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CMC-101 Bowtruckles

Started by Molly King, August 29, 2021, 08:07:43 pm

Molly King

August 29, 2021, 08:07:43 pm Last Edit: August 30, 2021, 03:31:56 pm by EmBug
Molly had gotten up bright and early that morning to prepare the classroom for the new round of Care of Magical Creatures students. Her first batch of students had to bare witness to her trying settle in to her new role as a professor, but now, Molly really felt she had found her stride when it came to managing students and live creatures at the same time. It was all rather exciting so long as everyone behaved, and followed her directions. From her desk at the front of the class, she gave a quick wave of her wand, sending a flurry of papers into the air and settling on each desk. Molly found it rather appropriate to have a syllabus for each student as it limited the amount of lame excuses she had to deal with regarding assignments and test.

To the left of her desk stood a large potted ficus teeming bowtruckles. Molly always found it best to start of her class by getting a feel for her students and their ability to follow her direction, by beginning with the rather tame and shy bowtruckles. The worst anyone would walk away with, if they chose to disobey her, was a rather sharp poke to the hand from one of the creature's long sharp fingers. She had gotten the plant from the cabin her paternal grandparents owned that she frequented several times a year. A colony of the small creatures had settled in to the ficus that had been on the cabin's front porch, and Molly seized the opportunity to win over their trust, and incorporate them into her class. As student began to file in, Molly rose from her seat, and waited for them to all find theirs.

"Good morning everyone." She began, looking around at her fresh batch of students. "Welcome to Care of Magical Creatures. I am Professor King. You will notice you all have a syllabus on your desks, which has an outline of the lessons I will be teaching, and the creatures you will be meeting, as well as my office hours which I encourage you to take advantage of. Do not lose it. It also has the dates of exams, and the dates on which the various portions of your final paper are due. Please note that your written proposal for the creature you'd like to research for your final paper, is due in a week. I suggest you get thinking of your creatures as soon as possible."

Molly circled around to the front of her desk.

"Now I know some of you are already wondering 'Professor, will you grant me an extension on an assignment?' and you'll be pleasantly surprised to know that I am very much open to giving extensions. Simply mark the assignment on your calendar three days before it's actual due date, and there you have it, I have just granted you a three dey extension. You're welcome!"

Walking over to the ficus, Molly allowed one of the bowtruckles to jump onto her shoulder. Next to the tree was a cart full of potted plants, small enough to fit on each student's desk. Carefully she began removing one animal at a time from the tree, and placing each onto a potted plant. As she did so she explained their lesson.

"Today we will begin by learning about bowtruckles. Each of you will receive a small potted plant with one bowtruckle on it so you may more closely observe their behavior throughout our lecture. You will also receive some woodlice, and a pair of tweezers which you will use to offer the bugs to your bowtruckle. These creatures are rather shy, so you will need to gain their trust in order to make them more comfortable around you. A little treat should help do the trick."

Molly paused, looking around at her students again.

"Before we begin, allow me to make something very clear. This is not a petting zoo. This is a class just like any other, and I expect you to treat it as such. If you do not follow my directions, and do not do your work, I can guarantee you will have a rather difficult time passing." Molly took her teaching very seriously. She had learned the hard way that many students assumed this was a class they could sail through with minimal effort. She wasn't about to allow students to walk all over her, especially if their carelessness jeopardized the health and wellbeing of an animal.

"Alrighty then." she said with a smile, "If there are no questions, we can begin. Please come up and carefully bring your plant and woodlice back to your desk."

Ruby Moore

Ruby fussed with her robes as she walked down the halls to her class. She knew care for Magical Creatures wasn't exactly a fashion show, but as she always likes to say, the world is a fashion show. Or maybe someone else says that, she doesn't pay attention to quotes. Taking out a hand mirror, she tilted her head to look at her hair. She had spent a while debating about what she should do with it. In the end, she decided to just place it into a pony tail. It still looked good, though. Anything looked good on her. With a satisfied smile, she put her mirror back into her pocket, then straightened her neatly tucked-in shirt. Her black flats were shiny because she had just cleaned them this morning. Yes, fashion was everything.

Ruby walked into the classroom, letting her eyes wander around so she could take everything in. Interesting. She wondered just how many creatures would be permitted in this classroom and if they would ever have to venture outside of the room to study creatures. Surely, because no professor could make every creature come into this classroom to be studied like a trophy. No, they deserved to be free. She couldn't help but think it would be more smart to do this outside where the creatures would feel more at home, but she didn't say anything about it. Obviously, this professor knew what she was doing.

The professor. Ruby glanced over at the professor, trying to hide the judging look on her face. This was all normal. She usually judged the professors in her mind by looking at them, because first impressions were everything. This professor had a nice face, easily finished off with the right amount of makeup. Ruby raised an eyebrow. Not a very fashionable lady, is she. However she bit down the distaste, knowing it wasn't all about the looks sometimes. She sat in a seat, waiting for the teacher to begin the class.

She looked over her shoulders as the students filed in, then picked up the sheet before her. She glanced at the words, spotting some dates. It seemed this professor planned ahead, by much. And it seemed this class would give a lot of work. Ruby sighed. That was never good. She perked up when the teacher mentioned extensions, but rolled her eyes when she heard the rest of the sentence. Wow. Ha ha.

She watched the professor take sticks from a tree, and place them in pots. Ruby was extremely confused, until she realized they were bowtruckles. Of course. She mentioned them being shy, and Ruby stared at the creatures.

"Woodlice?" She exclaimed to herself. She looked at her perfectly painted nails mournfully, knowing this would not end well. She sighed, and looked around the room to see if any students were asking questions, because she had no questions.

Grace Pemberton

August 31, 2021, 05:01:14 pm #2 Last Edit: August 31, 2021, 05:08:33 pm by Royal_Poet
Care of Magical Creatures. Grace was cautiously optimistic that she would like this class better than Arithmancy. A low bar to clear for sure, but she could really do with a positive experience. Before the term had started she'd been certain that she would be nothing short of an absolute success, but ever since classes had started things weren't going her way. Grace was hopeful that Professor King would be nice too. She looked young, which was probably a good thing. Hopefully that would translate into a fun lesson that wasn't as stuffy and boring as History of Magic.

Clearly, her hopes had been pegged too high. Almost as soon as the Professor started speaking, Grace thought she sounded a bit sour. Syllabus, papers? They'd barely started the session and already the mood in the room was quite tense. They had to write a term paper on a creature. The way Professor King was talking sounded like she was supposed to know that already. Great, she was behind again and nothing had even happened yet. A written proposal on which creature to study, well that seemed manageable. She could write about crups. Or maybe puffskeins? Grace had a books on both of the in her dormitory with big, glossy photographs.

The topic of today's lesson was the bowtruckle. They had these long spindly fingers that could quite sharp and they liked woodlice. Grace remembered reading about them in the text book. They were quite common in Britain too. Maybe, Professor King had gotten them from the island in the Great Lake. There were quite a few of them living there naturally as Grace had found when exploring the area with her mum's dog Easton.

When asked to do so, Grace made her way to the front of the classroom to pick up her plant, bowtruckle and woodlice. After Professor King's warning she felt fairly uncertain about what could have been a fun assignment. Not a petting zoo. How was she supposed to get the bowtruckle to like her if she was not allowed to be nice to it? It didn't make an awful lot of sense, but she'd figure something out. Maybe the bowtruckle really only cared about the food.

She returned to her desk, positioned the plant and bowtruckle in the centre of it and sat down very, very quietly. If they were shy, they probably didn't like loud, startling noises. The picked up a woodlouse with her allotted pair of tweezers and of course her silly bowtruckle wasn't interested. Figured that she would get an uncooperative one. Get it to trust her. Okay. Grace brought the pair of tweezers to her mouth and pretended to eat the woodlouse herself. Maybe, the bowtruckle had to see her eating it to know that it was safe. Easton had been like that as a puppy. He'd only taken milk and cream cheese after she had dipped her fingers in his food bowl and licked them clean.

She held the woodlouse to the bowtruckle again. Still nothing. Yikes, did she actually have to eat one of the woodlice to convince her bowtruckle they were safe? Not her preferred method, but she supposed that could be plan B.

Then, she had an idea. Opening up her notebook, she removed a piece of light green blotting paper. Maybe, if she folded it into a cone, she could give herself long, sharp green digits similar to those of a bowtruckle. Worth a try. She divided the paper in two halves, making two cones to push over her fingers. It was a little bit tricky to get them to stay on, but she managed. Now, if she transferred the woodlouse from her tweezers to hold between the tips of the two cones... yes... that was perfectly bowtruckle-like. Had to work, hadn't it?

She held the louse next to the plant, waiting to see if the bowtruckle would approach her green paper digits.

Molly King

"Right then. Now that you're all settled at your desks I'll give you a bit to win over your bowtruckle before we begin getting into today's lecture." Molly said.

As her students began working with the little creatures, Molly took the bowtruckle that had hitched a ride on her shoulder, and tried to return it to the large ficus. Instead, two more decided to join the first, one on her other shoulder, and the other on the top of her head. Sighing to herself she attempted to remove them, but ultimately gave up when they only clung harder to her. Alrighty then, looks like she was going to have some friends today.

Slowly she began strolling around the classroom, observing her students and helping a few who seemed to have rather stubborn bowtruckles. One on one she was much less stern. Sure she was tough, and expected her students to put in the effort, but she wasn't a monster by any means. Moving amongst the desk, she came to Ruby Moore, studying her nail polish. Molly pushed the tweezers that were on the desk towards her.

"Spit spot Miss Moore. Your bowtruckle won't be able to appreciate your manicure if he is hiding behind your plant." she said. When it came to address students one on one, while in a class setting. Molly always tried to keep her voice low enough so only the student she was speaking to, and possible the few sitting in the immediate vicinity would hear. No need to embarrass people unnecessarily. Molly wasn't fond of making an example of students unless she absolutely had to.

Moving on throughout the room she could see Grace Pemberton had managed to pick one of the more stubborn bowtruckles. Quietly she watched as she began rolling up blotter paper. Well that was interesting. Most students didn't stray too far from using the tweezers. Occasionally one might attempt to use their hands, which usually ended it a swift poke from the creature's long fingers. But to make her own tool? Molly was impressed, especially when she saw the bowtruckle peek it's head out and take the woodlouse from her. As she approached her desk, Molly gave her a little smile.

"Clever thinking Miss Pemberton. Keep it up." she said as she passed by, heading towards the front of the room. "Now then, have we all managed to make a new friend? Is anyone still struggling? No? Brilliant! Let's begin out lecture." Molly asked, double checking everyone was ready to continue. Moving on Molly projected a larger image of a bowtruckle on a screen so everyone could see exactly what she was pointing too. Using her wand as a pointer, she began her lecture on bowtruckle anatomy and physiology. Glancing over her class she noticed some students sitting and blankly staring at her.

"This lecture will be covering information you'll be needing on future exams, I suggest you all be taking notes."

Ruby Moore

Ruby took her pot to the desk and sighed. She wouldn't enjoy this, she knew it. However, the rather unfortunate thing was that she had to, obviously, if she wanted to get a good grade. While she didn't approve of some of the ways teachers taught ("because what they wear does mean a lot, too!") or WHAT they taught ("I need to learn how to dig and love plants.. why?"), she wanted to pass. If she passed, it would be crucial for her future as a lawyer in the ministry, because finding loop holes in everything can only get you so far in life. Apparently. But even as she told herself she had to do this, she couldn't pry her eyes from her nails, perfectly painted, shaped to perfection in it's own perfect way. It would all be ruined... for dirt, or otherwise, moving stick thingys.

She sighed as the professor made a comment towards, her, and rather annoyed snapped back. "I know, Im just getting one last look at the nails I spent countless hours on, that will be ruined for some twigs." She knew she was a bit harsh, and that she would probably get in trouble, but maybe, just maybe, the professors would think better of priorities. Looks first, dirt absolutely Last! She stared at her little.. moving twig.. what was it? A bow tickle? Something like that. She folded her arms. "Look, twig guy.. I've got some.." Her voice turned to that of disgust. "..wood live for you! so come out!"

She waited expectantly. The twig did not budge, and if possible, it cowered further in it's protection from the pot. "Please?" She tried, because manners always worked. It seemed... to glare at her? Can twigs even do that? "don
t give me that look, stick thingy! Come on out!"
Her angry tone did NOT scare the twig into obeying. How dare it not listen to her.
 
She turned to the red head girl. "Hey, you seem smart, tell this twig to listen to me!" She thrust her finger at it, maybe a bit too far, because she accidentally poked it. It slapped her finger, and she was shocked. "Ow!"