Post by Cyan on Jun 19, 2012 12:16:37 GMT -5
So. Care of magical creatures, like potions, was not Cyan's favorite class. With magical creatures, which were not nearly as bad as potions, he often felt as though his life were threatened, and he really did not appreciate that. Honestly, he was grateful he would not have to worry anymore about certain classes after this school year. He had to do his best in his classes this year, study up extra for his OWLs, sit and hopefully pass his OWLs, and then he'd continue on the homestretch with classes he liked.
Right. So he had to do his best.
Cyan's blue eyes gazed over at the large heard of deadly hoofed things from a distance. One large gray-purple beasty bumped into and shook the "secure" pen. Its large horns could spear a wizard cleaner than a samurai sword through a rope.
Right. His best....
...You know, honestly, he preferred running away.
He slowly edged himself behind a tree downwind from the beasts. Cowardice had benefits, ya know? He pulled out an apple that was soaked in the se--er, very attractive Professor Pendragon's sleeping draught.
"Wingardium leviosa," he enunciated quietly, floating the apple over to one mishappen beasty that was seemed calmer than the others and was coolly grazing in a corner of the pen. He let the apple fall to the ground in front of it and stayed still as he watched the show.
It was not that he had any problems in particular with CoMC, but he didn't appreciate danger and... something always happened. Like when Finny brought a ridiculous pet in (or other hufflepuffs did, damn them) or when Chika (also a hufflepuff) accidentally pushed Cyan into the ring to face off against Occamy, which was like a snake and then some. Only less intimidating than a snake (for him).
This was part of the reason he sneaked over here alone and without a partner this time. Cassandra might yell at him or something, but she wasn't pestering him lately, so...
The four-thumbed thing sniffed at it and began chomping away. That was good.
And so Cyan waited.
And he waited.
And still he waited.
Eventually, eventually, the beasty finally toppled over and fell asleep. Eventually as in, like, twenty minutes. Cyan rubbed his hands along his cramped legs. Ow.
Then, as soon as he was able, he hustled on over and uncapped a jar.
He levitated it under one of the horns, maneuvering it until the horn closest to the ground stuck into the jar. Granted, collecting would have been easier with a partner.... Anyway, he then cast frendo and sawed through it--Powdered through it?--carefully until the end of the horn came off in the jar. Instead of relying on accio, he used the levitation charm again to carefully retrieve it without dropping the horn tip.
As soon as the item was in his hands, he scurried off until he was a good fifteen meters or so away.
He brushed his curls out of his face, relieved that no one busted in on his efforts and got him killed (i.e., hufflepuffs).
"Frendo," he said carefully, angling the point of his wand to aim at the pointy end of the horn. Apparently, no one else had come for this one yet? The solid horn soon broke into powder before his eyes, and the thicker end soon sank into the jar.
Once all was said and done, the jar was about three-quarters full. Was that half an ounce? Well, whatever. He labeled the jar with CoMC, Powdered Graphorn Horn, his name, his house, his year, and the date in an elegant cursive script.
One assignment down.
Right. So he had to do his best.
Cyan's blue eyes gazed over at the large heard of deadly hoofed things from a distance. One large gray-purple beasty bumped into and shook the "secure" pen. Its large horns could spear a wizard cleaner than a samurai sword through a rope.
Right. His best....
...You know, honestly, he preferred running away.
He slowly edged himself behind a tree downwind from the beasts. Cowardice had benefits, ya know? He pulled out an apple that was soaked in the se--er, very attractive Professor Pendragon's sleeping draught.
"Wingardium leviosa," he enunciated quietly, floating the apple over to one mishappen beasty that was seemed calmer than the others and was coolly grazing in a corner of the pen. He let the apple fall to the ground in front of it and stayed still as he watched the show.
It was not that he had any problems in particular with CoMC, but he didn't appreciate danger and... something always happened. Like when Finny brought a ridiculous pet in (or other hufflepuffs did, damn them) or when Chika (also a hufflepuff) accidentally pushed Cyan into the ring to face off against Occamy, which was like a snake and then some. Only less intimidating than a snake (for him).
This was part of the reason he sneaked over here alone and without a partner this time. Cassandra might yell at him or something, but she wasn't pestering him lately, so...
The four-thumbed thing sniffed at it and began chomping away. That was good.
And so Cyan waited.
And he waited.
And still he waited.
Eventually, eventually, the beasty finally toppled over and fell asleep. Eventually as in, like, twenty minutes. Cyan rubbed his hands along his cramped legs. Ow.
Then, as soon as he was able, he hustled on over and uncapped a jar.
He levitated it under one of the horns, maneuvering it until the horn closest to the ground stuck into the jar. Granted, collecting would have been easier with a partner.... Anyway, he then cast frendo and sawed through it--Powdered through it?--carefully until the end of the horn came off in the jar. Instead of relying on accio, he used the levitation charm again to carefully retrieve it without dropping the horn tip.
As soon as the item was in his hands, he scurried off until he was a good fifteen meters or so away.
He brushed his curls out of his face, relieved that no one busted in on his efforts and got him killed (i.e., hufflepuffs).
"Frendo," he said carefully, angling the point of his wand to aim at the pointy end of the horn. Apparently, no one else had come for this one yet? The solid horn soon broke into powder before his eyes, and the thicker end soon sank into the jar.
Once all was said and done, the jar was about three-quarters full. Was that half an ounce? Well, whatever. He labeled the jar with CoMC, Powdered Graphorn Horn, his name, his house, his year, and the date in an elegant cursive script.
One assignment down.