2 Jul 2019, 17:39
Advice from a Professional
pv to @Morfran Griffith
For the record, Ami hated asking people for help. She had been raised to believe that asking others for help or favors was shameful, especially if they weren't family. However... well, she only knew so much about cats off the top of her head, and her brief stint as a volunteer at the pet shelter in Chicago had been, well, brief. She obviously could've checked the library first, but really- who had the time and patience for that? Not her. She was a busy girl with things to do. And when you couldn't Google things at a school that ka-blooeyed electronics, what was your next best option?
Annoy your teachers for absolutely no reason.
Normally, she'd ask Lear first. He had been, after all, the former Care of Magical Creatures professor. However, she'd already bugged him about the pygmy puff infestation in the Hufflepuff common room and dorms, and she really didn't want to bug him again. Instead, she would bug the new Care of Magical Creatures professor, which was why she was here now. In front of the door to the stable. With a cat in her arms.
"Shh... it's okay, Leo," she murmured, kissing the top of the cat's head as he mewled plaintively. "We'll get some help soon, okay?" Shifting him over to one arm, Ami reached out, yanking as hard as she could on the silk cord. "Shh..." She continued to try and soothe Leo, who was squirming rather violently in her arms, now.
Last edited by Ancien sorcier on 2 Jul 2019, 17:45, edited 1 time in total.
Reason: change to rpg
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly.
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus
7 Jul 2019, 07:30
Advice from a Professional
The old stool creaked as the weight of the tall man shifted off, and up. The leather harness he had been seasoning clanked against a nearby table. Long strides soon brought the man to the first door, which he closed behind himself, leaving him in the mudporch/office room, facing the front door. A few seconds ago, the bell had rung. So here he was, answering the call of some student that may or may not actually have a problem he needed to deal with.
The great stone slab that served for a front door swung open just enough for Griffith's wide shoulders to fit squarely inside them, blocking off a sneaky entrance for a brave student preparing to rush inside or place a foot in the door. He did, however, notice the cat in the arms of the Gryffindor girl, which was a good sign, it meant that she was probably here for something pet related. The cat was making a sad kind of mewling, however that could also just be the little fluffball whining about being carried.
"Can I help you?"
The harness wasn't quite pressing, but if she didn't have something that he could actually help her with, or rather, if she didn't have something that he had to actually help her with, the plan was to not help, and say he was busy, which he was. It was a pretty good, direct, honest way to get out of things.
The great stone slab that served for a front door swung open just enough for Griffith's wide shoulders to fit squarely inside them, blocking off a sneaky entrance for a brave student preparing to rush inside or place a foot in the door. He did, however, notice the cat in the arms of the Gryffindor girl, which was a good sign, it meant that she was probably here for something pet related. The cat was making a sad kind of mewling, however that could also just be the little fluffball whining about being carried.
"Can I help you?"
The harness wasn't quite pressing, but if she didn't have something that he could actually help her with, or rather, if she didn't have something that he had to actually help her with, the plan was to not help, and say he was busy, which he was. It was a pretty good, direct, honest way to get out of things.
“If this is a complaint would you mind sending it with an owl? It's easier to ignore."
30 Jul 2019, 15:58
Advice from a Professional
Ami sighed in relief as Professor Griffith came to the door, although she almost immediately regretted going to him for help. Why had she wanted to do this, again? Think of Leo... She hadn't seen the new CoMC professor much, which made sense considering that she wasn't a third year yet; and to be honest, she had straight-up forgotten how scary he was, for lack of better words. Struggling for words, her mouth opened to say something, although she couldn't find anything to say. Giving up, she thrust Leo, who was still cradled in her arms, towards the Professor.
"He's sick, Professor," she finally managed to say, glancing at Leo with worry in her eyes. "I- he wouldn't eat anything this morning, and he sways on his feet when he walks... Can you help? Please?" Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she glanced back up at the Professor, clearly worried sick about her cat. "I know your expertise is magical creatures, but I didn't know who else to ask."
Hopefully, she hadn't interrupted something important, and that Professor Griffith wasn't too annoyed that she had come to him for help. Leo was just so important to her, and she couldn't wait around and research what was wrong with him- what if he needed medicine? She had decided that she had no choice but to go to a Professor.
"He's sick, Professor," she finally managed to say, glancing at Leo with worry in her eyes. "I- he wouldn't eat anything this morning, and he sways on his feet when he walks... Can you help? Please?" Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she glanced back up at the Professor, clearly worried sick about her cat. "I know your expertise is magical creatures, but I didn't know who else to ask."
Hopefully, she hadn't interrupted something important, and that Professor Griffith wasn't too annoyed that she had come to him for help. Leo was just so important to her, and she couldn't wait around and research what was wrong with him- what if he needed medicine? She had decided that she had no choice but to go to a Professor.
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly.
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus
20 Aug 2019, 07:26
Advice from a Professional
"My expertise is creatures, miss. My class is care of the magical ones. I'll have a look at your pet. No promises, of course, but I'd say I'm something of an expert."
Grabbing the cat, he swung the door open wide enough for the little girl to follow him in. He sat the cat down on the table and began poking and prodding at it, checking it's toes and gums and ears, and anything superficial, no matter how unlikely it was that the cause originated from there. And while he worked, he talked.
"While we've got a second, I'm going to go ahead and tell you a story. Stories help with everything, you just need to make sure it's the right one.
A long time ago there was a little girl who loved a tiny lizard. She loved the tiny lizard with all her heart, but the lizard never really cared for the girl. The girl didn't have much, only her father, herself, a small business in town where they sold knick-knacks, and her little lizard friend. She would feed it every day, and slowly it grew. Only it never stopped growing. It was greedy and cold hearted and kept demanding more and more food, but the girl freely gave all she had.
This went on for several years, until one day her father lost his temper at the evil lizard, and flew into a rage. But the lizard was already so big, you see, that it just ate him. When the girl saw this she burst into tears, and the lizard delighted in her pain, and challenged her, telling her to strike out at him, to avenge her father.
But the girl didn't. She told the lizard that no horrible deed, no matter the size, could destroy love. It could break her heart, but it could not destroy the love that was contained within. So the girl gathered her things, and left. She lived as a hermit on the mountainside for 2 months before the cold winds of winter came. She was unprepared, and was starting to freeze to death when a great heat came from the mouth of the cave. Her little lizard, now a dragon, crawled into the cave, bowed it's head, and begged for forgiveness.
They lived together for the rest of their lives, those two. If you love something, then love it, and give it all you've got. But if they're not healthy for you, you can leave and still love. If they love you back, they'll come around. It's just a story, of course. Dragons don't talk, and it would be awful hard to confuse one for a little lizard. But I happen to like this one."
Grabbing the cat, he swung the door open wide enough for the little girl to follow him in. He sat the cat down on the table and began poking and prodding at it, checking it's toes and gums and ears, and anything superficial, no matter how unlikely it was that the cause originated from there. And while he worked, he talked.
"While we've got a second, I'm going to go ahead and tell you a story. Stories help with everything, you just need to make sure it's the right one.
A long time ago there was a little girl who loved a tiny lizard. She loved the tiny lizard with all her heart, but the lizard never really cared for the girl. The girl didn't have much, only her father, herself, a small business in town where they sold knick-knacks, and her little lizard friend. She would feed it every day, and slowly it grew. Only it never stopped growing. It was greedy and cold hearted and kept demanding more and more food, but the girl freely gave all she had.
This went on for several years, until one day her father lost his temper at the evil lizard, and flew into a rage. But the lizard was already so big, you see, that it just ate him. When the girl saw this she burst into tears, and the lizard delighted in her pain, and challenged her, telling her to strike out at him, to avenge her father.
But the girl didn't. She told the lizard that no horrible deed, no matter the size, could destroy love. It could break her heart, but it could not destroy the love that was contained within. So the girl gathered her things, and left. She lived as a hermit on the mountainside for 2 months before the cold winds of winter came. She was unprepared, and was starting to freeze to death when a great heat came from the mouth of the cave. Her little lizard, now a dragon, crawled into the cave, bowed it's head, and begged for forgiveness.
They lived together for the rest of their lives, those two. If you love something, then love it, and give it all you've got. But if they're not healthy for you, you can leave and still love. If they love you back, they'll come around. It's just a story, of course. Dragons don't talk, and it would be awful hard to confuse one for a little lizard. But I happen to like this one."
“If this is a complaint would you mind sending it with an owl? It's easier to ignore."