31 Jan 2019, 17:18
Prof. Griffith's door.
Jesse decided to just leave. Maybe her plan was dumb, she didn't have any experience with these creatures at all, and she was acting more ignorant than anything else, so she felt. If she had to choose between a muggle job and a wizard one, she was sure she'd choose wizard, even though she still time to decide. Handling magical creatures sounded awesome but ever since she'd come to Hogwarts, she felt less and less responsible, she probably wasn't cut out for it anyways. Besides, she had her classes to worry about, and wanting a pet dragon was definitely not allowed in the curriculum.
So Jesse said her farewells and left, trying to burn the strange yearning from her mind. She figured studying in the library could clear her mind, she tried to maybe she could meet Eleanor there, and that idea made her blush. She thought about how she could surprise her friend, perhaps her only friend, and this made her want to skip, which she did, across the great lawn. She was even joyful enough to do a cartwheel, tumbling onto the grass in a fit of giggles. Jesse wasn't one hundred percent happy, her whee plan still in the back of her mind, but she indeed felt better.
So Jesse said her farewells and left, trying to burn the strange yearning from her mind. She figured studying in the library could clear her mind, she tried to maybe she could meet Eleanor there, and that idea made her blush. She thought about how she could surprise her friend, perhaps her only friend, and this made her want to skip, which she did, across the great lawn. She was even joyful enough to do a cartwheel, tumbling onto the grass in a fit of giggles. Jesse wasn't one hundred percent happy, her whee plan still in the back of her mind, but she indeed felt better.
31 Jan 2019, 19:31
Prof. Griffith's door.
What the hell was wrong with these kids?
The boy hadn't answered his question on why he should be allowed near magical creatures, although he could have been thinking that the professor was only talking to the girl. The girl, meanwhile, had seemed super excited about the whole thing but then decided to just randomly run off. What was even going on, that didn't make any sense. But at least the boy had stayed. He seemed a pretty stable type, and Griffith had already begun to formulate a plan. The boy needed work, right? Well who said that work had to be done inside the dangerous stables?
"If you just need something physical to clear your mind, I can probably help you. If it's creatures you're after, I have something else. You can go to the billboard and sign up for R.O.A.M. So let's hear it, what do you think?"
It was back to just the two of them. He would never really understand how kids worked, but maybe that other girl had just come as part of a dare, or maybe she was the boy's friend and had come for emotional support before realizing he wasn't really popular enough to stick her neck out for. But he supposed it didn't matter much, at this point.
He had been telling himself that a lot, lately.
The boy hadn't answered his question on why he should be allowed near magical creatures, although he could have been thinking that the professor was only talking to the girl. The girl, meanwhile, had seemed super excited about the whole thing but then decided to just randomly run off. What was even going on, that didn't make any sense. But at least the boy had stayed. He seemed a pretty stable type, and Griffith had already begun to formulate a plan. The boy needed work, right? Well who said that work had to be done inside the dangerous stables?
"If you just need something physical to clear your mind, I can probably help you. If it's creatures you're after, I have something else. You can go to the billboard and sign up for R.O.A.M. So let's hear it, what do you think?"
It was back to just the two of them. He would never really understand how kids worked, but maybe that other girl had just come as part of a dare, or maybe she was the boy's friend and had come for emotional support before realizing he wasn't really popular enough to stick her neck out for. But he supposed it didn't matter much, at this point.
He had been telling himself that a lot, lately.
“If this is a complaint would you mind sending it with an owl? It's easier to ignore."
1 Feb 2019, 04:02
Prof. Griffith's door.
The truth was he had heard the professor’s question originally, but Oliver was always the type to wait until everyone else had finished speaking before he put in his two cents. But now he realized that the professor might have preferred to have the information in the order he requested it. And Oliver regretted everything. Not really, but considering how much he occupied his mind with what he should have done, he had enough alternate routes for different situations to make up an entirely new lifetime. It was a problem. He was working on it.
But, at the professor’s offer, Oliver lit up like a Christmas tree. His eyes shone with gratitude, and his posture immediately became more open and confident. Professor Griffith was giving him a chance! For both things Oliver had implied. Well, Oliver hadn’t really been expecting to be let near any creatures, he knew how dangerous they were, but that didn’t mean he would turn down the opportunity. But, was it an either ‘or’? Or an inclusive ‘or’?
Oliver had no idea what R.O.A.M. was, he didn’t really check any school events. Really, he just sort of… existed… in school… That was probably why he would never be a prefect or anything. He didn’t do anything important. But, whatever this R.O.A.M. thing was sounded fun!
“Could I do both?”
He would welcome any activity that didn’t involve squinting at paper or sitting cramped in a chair.
But, at the professor’s offer, Oliver lit up like a Christmas tree. His eyes shone with gratitude, and his posture immediately became more open and confident. Professor Griffith was giving him a chance! For both things Oliver had implied. Well, Oliver hadn’t really been expecting to be let near any creatures, he knew how dangerous they were, but that didn’t mean he would turn down the opportunity. But, was it an either ‘or’? Or an inclusive ‘or’?
Oliver had no idea what R.O.A.M. was, he didn’t really check any school events. Really, he just sort of… existed… in school… That was probably why he would never be a prefect or anything. He didn’t do anything important. But, whatever this R.O.A.M. thing was sounded fun!
“Could I do both?”
He would welcome any activity that didn’t involve squinting at paper or sitting cramped in a chair.
' ' Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. ' '
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Strength: 9 Agility: 8 Control: 3 Stamina: 10
2 Feb 2019, 15:45
Prof. Griffith's door.
"Yeah, you could do both. Alright, every few days I need to go find a sapling, dig it up and bring it over to my stables. Digging around all those roots is hard work, but it'd clear your mind if that's what you're after. And just send me an owl to apply for R.O.A.M when you have the time. I can lend you a shovel for digging, if you're still up for it."
Digging up the saplings he had planted outside the stables, one by one. It wasn't really glamorous, but it was work. Griffith could, of course, have used magic to bypass digging the saplings, but he didn't really know why he would do that. Didn't seem like the right thing to do. It was more personal if he took care of his problems himself, it felt like he was doing it the right way, not the magic way. The welshman did not like magic much, if he was being honest with himself. He would use it, sure. But he didn't especially look forward to using it.
Magical creatures were something different, of course. And he was too deep in the magic world to ever escape. He had tried, tried several times. But they always found him, one way or another.
Digging up the saplings he had planted outside the stables, one by one. It wasn't really glamorous, but it was work. Griffith could, of course, have used magic to bypass digging the saplings, but he didn't really know why he would do that. Didn't seem like the right thing to do. It was more personal if he took care of his problems himself, it felt like he was doing it the right way, not the magic way. The welshman did not like magic much, if he was being honest with himself. He would use it, sure. But he didn't especially look forward to using it.
Magical creatures were something different, of course. And he was too deep in the magic world to ever escape. He had tried, tried several times. But they always found him, one way or another.
“If this is a complaint would you mind sending it with an owl? It's easier to ignore."
2 Feb 2019, 19:04
Prof. Griffith's door.
“Of course, sir!” Professor Griffith would learn if he spent more time with Oliver that the boy was the type to do anything he was asked to. His strange obsession with morality and duty and purpose made it so that diligence was a big priority. His constant self-evaluations kept him from slacking off or procrastinating. Well, except when it came to homework. At least when he didn’t have someone to help him read. If he had help, he would work like a wildfire so that he didn’t waste his helper’s time any more than he had to.
Digging up trees sounded fun. His mother tended a garden in their Bedford home, so he often saw her rooting up plants and things, but he had never really helped her himself. Perhaps when he got to go home after this school year, he could show his mother his new found digging potential and help her with her roses.
If Oliver had known that Professor Griffith also had a somewhat distaste for magic, he would be quite glad that at least one other wizard outside of his family shared his grandfather’s (and therefore Oliver’s) views on the use of magic. Oliver was only at this magic school because it was what people did. And Luca and Dante had seemed to think they had grown as people from their experiences at Hogwarts. So, he would stick it through. However, it was unlikely that he was going to use magic much after he graduated, save for his Animagus form, when he finally got it and could run around with his brothers.
Digging up trees sounded fun. His mother tended a garden in their Bedford home, so he often saw her rooting up plants and things, but he had never really helped her himself. Perhaps when he got to go home after this school year, he could show his mother his new found digging potential and help her with her roses.
If Oliver had known that Professor Griffith also had a somewhat distaste for magic, he would be quite glad that at least one other wizard outside of his family shared his grandfather’s (and therefore Oliver’s) views on the use of magic. Oliver was only at this magic school because it was what people did. And Luca and Dante had seemed to think they had grown as people from their experiences at Hogwarts. So, he would stick it through. However, it was unlikely that he was going to use magic much after he graduated, save for his Animagus form, when he finally got it and could run around with his brothers.
' ' Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. ' '
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Strength: 9 Agility: 8 Control: 3 Stamina: 10
10 Feb 2019, 05:51
Prof. Griffith's door.
The welshman could use the help, sure. But not right now. Right now he had things and creatures to attend to, and a partially nibbled on sandwich to finish eating. He could send the boy an owl later when he needed the help. Or rather, when he was ready to do the work, or at least supervise the boy doing the work. He was actually a bit proud with how diplomatic he had worked out the situation, aside from the random girl showing up being all hyper and then running off because of some prank.
"I do believe you have classes you could be attending to, or do you need something else. I can owl you when it's time to get a tree."
He raised an eyebrow, and waited. This was hopeful just going to go nice and smooth and he'd be done in no time. The kid would be helped, with hard work to occupy his mind and let him relax a bit, and all in all, he would have more time. And because there was a decided lack of screen to watch stargate on, he would fill that extra time with more work. He might even be able to bring in some new creatures for R.O.A.M...
"I do believe you have classes you could be attending to, or do you need something else. I can owl you when it's time to get a tree."
He raised an eyebrow, and waited. This was hopeful just going to go nice and smooth and he'd be done in no time. The kid would be helped, with hard work to occupy his mind and let him relax a bit, and all in all, he would have more time. And because there was a decided lack of screen to watch stargate on, he would fill that extra time with more work. He might even be able to bring in some new creatures for R.O.A.M...
“If this is a complaint would you mind sending it with an owl? It's easier to ignore."
10 Feb 2019, 20:53
Prof. Griffith's door.
“Yes, sir!” Oliver didn’t want to waste any more of the man’s time. He could tell that the professor had places to go, things to do. He would hate to encroach on any of his duties. That would be horribly rude, and Oliver would rather have fingernails ripped out than be slightly impolite.
“Thank you very much for giving me this opportunity, I really appreciate it,” he said sincerely, bowing his head slightly. Truly, he did. The one thing that he always strove for in his life was the humility to learn from those older and wiser than him. It was mostly his grandfather who had instilled this into him. And, he knew that it was a little strange, this whole conversation, including the interruptions and general oddity of his request, but it had all in all gone much better than Oliver had expected.
If the professor had nothing else to say, Oliver would take his leave. Again, he didn’t want to waste any more of the man’s time than he had to. And now, yes, he had some things to get done, but at least he had something to look forward to later. It would make the monotony just that much more bearable.
“Thank you very much for giving me this opportunity, I really appreciate it,” he said sincerely, bowing his head slightly. Truly, he did. The one thing that he always strove for in his life was the humility to learn from those older and wiser than him. It was mostly his grandfather who had instilled this into him. And, he knew that it was a little strange, this whole conversation, including the interruptions and general oddity of his request, but it had all in all gone much better than Oliver had expected.
If the professor had nothing else to say, Oliver would take his leave. Again, he didn’t want to waste any more of the man’s time than he had to. And now, yes, he had some things to get done, but at least he had something to look forward to later. It would make the monotony just that much more bearable.
' ' Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. ' '
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Strength: 9 Agility: 8 Control: 3 Stamina: 10
11 Feb 2019, 03:32
Prof. Griffith's door.
This thread is now closed. Other students are free to approach griffith.
“If this is a complaint would you mind sending it with an owl? It's easier to ignore."
11 Feb 2019, 11:30
Prof. Griffith's door.
♫
The young Gryffindor would make his way over to the stables, he had been there before even though it was just to listen to the noises of the creatures. He would never break in that place without permission, but he found the sound calming, soothing even. One of his favorite places where either near the Great Lake or on the small hill close to the Stables where he spend his time reading. Sometimes coincidence played a trick and let him hear the sound of the creature he was reading about in just that moment. He would not be able to stop giggling whenever that would happen.
But today he was not here to read or listen to the creatures. He had two reasons to visit the door of the tall man, that he quickly learned to not judge by his appearance or the roughness in his voice. The first reason was to indeed ask a few questions, however another reason was to warn the students. He would need to as he did not want the same thing to happen to them. It would probably frustrate them or confuse them, so a warning would not hurt anyone. That exactly was the reason why Alan was heading towards the stables, a wooden sign carried underneath his arm. He was sure the wizard would not mind or even notice another sign with all those he had already put up.
His smile reached his eyes as he found the perfect spot for his sign that he placed rather close to the other sign. The sign on a wooden post that he carried around found his way on the ground and Alan began to try to get the sign into the ground. He would use a stone that he found laying around to kind of use it like a hammer to hit the sign into the earth. A concentrated look on his face as the sound echoed through the place.
The sign read in his rather messy but still very readable handwriting, as he had painted with waterproof paint and a brush - “KEEP IN MIND – Use matte ink as the Nifflers might steal an owl with shiny ink!” He was proud with how nice it looked with the messy envelope he doodled at the top right of the wooden sign. The color already dried and the sign looked pretty awesome and useful in the second years mind, as he continued to hammer the sign nto the earth with a hand sized rock.
After he was done with the task he had given hmself, Alan brushed off his hands at the side of his pants and placed the hand sized rock on top of the sign, trying to balance it so that it would not fall down. However it might already fall when he was coming back from the short visit he planned for Griffith. After all there could be a storm jus suddenly showing up. He raised his gaze towards the Door and ran towards it, a silly grin on his face before he boldly knocked on the door. Only then noticing the cord next to the door and pulling it, hoping for the professor to make an appearance. To shorten the time of his wait he began to hum a soft tune.
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8 Mar 2019, 17:04
Prof. Griffith's door.
Someone was at the door. He hated it when someone was at the door. So far, only one kid had pulled the cord actually needing help with a creature. Sure, some of the other kids had needed help, but help that he shouldn't have had to provide. The man grumbled to himself audibly as he set down a large metal bucket with a clang and headed for the door. It took him roughly two minutes to get there and crack it open. What he saw made him actively want to slap himself in the face. It was the Gryffindor boy, the one that had gotten beaten up, was crying and then had immediately turned around and screamed that the welshman was "mothy"
Wonderful, fantastic, just what he needed in life. Making a mental note that part of his job was to talk to kids, and he was going to do it, one way or another, he started off with the question he gave to almost everyone who found themselves ringing his door.
"What do you want."
Come to think of it, wasn't this the owl kid? Alan Vanes? Right, and he had also shown up for the R.O.A.M event. The professor didn't let any of his thoughts show up on his face, at least not clearly, and he made sure to only keep the door open a crack. Just enough for his head to be easily visible. Not enough for a little boy to slip through.
Wonderful, fantastic, just what he needed in life. Making a mental note that part of his job was to talk to kids, and he was going to do it, one way or another, he started off with the question he gave to almost everyone who found themselves ringing his door.
"What do you want."
Come to think of it, wasn't this the owl kid? Alan Vanes? Right, and he had also shown up for the R.O.A.M event. The professor didn't let any of his thoughts show up on his face, at least not clearly, and he made sure to only keep the door open a crack. Just enough for his head to be easily visible. Not enough for a little boy to slip through.
“If this is a complaint would you mind sending it with an owl? It's easier to ignore."