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Fifth Year CoMC; Y5 D9, After Lunch
Topic Started: Aug 16 2016, 07:41:19 PM (299 Views)
Alistair York
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Care of Magical Creatures
Year Level: Fifth
Residing Professor: Alistair York

Class Itinerary:

Discuss the origins and dangers of a Cockatrice. Meet one (or a couple): don't get turned to stone edition. A makeshift coop has been set up where class is normally held. No one is allowed to go inside just yet.
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Alistair was standing in front of the coop with a very large grin in place. He would have to shower at least three times before seeing his daughter, as babies were particularly susceptible to a cockatrice's bad breath, but he was pleased all the same. The cockatrice had been a bit of a side note in the classes' assigned reading, but given the reptile-birds' penchant for petrifying their victims he thought that this might at least be a little exciting for the notoriously hard to impress fifteen year olds.

Then, Alistair almost always thought this way when he actually got to introduce his class to a creature.

The coop was directly behind him, looking little more than a poorly constructed tent on the outside. The inside was a bit better constructed. A tarp stretched outwards outside, leaving a dry spot for his students to sit and write under. He could hear the rain splattering against it. The tarp had been an afterthought, and he was crouched close to the ground tying the last of the ropes down.
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But don't you know that only fools are satisfied?

Alongside her Salem buddies, Stella hobbled down the frozen hill toward today's Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Over her Salem uniform, Stella wore a thick white cardigan, which her mother had knit and gifted her for Christmas. Impatient, Stella scratched the back of her neck where the wool irritated her skin - why didn't her mother gift her something less annoying? Then, when Stella realized how much she truly missed her mom, she hugged the sweater a little tighter to her body. Being a continent away from the people she loved most was the hardest thing she'd ever done.

Stella wasn't really close to any of the Hogwarts professors, but she did like most of them. They were kind toward the student body, which Stella respected. So, when Stella reached the reserved class area, she offered Professor York a short but friendly, "Hi."
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Ioanna MacGowan
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In lieu of lunch, Ioanna had taken a nap and a shower before Care of Magical Creatures class. This time, she was sure to come out wearing her face, rather than the frumpy one she whipped out when she didn't want anyone to bother her. The short nap, shower and makeup session took her whole lunch period, but she didn't feel the least bit bothered. Her energy was up. Her eyeliner was thick. Her lips were a deep red. She had an impossible load of books in her bag. She was going strong today.

There was something cold about her makeup, and the thick black cloak she wore. Her appearance matched chilling cold of her surroundings. It seemed appropriate for winter. She was icy, stark but not dreary. There was an energy to her face that was only about fifty percent painted on. Her wide gaze could freeze time today.

She needed a lot of time these days for sure.

If someone hadn't known her, they might even mistake her for a type-A personality. Maybe.

Upon reading the board, Ioanna was struck with a thought. She realized she was going to have to voice this thought. It tickled her throat. She wasn't even scared, just curious.

"Professor York," she said, "This wouldnae have anything tae dae with thing that gaed aroond petrifyin' people two years ago, would it? Enemies of the Heir beware?"

Ioanna nonchalantly brought it up, thinking about seeing the words on the wall on Halloween. There hadn't been any incidents since then, but people were still nervous.

"Could the thing that's been petrifyin' people be a cockatrice, ya reckon? Ya think wan's runnin' aroon the school?"
Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Aug 19 2016, 06:02:37 AM.
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"Good Afternoon..." Alistair grasped for this student's name with very little success, and eventually punctuated the greeting with a smile instead.

This faltered as Ioanna brought up the elephant under the tarp. Hogwarts had been plagued by petrifications as of late! Some schools got lice, or chicken pox. Not Hogwarts. Alistair had been anticipating this. "A magical beast has not been ruled out, which is why we will be learning about the various ways a cockatrice and its cousins can petrify you and what you can do to minimize the potential risks upon meeting animals such as these."

"Knowledge is..." Professor York stared out at his students, expectant.

"Power." Piped up Billie Baker, one of the last in the class to arrive. She sidled close to Ioanna and ignored the smile directed her way.

"That having been said, the cockatrices I have here are tagged, accounted for, and muzzled!" Ali clapped his hands together and rubbed them with a dimmed excitement.

"House points to anyone who can tell me the cockatrices cousins and why a muzzle is important!"

Ooc/ please post as though your students have already arrived!
Edited by Alistair York, Aug 17 2016, 03:16:28 PM.
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Ioanna MacGowan
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"Basilisk!" Ioanna blurted out, without even raising her hand. Billie's presence next to her was like a jolt to her system. When the girl had spoken up, Ioanna sincerely hoped she had someone better to stand near (like Quinn, maybe), but no such luck.

It's not her fault, she thought, Don't be mad at her.

"Uh...the Basilisk is born from a chicken egg hatched under a toad," she said, beginning to ramble even though she was giving factual information, "But a Cockatrice is born from a chicken's egg that's been incubated by a snake. It's been thought that the egg must come from a rooster, but that's pure shite cuz roosters donnae lay eggs. Ah reckon the part about a Cockatrice being killed by a rooster's crow is true, though. Cockatrice can appear in nature, but the Basilisk is the work of controlled breeding and dark magic. They put a muzzle on a Cockatrice because...its breath can petrify living flesh?" She wasn't sure on that one. She knew it could petrify, but she wasn't sure if that was by gaze or if its breath did something else. "The Basilisk, on the other hand, has the deadliest venom in the whole world, and jist meeting its gaze causes..."

She looked down to the ground. Then to Billie. A gut reaction. Like she needes support. She looked away. Her last word came meekly:

"...death."

Ioanna wished she hadn't spoken at all, but what else could she do? She suddenly found herself wondering about the benefits of being turned to stone by a cockatrice.
Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Aug 18 2016, 01:03:44 AM.
Posted ImageAll your dreams are over now
And all your wings have fallen down
She's just like you
So why keep doing what you do
Why cut a friend
Posted ImageBut you were my favorite moment
Of our dead century
Posted ImageBut your heart can't grieve
For your little dreams
Oh no your heart can't grieve
Not for your little dreams
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Dolores Umbridge
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Fifth Year

Umbridge snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Hem-hem,", she cleared her throat loudly, like an the opening blow of a full-on assault, "He didn't ask for the complete and unabridged chapter on them, MacGowan."

More quietly, but still loud enough for Ioanna to hear, Umbridge sniggered to the students next to her, saying: "Did anyone happen to catch any of that in that provincial accent of hers?"

Ioanna visibly bristled, and turned to glare at Umbridge, who smirked back. Somebody needed to call this special snowflake out on her nonsense.
Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Aug 18 2016, 12:20:20 AM.
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Billie Baker
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Billie was kicking a hole into the ground with the toe of her shoe. She stood crookedly, with her hands shoved deeply into the pockets of her uniform.

She knew a lot knew a lot of what was being said, but couldn't remember why. Her Head of House had been nice enough to explain what had happened on Halloween, and some recap of the previous year. (Among other things, of course.) Billie had likely shoved her nose into it back then, planning on saving the school or something.

Billie did realize, mid way through the ramble of information, that she was to blame for Io's nerves. Billie just hadn't been thinking was all, her thoughts had been on the Forbidden Forest, and how exposed she felt when out in the open.

This may have been why she bristled so powerfully over Umbridge's bait.

"Brown-noser," hissed Billie, "if you were any smarter you'd shove your head so far up the Professor's ass he wouldn't be able to hear what anyone else had to say."

Ioanna didn't need Vi lashing out like a mad dog everytime someone said something remotely negative. Even if Billie snapped at the heels of anyone who hit a little too close to home she would still be impossibly indebted to Io.

The Gryffindor knocked her shoulder into Umbridge, hard enough to make a point, as she moved to stand near the only person who was obligated to not act fuckin' weird around her: Rodney, who was Billie's brother.
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Ioanna MacGowan
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An animal surged in Ioanna's gut. It growled. It urged her to bite Billie's head off for daring to fight her battles for her. She swallowed it. Instead, she turned on Umbridge, who had been her friend previously, or so she thought.

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"How's Other Dave?" she said, evenly and yet those three words dripping with more venom than the worst of those angry rants she was known for diving into.

Umbridge blanched. She looked like she was going to be sick. Ioanna smirked, feeling no sympathy. She didn't deserve it. Satisfied, she turned her attention back to the professor.
Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Aug 21 2016, 01:00:54 PM.
Posted ImageAll your dreams are over now
And all your wings have fallen down
She's just like you
So why keep doing what you do
Why cut a friend
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Of our dead century
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For your little dreams
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"15 points to Ravenclaw, it's clear you've done your reading Ioanna. We will be going over the Basilisk later in the week."

"Cockatrice are vulnerable to both roosters and weasels," Alistair gave a stern look to the trio of girls, but said nothing to any of them, "where a rooster crow will kill a cockatrice, the weasel actually secretes something from its skin that is deadly to them as well."

"This substance can be purchased as a ward against them, though no conclusive evidence suggests whether or not such a... cologne... works as advertised."

A cockatrice had the head of a rooster and the tail of a lizard, like misshapen dragons. They were quite small, however - compared to a basilisk. "The most dangerous thing about a cockatrice are such inconclusive reports. Most information to be had about these magical creatures was written by people who have held only one frightened encounter with them." This was an unfortunate case with many magical beasts, because they were dangerous and difficult to study doing simple day by day activities. Alistair knew a great many people who were in the business of studying magical creatures, and thus thought his report on them to be more credible. "The only thing that a cockatrice can paralyze with is its breath! Some are known to expel a cloud as large as five meters in diameter: such a cloud does not disperse quickly. It is possible to walk into an area vacant of a cockatrice and become petrified. Luckily such noxious clouds have a distinct odour, similar to chalk or ground up stone."

"You will not be petrified instantly. Can anyone tell me what a person might experience upon walking into such a cloud?"

ooc/ given limited information on cockatrice on the internet, at least that I can find, I'm just making stuff up on the fly. Let me know if should change anything.
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Billie Baker
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"Don't stand by me, I can feel my IQ lowering." Rodney whispered. He was bundled in far more layers than necessary and shaking like a leaf, he would focus on stopping his teeth chattering only to have his hands start shaking.

Billie said nothing, but gazed straight at the Professor. Anyone who was paying attention would likely be able to tell she wasn't really focused on anything.

Rodney pursed his lips, and tucked his hands into his armpits. It had been an easy enough shot for her to return. Rod was notoriously bad in this class. He didn't like anything about... wild life, or getting his hands dirty. He had never quite lived down his first encounter with a small magical creature. It had been about the same size as a caterpillar, and after much goading Rodney had allowed it to sit curled in the palm of his hand - a thing that already grossed young Rodney out to the extreme. Well, the poor creature had made the mistake of stretching itself out. Rodney had freaked out, screamed, and tossed the harmless thing as far away as he could.

Eventually, Rodney stomped down on Billie's toe. This was enough to ilicit a reaction, though muted. Billie stared at Rodney now, one of her eyebrows twitching in a way that was mildly concerning. (At least for Rod's well-being.) "At least I don't bloody reek -" Billie paused, and a large grin spread across her features.

"Don't -" Rodney started to plead.

"Are you wearing that weasel-shit?"

"It's not weasel shit, its an hormonal extract."

Billie bit down on her lower lip, quite hard, to stop herself laughing.

The Baker twins were getting red in the face for entirely separate reasons. "Cockatrice are dangerous," Rodney attempted to defend himself, "I just don't want one of them near me. I heard Professor York boasting about them and I wanted to be prepared."

Can anyone tell me what a person might experience upon walking into such a cloud?

"Ye - Yes! Me!" Rodney piped over his sister's retort. The Ravenclaw was embarrassed enough already without noticing the strange looks he got from his classmates, he cleared his throat awkwardly before continuing, "Shortness of breath, coughing. A cob-web like feeling in the lungs. Petrification would spread from the lungs outwards. A person might escape their fate by turning back immediately and seeking medical assistance."

Billie's face immediately straightened itself out once under the Professor's direct scrutiny. Her smile was sweet and innocent as pudding. Things could be normal for a second, so long as she didn't look at anyone who was too familiar. She'd stopped herself from seeking Beck out, she could do the same with Ioanna. And Quinn. And anyone else she needed to.
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Ioanna MacGowan
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Ioanna looked over her shoulder when Rodney spoke, and she wished she hadn't...or did she? Billie looked for all the world like she didn't really care about anything that was going on. Ioanna knew it had to be bad if she were standing by her brother.

Rodney was such a wee fanny. A real fearty cat. Billie wouldn't have tolerated anyone picking on him, but that didn't stop her and Ioanna from ribbing him more than few times together. Shortly after the Hellwarts incident, when no one else was talking to Ioanna but Billie and Quinn, it was kids like Rodney that were deathly afraid of her. Billie, in her usual fashion, thought that this was hilarious and encouraged Ioanna to try and make him wet his pants (figuratively, of course; Ioanna would think Billie would have been at least a little upset if it had gone that far).

One time, Ioanna kissed Billie's brother on the cheek, making some comment about the "kiss of Death". He turned so pale and sickly that Ioanna was worried for a moment that he really was going to keel over. But Billie laughed. Then Ioanna laughed. Rodney was miserable. Good times.

And Ioanna sorely missed them.

Shit. If she wasn't hanging out with Quinn yet, and she hadn't seen Beck around either, then was it really in her best interest for Ioanna to ignore her? Who was she protecting if not herself? Maybe she needed to rethink this...

But then Billie turned her head every so slightly, and Ioanna's heart jumped into her throat and all her muscles seized. She turned away in fear of being caught.

Maybe tomorrow, then...
Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Aug 22 2016, 10:03:55 PM.
Posted ImageAll your dreams are over now
And all your wings have fallen down
She's just like you
So why keep doing what you do
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For your little dreams
Oh no your heart can't grieve
Not for your little dreams
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