2028 Basic Lesson 1

Dakota growled and leaned into Vaughns touch. When she calmed down she followed him. She just needed to be near him in order to keep her cool. She watched as he dove for the bird and hit his head. She winced as she imagined it had hurt quite alot. After he put the bird away, she went over and kissed the top of his head before rubbing it, "Are you ok, love?" She looked at his hands and kissed each of the cuts as well. "We will fix those after this, alright love?" She smiled and moved her hair out of her eyes

Selwyn turned to see his dog and a small girl in red among the remains of his desk.  He stared at them both for a moment before hauling Cù-sìth out of the mess.

"Bad dog!" he reprimanded the hound, giving him a good swipe across the muzzle.

The girl he left to extricate herself.  She was a Gryffindor and they were sorted on the basis of acting before thinking, so Selwyn didn't see any point in giving her a detention.  It wasn't like she could learn from the experience.

Meanwhile, there was a call out from above. Only one student had taken advantage of the summoned brooms and she'd sighted the snitch- erm, Snidget.

Selwyn was kinda horrified to see the Slytherin's boyfriend (why was she dating a Gryffindor? Didn't she know what happened to girls who dated Gryffindors?) dive beneath a desk and take the bird in both hands.  He would not be mentioning that little feat of dexterity to Melissa any time soon.

"Okay, congratulations Gryffindor Boy, whoever you are. Someone remind me to take the roll next lesson.  Now, let's see if we can round up the rest before the end of class."

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End of the lesson.

• You can post helping clean up & capturing leftover creatures if you wish.  
• There is no homework for this lesson

And just like that, the dog smashed into the desk and they went topping down amongst the splintered bits of the desk. Casey could not be upset about it - it had been too much fun.

The dog was trouble but she seemed to have evaded it. She chalked it up to being less annoying than Rose. That had to get her somewhere in life, after all.

She sat up and found herself face to face with the large dog. She shook his ears and pushed herself up, cracking her back, before casting an eye around. "Alright. Where the hell's my gnome?" she called out.

One moment Bertie was trying to coax his Bowtruckle out of the cage when there was a load bang, the knocking over of a table, the sound of yelping and other students running around the classroom. It was as though Bertie had blinked, missed the storm warning and was now being whipped around a hurricane and his poor bowtruckle seemed even more reluctant to leave the cage.

Glancing up he heard the Professor yell something about catching the snidget for house points. What was this, quidditch? The Ravenclaw had never been one for sports and running around the classroom chasing a golden bird was something he'd rather not do, especially seeing Casey Weasley on table tops chasing the bird. He'd had one collision with the Gryffindor in the library last year and didn't plan on having another anytime soon.

'Come on. Don't be nerv-Ouch!' The bowtruckle had slashed at Bertie's approaching fingers before clambering quickly from the catch as he retracted his hand in pain and pressed the wound to his lips.

Great. Not only had he received a nasty laceration from the bowtruckle it had now escaped had flown off around the barn somewhere. This wasn't how Bertie had hoped care of magical creatures would have gone, it was such a contrast to the relaxing herbology lesson he'd had prior to their second period creatures class.

Too caught up in cleaning his cut with tissue in his bag Bertie didn't noticed that the Professor had ended class, the snidget had been caught and his bowtruckle was still missing. All that was on the boys mind was that as soon as he'd sat his OWL exams this was one subject that he wouldn't be continuing with.

"Alright. Where the hell's my gnome?" Casey's call made him realise that his own bowtruckle had absconded and was nowhere to be seen. Already students were leaving the barn without a care in the world for the animals. Sure he wanted to get as far away from this class as possible but leaving it in such a state seemed to be a bit rude.

'Good luck finding your gnome' Bertie said walking over to Casey and scratching the dogs ears. He always had had a thing for dogs. 'It's probably already buried itself somewhere. I've lost my bowtruckle too.'

Why he was talking to the Gryffindor, especially after the trauma their library occurrence had caused, he didn't know but both of them were in similar situations so it only made sense.