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Post by Jaxon Bronx Pietri on Nov 7, 2010 22:32:05 GMT -5
Jaxon entered the forest, his black boots squelching through the mud as he drew his cloak around him. How he hated robes, cloaks, and boots. That was the only thing he really missed about the Muggle world; here, you were expected to look decent (in the way that wizards consider decent). Especially when teaching. The Headmaster had ordered it so, but the professor did so willingly, albeit grudgingly. Once he began teaching, he forgot all about how uncomfortable he was and delved into his class. His nearly useless wand was left in his office, in the top drawer to the right. It wasn't as if it would do him much good even if he had needed it.
On this day, his class would not only take place out of the classroom but would be in the Forbidden Forest. It was usually off-limits to students but since his lesson was within, the rule ceased to apply. His class consisted of sixth and seventh year students so he expected to have little trouble with them. Their lesson was a hands-on learning concerning thestrals. Some of his students, he had heard, could see the skeletal creatures. Jaxon had thought of the many who would not be able to and had brought a book filled with detailed illustrations.
A snort brought him to a stop. The lead stallion lifted its head and turned it directly toward him, its beady eyes fixing upon him. Surprised, it unfolded its wings as if to scare him off, its ears falling flat against its skull. The others turned toward him, tensed to take flight. "Quiet now, Romne," he said and the thestrals instantly calmed. The herd knew him well and accepted him within their ranks. The professor approached, resting his hand on the stallion's wither. Steam hissed from its nostrils as it scented the air, then it nudged forcibly at the front of his cloak. Jaxon pulled back, putting his hand on its nose to stop it from advancing. He had brought the herd pieces of raw meat to keep them happy during the class period.
As soon as the others realized what was happening, they came forward like dogs waiting on treats. Even with treats, there were rankings. The stallion received its rather large piece of meat first, then a few of the others. The youngest always went last. Jaxon didn't question it -- it wasn't his place to attempt to change it. He was down to his last bit of meat and the last thestral. Excited, the yearling pushed his chest with its bony skull. The lead snorted loudly and the professor pushed the yearling away. "Don't do that or you won't get any."
In an instant, the young thestral struck out, snatching the meat from his hand. Jaxon scowled but there wasn't much he could do. Without warning, the young hellhorse kicked him in the chest, throwing him off his feet. A backward roll later and he was flat on his back, winded. The adrenaline pumping in his ears caused him to forget about the frosty ground and, weakly, he began to pull himself away from the threat. The skeletal beast tore at his cloak and robes with its teeth, looking for more of the meat and exposing his quickly-bruising chest. Jaxon kicked at the horse but it swiftly dodged the attack, clamping down on his right forearm.
"Get off -- Help!" he yelled as the thestral shook its head like a demented mutt. It was no use, no one from the castle would hear him. Even if his students were to show up, what could they do but run for help? If he were still alive by then.
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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on Nov 9, 2010 15:15:52 GMT -5
Nuriko was slightly creeped out by thestrals, the skeleton, lizard-like bodies just didn't work for her for some odd reason. She didn't hate them, she just didn't like them. It was a bit of an ick factor, but a fascinating one for they certainly were interesting creatures. Just disgusting. Slightly.
Nuriko had a free period before her Care of Magical Creatures class, and she had used it to full advantage on the pitch, getting in some practice with the other Ravenclaw beater, a chap by the name of Ronald Murphy, but everyone called him Ginger for his flaming red hair. The November wind blew chill and cold, but the sun was shining and there was no frost on the ground. Nuriko wore her favorite jeans and Tennessee Thestrals tee (the one she'd enchanted) under her school robes and cloak. A scarf striped in thick bronze and blue wrapped around her neck.
It was after a particularly awesome Bludger hit by Ginger that Nuriko realized she was nearly late for class. She landed, shouldered her broom, and ran for the forest. It was inadvisable to bring the broom to class, but she didn't wish to cause the broom harm by it accidentally ramming it into a wall or anything. No, best to risk a few points loss than to destroy her beloved Windspirit.
She ran into the forest, panting from the hard workout and subsequent run. She didn't see any other students. Was her watch wrong? It shouldn't be...
"Get off -- Help!"
Riko gasped for breath, picking up her pace. She hated running. Running was no fun. She blew a shrill whistle, pulling the silvery thing from under her robes. Feathers rustled and an elegant horse arrived out of the trees, only this mare had huge spreading black feathery wings. No ugly thestral, the Aerion was a thing of beauty, with her delicate ears and dished profile.
It took Nuriko a few tries to get mounted, although the horse was not terribly tall, Nuri was not particularly gifted for jumping on a horse's back. Finally she was mounted and they turned and trotted towards the noise. There certainly was an awful lot of it. What was going on?
The noise was coming from Professor Jaxon! Nuriko slid from the horse's back, (she'd left her broom behind) and rushed over. Damn colts. Colts were always pushy.
"Ey!" She approached warily, they were wild creatures, after all. And nothing was more wild than a stubborn colt. Colts were notoriously rambunctious. "Hey! Quit that!" Her tone was firm but calming as she avoided the hooves and came up next to the colt. One hand reached for the bony nose, she set her feet and blocked the creature's chest (and therefore his movement forward) with a cock of her hip.
The colt threw his nose up, but Nuriko had dealt with bigger, more determined stallions. She clamped the hand over his nose, about where the noseband of a halter would go. "Back." She told him, exerting pressure and stepping backwards into him at the same time. It didn't matter that he had no idea what she was saying, her meaning was clear enough. The colt stepped back.
"Git." Nuriko shoved his shoulder, sending him trotting towards the herd. She knelt beside the professor. "You ok?" She asked.
((Aha, very long post. That felt nice. I hope its ok that I sent the colt away?))
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Post by Jaxon Bronx Pietri on Nov 9, 2010 16:03:37 GMT -5
Even in the state he was in, bleeding and lying on the ground, Jaxon was not angry with the colt. It was young and didn't quite know any better than to rush ahead, not old enough to understand the catastrophic results. Instinct told him to kick, punch... anything to get him out of harm's way but he would not. Having done so once already made him sick to his stomach. He had become the Care of Magical Creatures professor for a reason, hadn't he?
The heavy breathing of the thestral masked the sound of Nuriko approaching on the mare, and as a last attempt to save himself, the professor pushed at its nose with little force. A call of "Ey! Hey! quit that!" reached his ears and he knew that someone had come to help. Logical thinking was beyond him at this point, however, and he was not reasoning out who it could possibly be. It was a female voice, he knew that much. The sharp pressure in his arm let up as she backed into the thestral, causing it to take steps away from him. "Git." Jaxon was almost sure that he could hear the colt being punished by Romne, the lead thestral, but to him, it was just background noise.
Jaxon hadn't moved since the yearling had returned to the herd. He wasn't an expert on injuries, but he was pretty sure that his ribs were broken (bruised if nothing else) and his arm... was definitely a problem. "You ok?" he heard, and focusing on her face, he realized that it was Nuriko, one of his students from Ravenclaw. "Not... not exactly. Ms... Ms... Elsywth, if you would a-accompany me to the Hospital Wing..." Using his good arm, he managed to rise to his feet despite the terrible pain in his chest. His hands shaking, he tore the sleeve of his robe off, then wrapped it around the mangled mess that was his right arm. It would keep it covered until the nurse could fix it. The bite was sure to leave a nasty scar, to join the ones on his face and wrist.
"... t-twenty points to... to... your house," Jaxon stuttered, holding his injured arm close to his body with his other hand. It was taking everything he had to stand upright, shaking as he was; his breathing was labored and choppy to avoid hurting himself any worse. Somewhere in his subconscious, he was wondered what his student thought and how she had managed to call the Aerion to her, but those questions would rise to his conscious once he was calm.
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Post by Zahara Noir on Nov 9, 2010 18:49:54 GMT -5
Zahara had been catching up on homework out by the lake for most of her afternoon free period. As she was adding more to her assignment she glanced at her watch and gave a almost squeak like sound in surprise. She didn't care if she was late or on time but she preferred not being late. Gathering her things she shoved them in her bag as she walked across the lawns to head to Care of Magical Creatures Class. Which was being held outside today.
As she quickly walked down the sloping hill that headed down to the forest where class was held she blew her hair from her eyes at was falling from its pinned back position that was held in place for the time being by her wand. As she huffed and continued to the classes location she stopped. Hearing the faint sound of calling. She listened closer and heard the call for help and rushed off. Figuring it was some idiot older student who had gotten into a bigger mess than they could handle.
She was out of breath as she grew closer to the location. Hearing some talking and slight scuffling she rounded the corner out of breath with wand drawn and in hand, her blond hair now hanging around her face. Her blue eyes alert. She looked around and spotted the Care of Magical Creatures professor in a worse state and a ravenclaw student who she recalled from one of her other classes out of breath. She didn't see anything but a bunch of hoof marks in the soil.
"What the hell happened here?"
She asked out of breath, with wand still in hand but relaxed somewhat. Her white dress shirt was untucked from her shirt her robes hanging out of her school back her heeled Mary Jane's were covered in dust from the dirt and some mud splatters and her tie was loose around her neck. Like it normally was, As she never set much by wearing her uniform properly. WORDCOUNT:: 336 THEOUTFIT:: click here TAGGEDFOR:: open COMMENTS:: n.a
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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on Nov 9, 2010 22:14:03 GMT -5
"Not... not exactly. Ms... Ms... Elsywth, if you would a-accompany me to the Hospital Wing..."
“You’d probably fall unconscious if I let you alone.” Nuriko noted, helping him to tie the torn cloth about his arm. She tucked the whistle under her robe where it belonged, and clucked at Nimbus, calling the mare over. The great forerunner of the Bedouin’s prized Arabians was impressive, despite her small size.
“Wingardium leviosa.” She said, flicking her wand just right. It wouldn’t do to mess the charm up and drop the professor. “Sorry sir, but it’s a long walk and I’m--”
"What the hell happened here?"
Nuriko spun neatly on her heel, holding her wand steady on the professor, who floated vertically about four inches off the ground. “Just a little over rambunctious colt. Professor Jaxon will be fine.” Her usually bright voice was chilled, she had little interaction with the other student but she didn’t like her, nonetheless.
There was a thud behind her, and Nuriko turned swiftly. The professor had dropped from his levitation, landing in a crumpled heap. The Ravenclaw swore, casting the spell again. It shouldn’t have ended! She felt the spell, as if it were still going, but there he was, once again sprawled in the dirt. Nuriko tried a multiple of spells, but nothing happened.
With a growl, Nuriko bent down, grabbing the man’s shoulders. “C’mon.” She said shortly, lifting. “I can’t get magic to work so Nim will have to carry him.” The other girl cam forward, and together they lifted the man onto the mare’s back. Fortunately Nimbus was well trained, and she stood solidly as they manoeuvred him to sit fore of her massive wings. The horse folded her wings against her body, trapping the professor on her back, almost like a railing on a crib.
“C’mon Nim.” Nuriko started walking back towards the castle. They walked for nearly five minutes in silence. “So… Zahara? Hufflepuff?” She enquired as they exited the forest. Nuriko carried her broom again, she’d picked it up on the return.
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Post by Jaxon Bronx Pietri on Nov 13, 2010 21:57:57 GMT -5
Nuriko cast a Levatating Charm and he felt himself rise from the ground. In any ordinary circumstance, he would feel belittled and undermined; however, this was no ordinary circumstance. Jaxon was in no shape to argue. A sharp tone rang in his ears -- "What the hell happened here?". Zahara, of course. The one Hufflepuff that he couldn't control. She was always in his office for something or another and punishment after punishment, kept coming back for more. The cold, clipped response of the Ravenclaw nearly caught his attention but before it could, he crashed to the ground.
With a groan, he attempted to lift himself to his feet, trying to hold back the curses that threatened to spill. Bless her heart, Nuriko kept trying, but to no avail. For some reason, no spell would work. The Beater grasped him under his arms, instructing the other girl to help lift him onto the horse. The Arabian's wings rested gently against his legs as he wrapped his arm around her neck. His ribs screaming in pain, he closed his eyes. The two students began to talk amongst themselves but Jaxon took no part in their conversation.
"Al-Also, ten points t-to Hufflepuff," he interrupted suddenly. Zahara hadn't helped as much as the other girl, and he would not favor those in his house.
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