Staying Late

[GRIFFITH ANDRAS CREWE]

It was rather common for Griffith to found at the area that functioned for his classroom. Whether he was occupied by coaxing one of his smaller creatures back into their crates, or simply spending time with his Hippogriff, Caerwyn, who always hung around at the back of the class. Currently it was the latter, stroking the powerful beak while Rikash scurried nervously around. The youngest of his foxes still hadn't gotten used to the white Hippogriff, but it wouldn't take long. With his Affinity, nothing ever did. The COMC Teacher ran a hand down the satiny feathers as he listened to Rikash's chirps and squawks of complaint. Before long the fox's desire for the security of being near him would override the animal fear made him keep his distance now. It had worked before with Gwydion and Siren. And while he waited for the younger fox, he was available for any student or teacher that sought him out.

And maybe even France. After Valentine's day he was finally beginning to feel a touch more secure in their relationship. And eventually, he might even tell his parents. While France didn't seem like the kind of boy you take home to your parents in most cases, he was probably just high enough on the weirdness scale to gain his mother's approval. If she handled his sexuality okay. Griffith shook his head sharply and refocused his mind on the comforting motions of smoothing each and every feather on Caerwyn's neck. The Hippogriff herself merely lowered her head to occasionally tug on his hair or the should of his jacket, making Myfanwy, perched on his other shoulder stir. Any muggle looking at him would be instantly reminded of Snow White, without the singing.

It was the sound of footsteps that finally made him focus on the outside world again, and as one all the animals looked in the direction of whoever it was. Griffith merely continued to straighten Caerwyn's feathers, unconcerned and merely waiting to be addressed. As long as Rikash and Caerwyn were quiet, there was no need or alarm. He had the best security of all the Teachers in Hogwarts.

Notes:
"GRIFFITH'S SPEECH"
GRIFFITH'S THOUGHT
NPC'S SPEECH

Mood :: Zen
Eye color :: Blue
Outfit :: Black Robe
Song playing :: Don't Fear The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult
OCC :: Open to anyone.
Word Count :: 358

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[DAMIEN REED KELITH]

When Damien was a student Care of Magical Creatures was probably his favorite class. He worked hard at learning as much as possible about this world that even after sixteen years of living in it was still so very strange. In fact more of his life had been lived in the wizarding world than it had ever been lived in the muggle world. Still sometimes things stayed strong in your mind. There was still always one thing in his world that was his world and that was his cat Badger. The cat that was large enough to be a small dog. His almost thirty pound Savannah Cat had begged him to go outside and Damien had made his way outdoors with the cat who got excited and began to play for a bit.

Damien watched the cat jump and play at everything that passed his eyes. For a cat that was a little over seventeen years old Badger still loved to play. The blue eyes looked down as he thought that the kitten that he once got as a boy who entered this strange world that he thought was all a ploy for his family to get rid of him was going to pass soon. Damien wasn't sure exactly how he would handle losing his best friend but he knew one thing was absolute, it was going to be the hardest thing that he was going to go through.

Soon enough the large cat had calmed down and pranced his way back inside the castle ahead of the young professor. The cat followed wherever it wanted to go and he led Damien off the moving staircases and onto the first floor and to explore the floor. Soon enough his cat slipped into Crewe's classroom and Damien followed suit. His eyes fell on the older professor working with his hippogriff. He still found it incredible that the man kept a hippogiff inside the castle but that was just one of the incredible things inside this castle that Damien loved so much about Hogwarts.

”Seems like we're both up helping our animals, sorry Badger got curious,” he said with a chuckle, ”how are you?” he asked the fellow professor. Badger was looking at the foxes inside the classroom, sometimes exploring the castle always brought Damien something very, very interesting. Today was an experience that Badger was going to probably attempt to play with Crewe's foxes.

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Tagged: GRIFFITH ANDRAS CREWE
Notes: Hope you don't mind me just popping in.

[GRIFFITH ANDRAS CREWE]

Griffith smiled softly as he heard Rikash give a playful, excited yip instead of his alarm screech. Caerwyn just looked down her beak at the new arrivals, pawing the ground in warning. He recognized the voice of the Muggle Studies teacher when he spoke up, and Griffith turned around, smiling. "It appears so. And don''t worry. Rikash is friendly. Can't really say the same for Caerwyn though." Griffith's Welsh lilt was still going strong even after all his time in England, his eyes sparkling as Rikash crouched down and tried to entice the cat into playing. Badger was easily recognized as a Savannah cat, and the sparse silver fur indicated age. Though the precise age, he wasn't sure.

Caerwyn clucked impatiently and tugged on his sleeve, and Griffith reflexedly reached up to stroke the hooked beak. He had what even most seasoned owners didn't with his girl, trust. She trusted him to understand, and he trusted her never to strike out without cause. "I'm doing well, just staying late as per normal. Caerwyn knows she hs to behave here, so I prefer to do her grooming before taking her back." Griffith answered his question, as he gently manipulated the Hippogriff to the side, giving him access to the rest of her feathers. "And you? Just taking Badger for a walk?"

He continued to preen Caerwyn's feathers as Myfanwy chirped in protest to all the activity from his shoulder. Out of all his owls, she was the only one that still complained about being awake at day, probably because she was small enough to be on his shoulder at all times. It was a rare moment to see him without his animals. Some were still too young to be without him for long. Sarasi, his orphaned Capuchin Monkey was still nursing, and he had a rescued Kneazle that needed domesticating. Griffith straightened from smooth down Caerwyn's leg, and glanced at Kelith. "I hope you don't mind if we move back inside. I need to feed Sarasi."

He said the name casually, not like it was meant to mean something to anyone. Because it wasn't. Very few people knew even half of his pets by species, let alone name. Francis was probably the only one who knew even his three foxes. And as he mentioned going inside, Rikash perked up his head, abandoning playing with Badger to dart towards the door out of the pen and into the sheltered part of the classroom. Griffith turned towards Kelith with a smile, gesturing for him to go ahead while he tied off Caerwyn. The rope was long enough to let her wander the entire pen, but she wouldn't be flying off.

Notes:
"GRIFFITH'S SPEECH"
GRIFFITH'S THOUGHT
NPC'S SPEECH

Mood :: Mellow. Thinking. Distracted.
Eye color :: Blue
Outfit :: Black Robe
Song playing :: N/A
OCC :: Not at all. And sorry about the post.. somewhere in the middle my muse decided to lay down and die.
Word Count :: 447

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