Sir, we have incoming. PV Finished

By the time he reached the bag of flour, perhaps one minute after he had left, Morfran griffith sat down in a stool. The extra minute or so of respite would only serve to help his friend. Him throwing insults at the Head of House and her resonating with cold fury couldn’t be helping. Besides, he didn’t know what to do. He had latched on to the gathering of flour as something that he could do to be helpful, even though he knew that it was practically useless. Perthyn Wendigo simply wasn’t bleeding enough for the flour to do much of anything. And so he had resorted to talking and rambling and talking some more. At least he hadn’t fired a spell off at her.

He slowly sunk his face into his hands, and thought a lot about what his next move should be. Seconds droned on, and the man decided to give himself a one minute time limit. If he didn’t figure out what to do in one minute, he was going to go back and wing it, come hell or high water. He wasn’t leaving his friend in there alone with a woman like that. He had only done it in the first place because he was reasonably certain that she had been this mad about the creature not being okay. He rolled his eyes as he raised his head and looked about him. Most of his creatures didn’t look okay. She would have conniptions if she ever came in here and he knew it.

That and her few words. Those few words bugged him. She had other things in mind? Now, usually Griffith would know what that meant, coming from a lady in the private of a room. But the cold fury a second ago made him not only think that he got it wrong, but think that he was going slightly insane just thinking the other possibility. It was a joke, or a miscommunication. Had to have been. And that last line was just referring to how everything about him disgusted her so much that his confidence was the only good thing. Insulting by complimenting, or something. By the time Griffith had run through that, however, his self inflicted one minute time limit expired and he found himself hurrying back.

It was a mental problem, he knew that. If it was a physical malady, Perthyn Wendigo would just have to be killed, and then revived good as new. There was nothing he could do, not really. He could be the bird’s friend, he could provide the bird with a safe home, food and water and anything else the wonderful creature desired within the reasonable confines of a rather tight budget. But he couldn’t cure the bird, not really. Maybe over time, sure. But if that woman was expecting him to just pull a miraculous cure out of his hat then she was terribly mistaken.

He resolved to be much calmer, and just to tell the woman what was going on. She would understand, and then leave. Or stay and be a bother, but at this point in time, did it really matter? It had only taken him about 3 minutes, maybe 4 when he returned, slipping through the door with a small bag of flour, which he poured over the offending feathers. Not a lot, but enough. The bleeding stopped after only a few seconds, and that was the end of it. He walked back to one of the chairs, and sat down, looking across from him at his friend, and the woman who held him.

“I take care of magical creature. Look, if this was a physical problem I’d be all over it. But it’s not. There’s nothing wrong with his body. It’s mental. Near as I can tell it’s like PTSD. I keep him calm, and safe. I appreciate your concern for him, but there’s not much you can do. He’s calm now, so I don’t even need a calming spell, or potion, or whatever you do. Really, all he needs now is some rest.”

After a brief pause, he continued.

“I do have other creatures that need care, and I would very much like to get back to my job...”

At least this time, he had restrained himself to a mere suggestion this time. Honestly, since he got all confused by those two comments she had made he didn’t really feel angry, he felt more uncomfortable than anything. Morfran wasn’t good at hiding a lot of things, but at least he could hide his anxiety. That was something any creature could sense, and it made a lot of them panic. One of the reasons he had this second door was to stop angry intruders from disturbing the already dubious peace.

However, shortly after he said that, a very clearly heard whimper was heard from behind the door. Griffith mentally facepalmed, but his eyes darted to the second door. And then back to the woman. He should probably learn her name, to be honest.

“Are we done here? Are you satisfied?”

He was so close to following that up with your highness it physically hurt him not to. But he decided it was worth a swallowing of pride to make her leave him be. There was nothing she could do, anyway.

Hjørdis sang softly to the Phoenix that she cradled in her arms, carefully holding him to try and avoid him losing control again. Her white dress started to get blood over it. It was not a lot but the blood that dripped off the feathers had to go somewhere. Getting blood out of clothing was a pain, that was for sure. She resorted to magic to fix it, as it was far more effective than the muggle methods. Whilst she always preferred muggle methods when she could, she knew how painful it was to try and scrub this much blood out of her clothing that way. She had far too much experience with that, sadly. It came with the nature of her former careers. A sight that she was sadly familiar with but one that she did hope she would not have to see here.

Hogwarts worried her before she joined. She was right to be worried - students had gotten far too hurt last year from the sounds of it. Her second cousin attended the school right now, Hjørdis had to protect her at the very least.

Glancing around the room, Hjørdis observed how blank it was. She could not help but wonder why Griffith had an extra room between the main one as though he had something to hide. The sheer level of protection - the stone doors, the creatures and the spells he likely had over them - made her mildly curious. She could not work out if he was hiding something here or just overly cautious. The protection and setting could be to prevent something from getting in or from getting out.

She sighed softly, pausing in her singing as her mind wanders for a brief moment. She held the bird carefully, leaning down and whispering to it. Hjørdis may not have been an expert in animals but she knew pain. She recognised the pain that the bird was liking in and understood it. All she could do was comfort this bird with the long name that was a pain to spell. Resuming her singing, she continued for a minute or two before she noticed the door move. Griffith's return prompted her to stop singing, the stern expression returning to her face in a flash.

Her eyes followed the man. He approached her, poured some flour over the pin feathers and moved away. He sat down, finally deciding to explain things in a calmer manner. Perhaps he finally recognised that as a Head of House, her responsibility extended outside students of her own house. Her job was also to guide the professors in their role. If he was failing to do his job or doing something that was hurting the creatures he was supposed to care about, it was her duty to do something about it. Her actions here was not a personal vendetta against him. She was simply doing what was right for her to do, whilst also doing her job. Hjørdis would have done the same if the matter had been any other professors. 

Sadly, his explanation irritated her. He clearly did not understand the power of magic outside of his own creatures if he thought that it was only capable of helping in terms of physical pain. There was also a lot that could be done to, at the very least, reduce the mental pain. There were temporary and permanent options for a number of things. It was not perfect but there was a lot that could be done. Hjørdis often worked on researching and trying to enhance the effectiveness of some potions that worked on the mental issues, rather than physical in her spare time. It was not her primary job here, she was not here to teach potions. However, it was something that she was interested in and needed to do. She opted to do it in her spare time, where she could often be found with her nose in a potion or alchemy book.

Hjørdis remained silent for a few moments as she waited for him to finish. 'Whatever you do'. Yeah, it would probably help him to actually figure out what the other Professors here did because it was likely that they could help. The man suggested that she leaves, claiming that he wanted to get back to his job. With a blank expression, the Slytherin just observed him before commenting, "From what I've seen, you're struggling to keep him calm or safe," She merely replied. If he was capable of doing that, then she would not have seen what she saw. She knew that it was impossible to keep him calm all of the time but the implication of her words was that if he needed help, he should ask for it rather than trying to push people away all the time. "A spell, or potion, or whatever I do can work wonders time to time..." She continued, "Including to help him rest or overcome something."

Nonetheless, she was about to hand over the bird as there was little she could do but let the bird rest for now. However, the sound of something whimpering did not escape her. Griffith's eyes moved to the second door before returning on her, acting as though he did not hear it.

It. Infuriated. Her.

Hjørdis wanted nothing more than to smack him right about now but she was holding a rather large bird in both arms, trying to keep the creature's feet against her arm and support his head with her other at the same time. Rather like a baby, to be honest. Perhaps her maternal instincts had kicked in at some point, who knew. "No." She said simply, in a slightly sterner and more authoritative tone of voice than her advice had been in a few moments before, "I presume you're not deaf or stupid." She continued, knowing full well that he had heard the noise too and knew she would not leave till she was sure that the creatures were in safe and capable hands.

Deciding that he would act stupid or deaf, Hjørdis continued, "Care to explain the whimpering sounds? Are you teaching students about magical creatures or running a clinic for injured animals now?" Hjørdis asked him, noting that she had only seen or heard two creatures right now and both sounded or looked like they were suffering. If he was smart enough, he would explain things properly. It was clear she was not going to leave till he opened the door and let her in now.

“I’m not struggling to keep him either calm, or safe. And I’ll pass on your drugs, as will he.”

He was surprised by how carefully she was holding Perthyn Wendigo, and pleasantly surprised at that. He could tell from where he was standing that it had passed, that the beautiful bird was calm again and was going to remain calm. Especially now that he was fairly certain that the phoenix had decided to take a liking to the dangerous head of house. A feeling he wasn’t entirely sure if he shared or not. She was a horrible trial, and a challenge and he really wasn’t in the mood, but she was worried about creatures, took care of them best she knew how. It was nice of her, in an annoying way.

The whimper had come at a horribly inopportune time, to be perfectly honest. He just knew that this woman would want to see, and he just knew that he didn’t want her anywhere near the creature behind that door, not now. Morfran Griffith didn’t have a lot of very large creatures. He really only had the one big one at the moment, and the one big one was the cause of most of the blood strewn about. The big one also wasn’t the one that had whimpered. He knew what had whimpered, and knew it was nothing that couldn’t wait the additional minute he hoped it would take to eject this woman.

The epiphany came a moment later. He would simply grasp at the tools and traps employed by others of her kind. Less creature friendly individuals of the upper class. Standing up straight, and staring forward and a bit down at his current opponent, he began.

“If you would be so terribly kind, please leave the area, as it is currently under my care, and go get permission from the headmaster before you demand explanations. I would assure you the creature behind the door is fine but I have the distinct feeling you wouldn’t believe me.”

He had done the equivalent of asking her for a warrant. She could get one, of that he was reasonably certain. But by the time she got back, Perthyn Wendigo would be relaxed and eating some snacks, the slight problem behind the door would be resolved and he could also probably clean up a lot of the miscellaneous blood splatter. All he needed was a free second away from this woman, which the warrant would hopefully buy him.


“If at any point in time I think you could actually help me, I will be sure to give you a call.”

He knew that was a bit of a low blow, or at least it was from his perspective. Perthyn Wendigo kind of liked her, if she wasn’t so horribly sensitive about this then she probably would have been a joy to work with. But he simply didn’t know how to diffuse her at this point, and his only alternative was to be rid of her.

“If you want a private lesson on the care of magical creatures, please come back during open office hours, when I will be more than happy to oblige. And I’ll need Perthyn Wendigo back before you leave, please.
I’m sure you mean well but I honestly don’t have the time right now.”

Griffith infuriated her more than she thought possible. Well, that's not exactly true, she was easily annoyed after all and there were plenty of other people she had come across that had done far worse than just be a little rude and ignorant. However, today was a little different to usual. Today, she was choosing to try and help someone. It was rare for Hjørdis to ever help someone, especially not offer it without even being asked. She was not known to be incredibly helpful, after all. However, she thought she would try it today and sadly, it was not paying off. All it did was give her a headache and a lifetime of regret. It infuriated her more so than usual because her act of kindness was simply going in vain with this man.

The Slytherin narrowed her eyes on the Care of Magical Creatures Professor as she watched him. His behaviour and words were far more polite than they had been earlier but he was still very much just trying to get her out of her room and that was it. She hated this. Normally, she would be the most stubborn person in the room but this time was different. She wasn't sure if he was simply worse than her or if it was because her rare moment of kindness had not paid off. Or perhaps her patience had simply run out with the man. Whatever the case may be, she found herself no longer being able to tolerate him and his insufferable personality.

She made a mental note to herself. She would not bother to help him again. This was it. Rolling her eyes at his words, Hjørdis mentally sighed. She did not need permission from the headmaster. She already had it. As Head of House, she was given the explicit permission to oversee the professors and students alike. Running to Headmaster Lear for every little thing was unnecessary in her eyes. It was literally her job to make sure she did these things and yet, he wanted her to check with the headmaster? She did not need that old man's permission to do her job. He has technically given that to her when he hired her. If he did not want her to do such a thing, he should have been clearer in his job description. She was more than capable of making her own decisions without asking for permission for such small pathetic matters.

But it was incredibly clear that Griffith simply wanted her to get out of the enclosure.

"I don't believe you, no," She replied point blankly, deciding that there was no point in lying. The man in front of her was simply a fool, it seemed. She was sadly mistaken in her hopes that maybe, just maybe, he was actually a decent person who might have been capable of doing this job without her overseeing it. Looking at him, she did not feel a threat from him. He existed and his existence was an irritation to her. However, it could be dismissed as merely like having a fly hover around you. Nothing more. He rejected her offer of help and advice, that was his loss, "But I don't care." She continued, giving up this pointless argument.

If he was not a threat or menace to the school, she did not need to apprehend him now. "Do whatever you want. Don't ask for my help, let your friends die, I don't care." She repeated in a cold and very indifferent tone of voice. It was clear that her tolerance for his behaviour had snapped. Her patience was limited, that was for sure. It was small as it was and he was testing it time and time again. And sadly, this time it had just ran out.

He had rejected her only offer of help. That was enough. She no longer wanted to help him or his creatures. That was the end of her attempt at being nice. She had learnt a life lesson today: kindness simply goes in vain. It was not necessary or useful to anyone. There were a very small amount of people in this world that she could actually work with, Griffith was not one of them. She enjoyed working alone, she had done that for many years. Having colleagues was a pain, to be quite frank. She was required to work with people that, so far, had not proven themselves worthy of this. They were not worthy of her presence, to put it quite simply.

Hjørdis could only work with a few people and those people she worked with well, enjoyed working with and had been working with them for many years. Friends or colleagues from years ago, long before her days at the Ministry of Magic. That job seemed to have changed everything. She sighed softly, missing a calmer and happier time. But she would not show that to the insufferable and intolerable man that stood in front of her. "Don't bother asking me," Hjørdis continued, retracting her earlier offer of assistance. She highly doubted that the stubborn fool would even have come for help. He probably did not even know what she could do, nor was he smart enough to figure it out. He was simply a moronic man, at the end of the day. A fool, as it were. "If you're smart enough, you'll figure it out alone. And if not, then it's your own fault when your friends suffer to death."

"Take the bird," She continued, stepping forward and holding out Perthyn Wendigo for him to take. Despite her words, she was still holding the Phoenix carefully. If the bird was not a living creature that she actually did secretly care about, Hjørdis would have thrown it into his face. Sadly, Perthyn Wendigo was alive and well and she had no intention of actually hurting him. He was a beautiful bird that she was enjoying the company of. Sadly, the same could not be said about the other animal in the room.

Despite her words, a part of her did truly care about the health of the Phoenix and a part of her worried about the other animals that lived in the enclosure. That worry caused by the clear sound of a whimper would haunt her for a while. Likely, she would be up awake all night stressing about what in Merlin's name went on in here. The safety of the school and the grounds was her job, it would be a concern for her until she was satisfied. And she most definitely was not satisfied right now.

Sadly, it was not worth the pain of dealing with this moronic man that claimed to know everything. It was not worth the headache that his voice had given her. She cared more about herself than some dumb creatures, anyway and right now, this situation was just bothersome to her. It was nothing but a pain in the neck. He acted as though he cared... He did not. He was good at talking, claiming the creature to be his 'friend' but his actions disproved his words. Hjørdis had no tolerance for such a man. She preferred spending time with people who acted more and spoke less. He claimed that she loved the sound of her own voice and yet gave monologues about his boring life.

She did not trust him, nor was she sure that the Headmaster could. She would look into his credentials and references upon returning to the castle. Anyone worth anything had their name printed somewhere. His idea of a lesson was almost laughable, to be quite honest. There was nothing she wanted to learn from a man that claimed to care but did not act it. The lack of passion and sincerity in his job was sad, to be honest. Perhaps it was not true. Perhaps, he deeply cared for the animals but he lacked the passion to show it. And Hjørdis had no time or respect for someone like him.

She no longer cared about the ridiculous enclosure but she had one final thing to say before she left, "But do note... If I see a single one of your creatures outside of this enclosure...  If I find out they hurt a student... or worse, I find out that you did something you should not be doing, I will not hesitate to skin all you alive and use your parts for my so called 'drugs'..." Hjørdis said in a very calm and slow voice, emphasising her every word. A voice that was too calm perhaps. It might not have been the first time she had done that from her tone of voice, she was eerily comfortable with the idea of skinning his creatures alive and using their body parts in various potions.

Alchemy was all about testing, after all. She believed in testing things and ingredients were sometimes hard to come by. Having Perthyn Wendigo would definitely give her a ton of phoenix feathers to test with, for example. Perhaps that would enhance the potion. The magical bird was known for their healing properties and immortality - well their ability to be reborn as themselves. Their blood or tears might make good additions and effective enhancements to a healing potion, for example. Their ability was one that was special, even within the magical community and that was something she could totally use to her advantage. There were plenty of other creatures here that could be used for animal testing too. Her words were most definitely to be taken as a threat. Whether or not he believed her was his own call but the coldness in her eyes showed how little she cared now.

At this point in time, she just wanted to leave this boring situation and go attempt to do something far more enjoyable to relieve the headache that this man was causing her.

When the words ‘I don’t care’ were uttered, he knew he had won. He knew she would finally want nothing to do with him, and would finally leave. She had a nice, peaceful life, a life full money and new shoes and maybe even a little dog or cat, if her love of animals was anything to go by. Sure, he had lost a potential friend, or at least a good resource if he ever did need help in the future, but did that really matter? Hogwarts was a shield for him, not a home. He wasn’t trying to make friends or connections. When the time came, he would leave and no one would remember him, except the one or two history buff ravenclaws that had all the teachers memorized dating back to the founders themselves.

And that was okay with him. She hadn’t really been nice, but she had offered some advice with only good intentions. He thought she was annoying and intrusive, but considering what she had seen, there had been a good reason for it. What had just transpired made sense, and was tragic in a sense. But in the same sense it was a blessed relief that she had given up on him and this. He’d have to watch his step to make sure that he didn’t get in trouble later, but did that really matter? He’d find a way to fully cure Perthyn Wendigo, and maybe start cleaning up a bit. She would have no grounds from which to fire him.

She repeated the same message of ‘I don’t care’ but paraphrased a couple more times, before handing over Perthyn Wendigo. She also said she didn’t care about the bird, but Griffith wasn’t fooled at all. She had been cuddling him, and was now being extremely careful. Morfran pulled the bag off of the bird’s head with one hand, and held out a arm, which Perthyn Wendigo stepped onto, after a tentative backwards glance at the human that had been holding him. Morfran moved his arm near his head, ,and in a quiet voice said

“Up”

The phoenix climbed up on the professors head, and sat there perfectly calm, observing the woman across the room, he pecked Griffith sharply on the head. Griffith ignored it, although he did wince, and instead decided to give the head of house a final invitation to leave. Gesturing to the door with one hand, he spoke to the woman, making sure to not show any discomfort. It wasn’t that hard, considering the lack of discomfort he was feeling.

“Thank you for your concern, I’ll make sure to keep my stables in tip top condition. Wouldn’t want you having to skin me or anything. I hear that’s bad for the complexion. The door isn’t booby trapped, feel free to show yourself out.

And just to be clear, I do appreciate you holding Perthyn Wendigo for me. The ‘stupid bird’ seems to like you.”

The bird in question pecked Morfran on the head again, twice. Once after him asking her to show herself out and the second time directly after he sarcastically called it a stupid bird. Phoenix’ were notoriously intelligent, Griffith knew this. And it was pretty clear that Perthyn Wendigo knew what was going on and wasn’t all that happy with what was transpiring. However, it could also be seen as a bird randomly pecking him on the head, which is what he hoped she would interpret it as.

Besides, with how upset she was, she probably wouldn’t care, regardless. The bird was starting to make him feel just a little bit bad about what he had done, but not enough for him to do much about it. He didn’t want a friend, didn’t want a helper or a mentor or anyone to go to for potions. If he really needed one, he could find the potions professor.

Her headache got worse with every second that she had to spend in this man's company. She quirked her eyebrow a tiny bit as he took the bag off the bird's head and allowed him to move freely once more. Why was she still holding the Phoenix if she did not need to? Geesh. He totally did that to annoy her. Hjørdis watched as the bird perched herself onto his head, where she secretly hoped it pooped on him.

The fellow Professor's voice carried throughout the room but she was no longer paying any attention to him. She looked at the bird for a moment, observing it as it started to peck the man on the top of his head. Hjørdis could not help but smirk a little, a little amused by the fact that he was being abused by his friend. It was no less than what he deserved, to be fair.

She wanted to smack him in the face for pretty much the majority of the time that she had been here. Sadly, it was probably not the sort of environment where it was suitable to gut punch or deck your colleague in the face. The temptation was real, however. At least the bird was getting some sort of revenge back for her, it was kind of satisfying to be quite honest.

Mentally rolling her eyes, Hjørdis could not help but wonder why he felt the need to 'booby trap' the door anyway. The mere thought was something that should not have even occurred to him. None of the other classrooms or offices required such a thing. Locks were enough to keep the students out when the building was vacant. They had special spells for that, that were a little too advanced for the students to crack.

This man was definitely someone that she deemed to be suspicious. Hjørdis could not quite put her finger on it but there was something about him that she just did not trust at all. A familiarity that she was not comfortable with. It was as though she was missing something very important that she really should not be missing.

Hjørdis wanted so much to comment on his fraudulent politeness. However, he was no longer worth the breathe or time. He was simply wasting her time with his antics and she no longer had the patience or empathy to deal with such nonsense. Yes, she had run out of empathy - because so far, all she had done was display that kind empathy she had and it simply had gone in vain with the animal that stood in front of her, which did not go by the name of Perthyn Wendigo.

The Slytherin simply looked at the Phoenix, rather than the Care of Magical Creatures Professor. She gave the magnificent bird a small nod of her head, as a simple sign of respect and acknowledgement. It was also her way of saying goodbye. Griffith got nothing. She did not even bother to look at the man or even acknowledge his presence anymore. He was simply not worthy of a goodbye - or any signs of respect, because she simply had no respect for him.

The blood that had been escaping from Perthyn Wendigo had stopped straight after the flour had been added. She was glad that, at the very least, there were no physical dangers for the magical creature. The very same blood, however, had stained her own clothing. Hjørdis looked down at her own outfit. A frown crossed her eyebrows as she observed it. She did not actually care that there was blood on the white dress that she wore. She normally would, to be honest.

Her appearance was something she always took seriously. It was something she worked hard to keep in pristine condition. She was shallow enough and vain enough to be into looks, after all. The truth was that today, she had willingly let her own clothing get dirty to help Perthyn Wendigo, however best she could. Sadly, it was not something that was appreciated.

The frown on her face was more for Griffith's benefit. He could see how annoyed she was that her clothing had gotten dirty and continue to believe that the Slytherin was simply stuck up and uncaring. That was a reputation that she was happy to maintain. She tutted audibly, as though to indicate that she was not impressed by the mess that this situation had made. It was almost as though she wanted to make a point to him that her beautiful outfit was ruined because of him. Of course, she could - and would - clean it up. However, her pride hurt and she was going to make sure he knew that she was not pleased with this whole situation.

She did not bother to acknowledge this 'gratitude' either. In truth, she just thought it was sarcasm, rather than anything sincere. Without much further ado, the Slytherin simply turned around and pushed the door open with a forceful shove with her palm on it. She only used on hand to open it but the sound of her palm hitting the door was loud enough to know that she hit it with a lot of force. The impact probably stung her palm a little too, to be honest but she was too irritated to care about the physical pain of it right now.

Hjørdis shoved the door open, exiting the building without bothering to close it behind her. She had been half tempted to blow the door open with magic, in all honesty. The only thing that prevented her from doing that was the impact that it would have on the animals in the area. Without much further ado, Hjørdis left the enclosure as quickly as she entered it.

[THREAD LEFT]

It was rare, that a day should work out so well. But the cards were finally turning up Griffith. He maintained his composure up until she left the building. She had been upset and frowning and clearly angry at him, but he didn’t care. Who would, after all. Anger was something everyone felt, it didn’t hurt anything. The emotion only served to make others more predictable. She got mad so she left. She would sulk for a few days and then forget all of this ever happened. He wasn’t exactly important enough to remember. It was a good thing that had just happened, to be sure. But all the same he did feel a bit upset about the arrangement. She had been pretty nice, all things considered. She had held his bleeding friend and not even commented on it. She would have been, looking back on the scenario, a potentially amazing friend to have.

But he knew very well that friends wouldn’t do. He couldn’t afford them right now, but maybe later. Maybe in a few months, when he knew everything was fine…
It was a nice thought that he entertained until bitter reality reared its ugly head to remind him that it wasn’t going to happen. In a couple months, he would push making friends back another couple. He had to be safe, would be the excuse. It always was, after all. But this time he could feel the opportunity slip past tangibly, and it made him wince. It was a new feeling, and one that he recognized, acknowledged for what it was, and then firmly suppressed.

Perthyn Wendigo was clearly still mad at the man, but he tried to reconcile with the creature after waiting five or so minutes. Enough time that, should she have been waiting at the door, which he really doubted she would unless she was some sort of brilliantly acting super spy or just plain weird. He held out a hand, which the Phoenix began to savage, biting weakly without intent to harm, but enough to be clearly uncomfortable. The bird still liked the man and the treats and companionship, that wouldn’t change just because he had done one thing Perthyn Wendigo thought was stupid.

“Hey, buddy I know. She was nice to you and all, but we don’t need people around here. I took a job to teach, that doesn’t require me to make friends.

...Don’t give me that look, you know why we’re doing this. Why am I even talking to you? It’s not like you can answer, you probably just spend all day judging me from that stupid perch of yours.”

He sometimes wondered just how much went on in the heads of some of those creatures. It didn’t matter, anyway. Mostly because that was a question he couldn’t figure out on his own. He considered watching a movie for about a half second before realizing where he was. There was a price to pay for safety, and in this case it was sacrificing some of the best things muggles ever managed to do. Sighing to himself, he continued.

“I’m sorry. You gave me a pretty big fright back there. I’ll apologize to her later, but it’s not going to change anything, just you wait. The day she comes back willingly is the day I chug a bottle of hot sauce.

Now let’s get you some food.”