Professor Sheryl Davenport's Hut, Come talk to her if you need her...

The Professor watched the creature, and gently started cooing in Spanish. She knew it probably wouldn't help the creature much, but at least it kept her calm. "Just make sure he doesn't run off the table, I don't know if we could find him if he did," she commanded as she took out her wand. She waved the wand over the ferret-like creature and the wand glowed in a deep violet tinge, and she let out a sigh of relief. "Well, Regis doesn't have rabies, so you're probably safe, just make sure that bite doesn't get infected," she warned, watching the creature writh on the table. She almost felt sorry for it, even though it was for it's own good. "Now to see if there's anything else wrong with him," she said, waving her wand over him again, mutting an incoherant spell. It glowed a calm, soothing blue, receiving another sign of relief. "Well, Regis is physically sound, if he wasn't, my wand would turn a bright red. Do you have anymore questions?" she asked, and gestured that Risk could take him back.
{{Sorry for the wait, parents needed to use the computer}}

This post has been edited by Sheryl Davenport on Aug 1 2004, 04:40 PM

Raven watched the whole scene, from her safe distance. She found it fascinating that she could tell whether the thing was sick just by waving her wand. She made a mental note that becoming a healer, especially one for Fantastic Beasts, may make an excellent occupation. She was almost disappointed that the thing wasn't dying, but then she realized it was probably the best thing for Risk anyway. "Thank you Professor," she said, unconciously, manners always came out before she thought about it.

"I told you." Risk said, firmly, sending a glare Raven and Ivan's way, but mostly Ivan's. He held out his hand and Regis jumped onto his arm, scurrying up onto his shoulder and giving a violent hiss at them all as Risk stormed out of the hut, taking his own path to were ever he wanted to get high at.

She was a bit startled at his behavior, but then turned to the other boy, the one who had obviously dragged him here. "Always better to be safe then sorry, thank you for convincing him to come," she said simpathetically. "I don't think I saw your or your friend at class, I'm sure you have a viable excuse, but I would suggest you getting a Hippocampus to supervise, I'm sure Raven can help you," she said, looking over at the girl. She took off her Dragon hide gloves and made the table vanish, waiting to see if they needed anything else.

Ivan sighed, watching Risk go, then nodded to the proffessor, smiling slightly. "Thank you, and sorry he was so rude." He said, before walking out of the hut to stare after Risk's receeding figure and wondering wether or not he should go after him. Though he decided against it, since he was angry with him enough.

Silently she followed Ivan out, nodding to the Professor her thanks again. On instinct she almost curtsied, but she caught herself in time. She was still a bit shocked at Professor's calm nature towards the bizarre creature, but how was she to know what she had seen or been through. Maybe nothing shocked the Professor anymore, but she wasn't rude enough to ask. Respecting elders was something both she and her Grandmother agreed on. "What now?" she asked rather offhandly, not really expecting or needing an answer.

Ivan sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking over at Raven and forcing a smile despite his worry for his friend. "Perhaps we should take Proffessor Davenport's adivce, since I dont really want to have a bad grade." He said, a bit teasing, though it was a failure to lighten the mood. "And I dont think I'd be able to do it on my own. I'm only good with goats."

(( And I gotta go now o.o; dinner, adios! ))

{{Bye}}

"He'll be fine," she said quietly, being able to see the anxiety hidden behind the smile, having hid her own like that so many times. "He just needs time to come around, I think we should just be glad Regis isn't toxic," she said, truly relieved at that fact.
"Lets get you an A+ Hippocampus, just pretend it's a goat," she said, her voice lightening, knowing it was her turn to be the distractor, she grabbed his hand, leading him over to the Hippocampus corral. She wanted to visit her own darling, which she felt she had neglected lately.

This post has been edited by Raven Beaumont on Aug 1 2004, 05:05 PM

Kiekoe ran into the hut. Looking for the professor. All she saw were animals, especially exotic ones.Professor Sheryl wasn't there. Should she just send an owl, or wait to ask her the question. It was cold, she couldn't make up her mind. Anyway, the question wasn't really that important. She loved animals, so was wondering if she could join the class, but wasn't sure.

She noticed a parrot and remembered how it could talk english, or any language.

She tested the if the parrot understood english, "Hello,"

"Ola," the parrot squwaked in spanish.

Well, if the parrot speaks spanish, the professer must understand, right? I hope. she thought, If the parrot doesn't tell the professor, tells her something different, or the professor doesn't know who I am, I'll send an owl.


She told the parrot,

"Hi, my name's Kiekoe I'm a 1st year and I was wondering if I could join your class," luckily the parrot said something in spanish, but she wasn't sure if the parrot said what she wanted it to say.

She left a note that read:

She ran out of the hut, to the owlery.

This post has been edited by Kiekoe on Jan 2 2005, 04:28 PM

Kiekoe walked back in the hut. She looked around and spotted the owl.

"The Professor, still not here. Now that's strange. Oh, you can go back to the school," she told the bird as she took the note he was holding. He flew off to the castle.

" Ahola omego!" she told the parrot," I don't need you to remember my not any more," as she took the note that she left, "Muchos graseeas".