ve got just under 40 minutes. I think that will be sufficient.’

Rue returned to her little seat under the tree, picking up her book. ‘If you’ve any questions I’ll be right here, and I’ll come around to check your progress as we go.’ 

She considered for a moment before waving her wand again. 

‘End of term homework is to make your own honey mixture. As long as it works you’ve passed. Though if the banksias particularly like your brew, you’ll get extra points.’ 


((OOC:
For absent players - if you post in this thread participating in class then the house point penalty will drop to -5. Homework can be done just by discussing with me on Discord or PM. Just let me know how well you want your character to do and I'll award points accordingly. If you like we can rp it out, but it's obviously not necessary.))

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Flinders ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Flinders Student✩ Chromatic
16 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

She was late, and that would not stand. But, there was nothing to do about it now than to show up anyways and hope that her professor would be understanding. After all, this was a new school to Siwan, and when she showed up to the designated classroom, no one was there. But there was a note hanging on the door. She quickly consulted a rudimentary map she had drawn for herself, and made her way towards the central grounds. After the shifting staircases and trick doors of Hogwarts, this was easy, but it would take a couple of weeks before she could find her way around. 

She had made a habit of applying sunscreen before she left her room in the morning now, and going outside without a hat made her shudder. Her skin was very fair after all, and the wide brim on her sunhat offered full shade for her face and neck. Even though she saw other students had removed their hats int he shade of the tree, Siwan did not remove hers as she approached. 

"I am so sorry about this! I'm not usually late." She said to the professor. "I'm Siwan Llewellyn." She took a seat and glanced at what her classmates were working on and was brought up to speed and quickly copied notes that she would transcribe into a more legible form later. 

She was well versed in the Fair Folk, and watched happily as her classmates conversed with the pods (which she was unfamiliar with only because they were not easily procured in Scotland), waiting for her turn. 

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Repository ☆ Fifth Year Dunkle
16 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

Hine was running.She had gone to the wrong place twice already, and was thoroughly confused about the layout of the school. Not the best impression for the new school, especially for a class she wanted to excel in. Her dark hair had come loose of it's tie, and must have looked wild and crazy as she came into the room, coming to a stop a moment too late to not make a fuss.

"Uh... I'm Hine. I'm uh... new."

Her voice faltered, and after a moment she slunk into the back of the room, and began taking down the recipie, trying to not draw attention to herself. This was supposed to be an easy class, she thought as she began. But all these ingredients? She didn't know them. The techniques, yeah, but these weren't herbs she knew from working the greenhouse back home. 

She was in trouble. And she didn't know anyone to help.




OOC: Sorry! I'm new!
 

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Student/Janitor✩ Shell
16 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She/Her

This teacher was pissing her off.  She wished the last one hadn't quit and she hoped to high hell that this one would quit by the end of the year.  She couldn't handle two years of this crap if this was how classes were going to be.  She might have to up her Quidditch game because it looked like her back up plan was starting to fall out.

The way she dropped fairies into the same category yas any other creature by associating Eron with it was downright insulting, and wrong.  She might have had the odd opinion out on the matter, but it didn't matter to her.  And then the teacher not only carried on about it, but kept discussing fairies as if they were actually in some sort of comc class.  She'd had enough.

"Excuse you, have you not heard of the Sentient Species Act?  Stop talking as if they're little more than a garden gnome.  Learn some respect, or get off that podium lady."  She folded her arms and glared at her.  "Besides, this is herbology.  If you want to teach," and she pulled out some air quotes before refolding her arms, " 'fae ethics and manners', then boot yourself over to a law class, or take over the creature one yourself since you seem so intent on dragging them down."

But it seeme dobvious very quickly the entire lesson, and homeowrk, was going to be talking to these stupid thigns to learn how to 'speak' to fairies. She was done for today.  She rolled her eyes and knocked the nearest items off the table that she could, grabbed her bag, and left class.  This was bullshit.

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Repository ☆ Fifth Year Dunkle
16 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

Hine looked over her shoulder at Geraldine's rapid departure, hiding a smile the best she could before returning to having a serious face looking towards the professor, waiting for any kind of reply. The outburst was dramatic, sure, but she tried to keep it out of her mind, and more importantly off her face, as she recorded the recipe in her book.
"Awesome" she whispered to herself as she scanned the room looking for a work partner.

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Sturt Blackbird
16 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

Samhain watched as the teacher began to go through the roll, before dropping her gaze to the table again. She listened as the teacher began to speak, writing down what she determined to be important.

-Never insult Fae
-Mr. Eron?
-Fae view rude different
-Avoid insults
-Polite refuse gifts
-Never thank them
-Never owe a favor

She also was quick to write down what the woman said on Banksia pods. Were they sentient? That didn't make any sense, but since when did magic make sense?

The Sturt girl jotted down the recipe, wondering what it was for. Thankfully, the professor was quick to explain, and her eyes widened at what the woman said to the banksia pod. That was... seriously unprofessional.


She grimaced as she was told they could work in groups but, thankfully, it didn't seem mandatory.

Unfortunately, things went topsy turvy. The blonde haired girl spoke up, being completely unrespectful, and Samhain went still, feeling like her throat was closing in on itself. This was bad. The teacher was going to get mad. This was very, very bad. Without thinking, she reached for her wand.

Instinctively, she cowered as the girl knocked items off the table, not seeing the girl, but someone else. She could hardly breathe, and only managed an "Excuse me!" before grabbing her bag and bolting, racing towards the main buildings where she could panic in peace. Without thinking, she left her journals out on the table.

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Repository ☆ First Year Guest
10 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She/Her

Ilia listened intently as the professor spoke, before demonstrating what to do. Her eyes widened at the sight of the banksia pods, wondering what they had to do about this. To her shock, it turned out to be sentient, to the point that it had a mouth and snapped its mouth shut when she offended it.

The ten year old tilted her head as she recieved her Banskia pod, before hesitantly starting up the best conversation a ten year old could have with a seed pod.

She was startled at a sudden explosion of sound, watching as a girl stormed off after throwing stuff everywhere, and another girl took off at a run. What was going on?

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Ministry Shio
28 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ She/Her

Rue couldn’t do much but stand there silently while the young lady walked out of the classroom. She blinked. Well, that didn’t go well at all. She sighed and made a mental note to contact her later. 

She turned to address the class that remained, nodding gently to the newcomers.

‘I apologise if anything I have said over the last few minutes left you with the impression that I do not few fairies as sentient, intelligent beings on equal footing with us. Because they are. My point is simply that they operate on laws often unknown and incomprehensible to us, and demand respect. Not doing so is liable to be dangerous. Remember Hippogriffs.’

She tilted her head. ‘Herbology, Potions and Care of Magical Creatures all have some overlap. Please defer to the relevant professors for their expertise.’

She was angry with herself as what Geraltine had said finally clicked. Care of Magical Creatures, right. That did seem like something of a faux pas. But then what was deemed ‘sentient’ seemed so arbitrary. Were hippogriffs not sentient? Despite their complicated systems of honour and pride?

‘If you’ll excuse me. I’d best check on the young lady who just left.’ She meant Samhain. She’d sensed some distress. 

It wasn’t as though she could entirely leave the classroom, that would be irresponsible. But once she was out of earshot of the rest of the class she called softly to Kiki, giving her a piece of paper to carry to Samhain. 

‘Make sure she’s okay for me, please?’ With a small yowl, the cat raced off. 

Samhain would find a small black cat following her with a note in her jaws that read:

Are you alright? 

Please send a response with Kiki, I can provide you with class notes later if you wish.

Ps. Don’t be nervous, Kiki gives wonderful hugs.

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