Prof. Griffith's door.

This thread is now closed. Other students are free to approach griffith.

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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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Alan was standing in front of the door, waiting with a lack of patience caused by a lot of excitement that was clearly noticeable in the way his eyes lit up when he heard heavy footsteps coming closer. He straightened up a bit and a bright smile pulled the corner of his lips up, when he saw the door opening. He stared at the tall professor, who was dressed like he usually did. He did not waste any time apparently, directly asking what bothered him and Alan was sure he must be kind of busy, so Alan too decided to not waste any time.

”Hello professor, I hope you are having a great day! I am sure you remember me from R.O.A.M, correct?”, he greeted enthusiastically, but not even giving any time to respond to his question. It was clearly meant to be rhetoric, since Alan was sure the professor would not let anyone close to a creature without supervising them. ”I am actually here for two things!”, he announced, holding up two fingers with a happy look on his face. Congrats, this boy could count.

”So the first thing would be that I put up a cool sign over there with a tip for the other students!”, he explained as he stepped aside to give the professor a view on a sign, that Alan now was pointing at. A sign that if the professor knew his environment probably showed that it was fairly new. So after a second he grinned and stepped back in front of the professor.

”Secondly, I had some questions?”, he added nervously.

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The second year looked at the older man, his smile reaching his eyes now upon getting the attention he required to get the answers to all the questions that had been bubbling in him ever since the lesson about Crups. He reminded Senkel, the small quirky crup that just had a thing for laces and he wondered if the mischievous pup was gnawing around on Griffith's stuff in his office or the stables, the place that mostly was his office. Would it look like an office though? The young lion had his doubts, but all the thought made him zone out, until he snapped out of it and grinned lightly at the grumpy professor.

”So... so... Do the pups still live with you or did you give them away? Can I know how Senkel is doing and well something more random, how would you feed an animal if you do not want to buy the bad stuff from the stores? Like I already know not to give animals boiled bones, are normal bones fine? I am thinking about getting a pet soon and I don't know how to plan their diet, because I couldn't really find a good book about it!”, he rambled and his pattern of speech was fast, maybe straining yet not too fast to misunderstand what he was saying.

Another thing popped up in his mind, making his eyes widen. ”What about toys! Toys and activity is important right, but I read and heard so much about cats and dogs hurting themselves on their squeaky toys... So what should I get the pet? I would ask a vet, but I am curious and you are the only one getting close to the term vet... just like a magical one with even more knowledge about different animals! So what toys?”, he asked sheepishly, hoping that the older man would not send him away, yet he believed he had a reason to be professor and a professor becomes professor because they like to share their knowledge, right?

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He stood there curiously and wondered what Griffith meant by that and when he made a paper appear from his pocket and a piece of charcoal, the second year blinked in slight confusion. A frown formed on his lips as he thought what he would scribble on it. A name? Something sarcastic? The latter was not likely, he was not mean like that after saying he was about to help.

When Griffith handed him the piece of paper Alan's eyes swiftly ran over it with a soft smile that lit up his face brightly. It was a name and a book, making Alan grin and nod at the professor. Guessing him telling him stuff would be unclear and just a bother. Also he liked to learn stuff like that, in practical was his favorite, like how to build stuff and how to climb a tree without falling, but in theory making yourself smart on a subject you are actually interested in? He liked that too.

”Senkel is?”, he asked with widening eyes. ”Would it be too much to ask if I can see him? If so I would be happy with a picture or so, I just wanna see him again and tell him he is a good Crup!”,he asked and maybe was testing his luck. But he was Alan after all and he cared for the four pawed lace-addict.