Uncles Gone Fishing
Lesmana had planned that he would spare his Sunday morning to enjoy the scenery. He actually didn't expect that his job wouldn't be full of herbal aromas, questionable things, or a cauldron anymore. He handled the papers more after his position switch, and that made him stressed. He needed a relief from his stress, an activity that refreshed his mind.
With his casual attire: black shirt and dark blue jeans, which he got from his squib uncle, he left his office locked. The weather was nice. It was sunny with some clouds chasing each other. It was pretty much enjoyable. The man kept walking until, took some deep breaths, and sometimes kicked some stones until his eyes saw the Great Lake.
It was very vast and magical. He learned that many magical aquatic creatures lived there. He wondered if there was any similarity between aquatic creatures in Scotland and Omah Geni. He smiled. Remembering Omah Geni made him miss his hometown. He spent most of his time there, making some friends and gaining some experience before he went to Hogwarts.
His sixth sense made his focus switch to something else. On a tree, he saw a hawk @Oziel Toussaint looking directly at him. Lesmana tried to ignore the bird, but he couldn't. "Weird. Is it really common for that kind of bird to be around here?" Lesmana mumbled.
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Uncles Gone Fishing
༒ June 1, 2025 ❙ Morning ༒
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It had become a routine for Oziel to transform into his Animagus form and fly around Hogwarts. It was her main mode of patrolling and having a bird’s eye view helped him a lot in catching some students trying to sneak into the Forbidden Forest before they could put themselves in danger. Aside from that, he could see those that were just minding their own business, sometimes taking a detour to the Quidditch training pitch to take a quick glance at those wanting to improve their flying skills. On some days, he would find himself wandering to the outdoor club area, hoping to find those practicing for broom racing, a sport that he loved so much from his youth up to now. Other times, he would be sparring with a training dummy he made out of wood and straw near his cabin.
But the best relaxation activity for him though… was fishing. That was a part of his plan for this Sunday. As soon as his patrol was done, he went down to the great lake, still in his hawk form. He had already set up the boat and his fishing rod was already in it and just waiting for him to take hold of it. He landed on a tree branch, scanning the area to see if people were around, wanting to share the joy of fishing, may they be an adult or a student. It’s a good stress reliever and in an elite school like this, students and faculty alike are bound to get overwhelmed by the things happening around them. He was about to land on the ground until the figure of a person caught his attention.
While he was still a bit new to this job, he can mostly recognize his fellow faculty members even if he only saw them once in a while aside from his siblings. The man that had arrived was the Head of House of Slytherin. Said to be the former Potions Professor before Samuel Sauber and didn’t get the chance to warm up that seat due to quickly getting a new position just a couple of days after. Funny really, Oziel wondered what had gone into his mind when all of that happened. Shocked? Happy? Maybe even both. When his presence was noticed by the said man, he didn’t move. He just… stared, much more so when he started speaking.
He wasn’t that surprised when this man was giving him all of his attention. His Animagus form was eye-catching in its own way due to not being a native in this country so Lesmana was right. It was weird to find an uncommon bird perched on a tree branch. Oziel decided to play. He flapped his wing, mustering the loudest screech he could muster before taking off into the air. He wanted to surprise him a bit with that sudden movement and sound. He circled above for a few seconds before diving back to the ground right where the boat he borrowed was. He slowed down before he could land and quickly transformed back into his human form with a grin present on his face.
“Hello there.” He lowered down to pick up the fishing rod, looking back at Lesmana. “Lovely day for fishing, ain’t it?” He asked before letting out a cheerful laugh. Guess he found someone that he could drag into his fishing trip.
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Uncles Gone Fishing
Startled by the sound of the bird, Lesmana quickly grabbed his wand. His eyes kept looking at the bird, preparing to cast any spell he had mastered. It wasn't until the bird transformed into a man whom Lesmana knew.
"Mister Toussaint," Lesmana muttered.
Lesmana just knew that he was the new Groundskeeper. Lesmana hasn't had any chance to talk to him. In fact, Lesmana haven't had any chance to talk to any staff. His month after going to Hogwarts became very unexpected suddenly. He didn't teach potions anymore and was entrusted to take care of the Slytherin students. He had to adapt more for the new work, leaving him no time to socialise properly. Not to mention that his friend, Sereia Clairmont, the former Professor of Divination, also left the school. He was lonely and confused. It was a good quality for him that he could adapt to any changes easily, even though there were many things he should learn, including the culture.
The edge of his mouth lifted. "So you brought this boat? I'm wondering why there's a boat here." Lesmana took some steps closer to the boat, checking it. His head turned, and his eyes looked directly at the other man. "Fishing? Are you planning to use this boat for fishing?" he chuckled. It has been a long time since he went fishing. He wondered what fish he would get if he fished on the Great Lake. "I was wondering if I could join you for fishing."
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༒ June 1, 2025 ❙ Morning ༒
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“Oh, the boat?” Oziel wondered without looking at Lesmana, more focused on the boat and of course, the fishing rod that he bought earlier and checking if someone else had messed with it while he was out doing his patrol. From the looks of it, it was still in good shape. No damages, no tangled strings. “No, I borrowed this one from our good caretaker.” It was only when he answered him that he turned around, showing a cheerful grin on his face, even more so when the man before him was showing interest in fishing or at least, that's what he assumed since he was asking questions about it.
“You want to join me?” He wasted no time to confirm what the Slytherin Head of House just said and it brought him joy that someone was willing enough to try out fishing. He had thought that in an elite school such as this, others would have interest around the magical side of activities instead of what they would call… muggle activities. Kind of like making potions in their spare time, practicing spells, maybe even researching magical creatures or plants like what his siblings do in their free time. “Of course! Of course!” How could he say no to Lesmana's offer of being his fishing buddy?
“I only have one fishing rod but you can use it first and try to get the first catch.” Oziel held out the fishing rod towards Lesmana, still smiling eagerly for him to take like a child getting their first friend. “I could always hunt in my Animagus form too.” He laughed. “We could go a bit further from the shore. Surely we could get some great catches close to the middle of the lake. Let's just hope that none of the magical creatures bite instead.”
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Uncles Gone Fishing
The corner of his lips lifted. The idea of fishing in the Great Lake really excited him. Perhaps, it could be a moment for him to know his colleagues at work and get away with his loneliness. He still wondered what they could catch. He also silently planned to borrow the boat from the Caretaker too. What kind of person was the Caretaker? Lesmana could only guessing until he had time to speak with him.
He listened to the older man. He looked into the boat and found the fishing rod that was mentioned. His nods turned into surprised when he heard the latter. "You haunt in your animagus form?" He asked in disbelief before changing it into a chuckle and fascination. "Sorry. I mean, I just heard that." That sounded rough for him. But it also means that Lesmana should really come out of his nest to see the outer world. Well, he wanted to, but the time wasn't in his favour. "It has been a long time since I fished for something. I'm not really sure about my ability to do it anymore."
He looked at the boat and the lake again to see the spot that he had been pointed to. "Middle of the lake sounds good," Lesmana nodded. "And yeah. Let's not catch any magical creature." With that, he got into the boat.
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