R.O.A.M event 1. Cruppies PV

The professor noticed the currently wheelchair bound Gryffindor try to join in a conversation, or at least start one up, before he was ignored into oblivion and banished to a corner of the little round realm. He felt a bit bad for the boy, although he wasn't going to do anything about it. That was a matter of popularity and friend groups, and something that he was far too old to be able to help fix. Making people interact with each other would only make things awkward. He would maybe check in later, but for now he'd settle for talking with Eris.

"Oh no, I'm not falling for that. You're probably some little 200 year old lady that just made herself look young and small. Can I call you Granny? You're twice my age, right? But you seem wise, anyway. I like the idea of seeing what their personality is like first. It's what I tend to do, but everyone has their own way of naming things."

He did, however, want to make sure that students would have a reason to ask questions. If they thought that he was too busy talking with Eris, they wouldn't ask anything, and if they didn't ask anything they wouldn't learn. They were here to interact, and learn as much as they had interest in learning.

"If anyone has any questions, I promise I'm not too old to talk with more than one person at a time."

Interacting with Cruppy- Open for interaction.

In all honesty, it did hurt a little. But Rowan wasn’t about to go trying again, or even worse, looking for their pitty. If they didn’t want to interact with him? Fine. Nikolai was adorable company anyhow. 

And they were still playing fetch, which was fun!
Though the crup was wearing himself out quickly. Rowan slowed down the fetching, picking the beast up for a moment so that it could catch its breath. The air around Rowan was slightly warmer, so it wouldn’t burn Nikolai’s tiny lungs like the cold air would. 
He remembered playing tag with a group of kids when he was a tiny child. He would run in the snow for hours until he fell over. Even now the air burned his lungs, so he could only imagine how the crup would handle it. 
So he did the usual thing, and wrapped the small animal in his winter cloak, warming it further. It was a furry beast but at the same time, he had short fur, so it would only do so much. 
Rowan glanced up for a moment as the professor spoke to them all, before he focused back in on the crup, who was already half asleep in his arms, gnawing slightly on his thumb. Adorable. 

Interacting with Cruppy and Professor Griffith; Open to Interactions

When Tina heard Professor Griffith say he was open to questions, she almost began to raise her hand. However, fear stopped her. She has heard of Professor Griffith's reputation and didn't believe she had the time or energy to handle his abrasive attitude. She was very sensitive to even the slightest of mean comments. Still, she wondered so much about the Cruppy's abilities as Wrep. What else could they do and what is the less obvious difference between Crups and Cruppies? Perhaps she would read a book later to satisfy her curiosity. Slowly approaching the stern professor with her Cruppy in her arms, she timidly says, "Excuse me, Professor Griffith. I just wanted to let you know that the name of my Cruppy is Wrep."

"They sure are adorable."She said agreeing with Elena stroking Lily between the ears as the crup found comfort in her warm hands shifting position now and then to tilt a curious eye at who was holding, in response, she would just smile down at it and speak to it in a soothing tone which seemed to relax it a bit."Hello!"She said brightly smiling at the boy to whom she was introduced sticking out a hand for him to shake. He seemed nice enough and she always was willing to meet new people, though he seemed a bit hesitant to her or maybe that was just her. "Elena Jangleton of Gryffindor."She said introducing herself to the boy. Alan, huh...she hadn't seen him around before. She felt a tugging on her sleeve and looked down to find her crup gently chewing on her sleeve, she didn't really care anyways. The creature was too cute to be judged.

Speaking of cuteness, she heard Griffiths voice once again asking for questions and she fell into silence pondering. It really was a cute thing."Shame we can't keep them, huh?"She remarked to the group at hand. It gave her a sense of relief and the prefect was secretly happy she had signed up for this class. Now that she thought about it, a question did pop into her head though asking it was an entirely another story. The professor did not seem to be the type of person who was exactly approachable nor the most friendliest but she had to start somewhere. The girl slowly raised her hand deciding to speak from a safe distance away and when she was noticed, she would fire away her question."Professor? Um..I was wondering, these must be quite common creatures in the wizarding world. Where do they originate from? She said eyeing Lily with a sort of fondness. It really was appealing to the eye.

Interacting with Rosa the Cruppy, and Alan Vanes

Mentions Professor Griffith and Elena Jangleton

"Are you okay Alan? I know lots of people can be a bit, um, worrying. Makes my brain go a bit haywire sometimes." Elena hoped maybe if someone else was working not too well around the others, that it would help to know she wasn't, "If it's too much we can slip away and go do something with our crups somewhere else. Like, maybe just go chill closer to Griffith, he sort of lets off a 'don't approach me' field. For most people, I'm immune to it."

She saw Jangles talking to Griffith and smiled, shuffling a little closer to lurk on the edge of the conversation.

interactions: cruppy and rowan

Eris merely smiled, waving goodbye and retreating to play with her crup on her own. The small puppy made her feel ecstatic, and it did feel nice to talk to a professor who she knew wasn't evil. Hair flashing a happy shade of pink, she retreated towards the blanket and flopped down on it.

Looking at the people around, the small girl studied the group of people. How strange. She never really had taken the time to talk to any first years before, but Alan had, apparently. Avoiding the large group, Eris marched over to the wheelchair bound kid and his crup.

Studying him, she carefully carried her own crup. "You look shy. The whole point of a club is to meet people, you know. She didn't mention the wheel-chair. it didn't concern her. Hell, Eris had her own array of injuries.

Interaction with Nikolai the Cruppy and Eris Fawley. 

“Our definitions of a club are both very different then. Rowan Bane. You?”


He spoke without missing a beat, his voice a little stronger than usual. She wanted blunt. No- She was blunt. Maybe a bit of both. But she would most likely just walk away if he was meek and soft spoken the entire time. A little standoffish, he expected. Very childish as a whole. But they were children anyhow, it was expected of most of them. 

Read the room, Rowan. If you cannot do that much, you won’t appeal to people. 

Rowan looked up at her, the smile for the crup still on his face. Her hair was very pink. He tilted his head to the side as he took her in. 

A little ravenclaw had come up with the idea to call her Cruppy "rep". He wasn't sure if she was trying to make the name sound like a thug, shortening "street reputation" to the shorter version. If she was, then he was going to have to keep the twinge out of his eye when he started to cringe. But she was a ravenclaw, it was more likely that it was just some weird word she found in a icelandic dictionary that she mistook for a thriller novel. It was a distinctly Ravenclaw thing to do.

"Well, I'm sure they'll get quite a rep with a name like that. Interesting choice."

It was a pretty bad pun, but it was right there for the taking. In the immortal words of every 18 year old during their first visit to a tattoo parlor 'No regrets'. He was slightly disappointed when the little Gryffindor 'sassed away into the wind', but was pleasantly surprised when she went to Mr. Banes. If that girl turned out to be some kind of mind reader, he would not be surprised. Well, to be fair he would be very surprised. But he'd be able to say that he called it.

But he was saved from internal pondering by another little girl who he almost recognized. But not quite. She asked about where they came from, which was a pretty good question to ask, especially in a situation like this one.

"Well, they're not as common as you might think. Because they are aggressive to muggles, they are often labelled as rabid or psycho and put down. And not many wizards have the patience required to take the training. It's unknown where they came from exactly. Some people think that a wizard created them in retaliation for the witch hunts, and the hounds they used to try and track us down. Although the muggles didn't have much luck in their hunts, it's not a stretch to imagine some wizard planning a retaliation, so it's still the theory I tend to adhere to."

interactions: crup and rowan

Eris knelt down to pet her own crup, watching the boy with the flower crown speak. He spoke quite fast, but she found herself understanding every word. Brushing a pale finger down her puppy's back, Eris studied the boy and shook her head.

Clearing hair out of her face, Eris titled her chin to the side. She seemingly ignored the wheelchair still, even if her eyes had been glued onto it for a moment. "Eris Fawley." She replied, before frowning.

What was his idea of a club then? "And what, pray tell, do you think a club is?"

Interacting with Cruppy and Professor Griffith; Open to Interactions

Tina smiled at Professor Griffith before she walked back to her corner. It surprised her that his comment wasn't mean. In fact, she chuckled internally when she realized that he had mistaken Wrep for Rep. It almost made her laugh out loud when she realized he was making a pun. She set the very awake Wrep on the ground before giving them a hug. The little pup began whining and Tina knew that they wanted another belly rub. As she began rubbing their belly, Tina finally noticed the other students in the group. Some were older than her while others were people she knew.