Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th)

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Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th) Jan 28, 2013 19:35:59 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2013 19:35:59 GMT -8

Professor Kettleburn had been teaching Care of Magical Creatures for a few decades now, and was practically as old as Hogwarts itself. Wrinkly and straight-laced, he seemed to Noomi to possess a wavering grasp on reality. He frequently forgot her name and tended to refer to himself in third person. Frankly, he was getting senile, and it should have come to no surprise when he retired respectfully and quietly. Kettleburn had begun the term confidently, but within a couple months, resigned, leaving his assistant, Noomi Wolfram, a bit in the lurch. A Squib, she certainly wasn't qualified to teach the class independently - at least now in the eyes of the Ministry of Magic and over-protective parents . She had been told by Headmaster Dumbledore that a replacement would be due shortly, but until then, the class was her sole responsibility. In any case, Noomi was no less grateful. As financially lucrative as backdoor creature breeding and trading was, it was becoming a bit exhausting. She was eager for something more stable. Teaching the Care of Magical Creatures class was her dream job. The only thing was, Noomi didn't exactly like kids and she was pretty sure they didn't like her.

That was the worry she struggled with all morning as she paced back and forth across the Hogwarts grounds. Kids... they were agonizing, truth be told. They were always shouting, and running around, and dong something incredibly daft. It was like they didn't have brains at all. When Kettleburn had held this post, he really only used Noomi for hands-on tasks, like when they were dealing with bigger beasts like unicorns or thestrals. All Noomi had to do was keep the creature under control, make sure they didn't get spooked, et cetera. For an animal breeder like herself – illegal or not – it was quite the simple task. Even without magic, she was more than capable of making sure a hippogriff didn't beak a student to death. And the best part was that she barely had to say to words to the magical brats. Now though, it appeared that the tables had turned. Now she'd actually have to talk to them, not just at them, the latter of which was more her specialty. She groaned inwardly at the thought of having to deal with their insipid inquiries and inflated hormones. Merlin help her.

Noomi stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. A thestral mare and foal stood at Noomi's side as she waited anxiously for the first students to arrive. She ran her hand across the mother's forehead, whispering gentle shushing sounds to calm the creature and, more importantly, herself. To those idiot children, it would probably look as if she were stroking the air, murmuring to herself. Noomi could see the two thestrals as clear as day. At least she could have this moment of peace before the students arrived. Releasing a gentle sigh, Noomi silently prayed this day would go alright. She had yet to bond with any of the students. Much like Filch, Noomi was really more of an enigma to the students rather than someone they came to. Noomi wasn't really sure if she wanted that to change. She couldn't imagine becoming the best of friends with any of her students. They didn't have to like her, but they would at least give her their respect, that was for damn sure. She wasn't about to let some privileged witches and wizards push her around just because she was a sad, little Squib. Fuck that shit.

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Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th) Jan 30, 2013 11:15:45 GMT -8 via the ProBoards App

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It was a rare day indeed when Jessie was up in plenty of time for breakfast and then didn't go back to bed on top of that. The old bat that was the Transfiguration teacher had given her a few detentions for being late already. Don't get her wrong, she loved the class and she was pretty sure Magonagall would have liked her better if she wasn't so late; she was otherwise top of the class. But today she had woken up at the butt crack of dawn, confused for a moment until she remembered she had a combined Care of Magical Creatures class that she had signed up for special. Well it was required for the sixth and seventh years, but since so few had kept it from last year, and it was a special class, they had a special guest and special animal. Since her chat the summer before with Dumbeldor, Jessie had actually been trying, regardless of the tardy detentions, to turn her act regardng classes around for the better. She had also promised her parents, and she had be taught in true southern style that a man or woman's word is as bonding as signing a contract.

Jessie wore a pair of dark colored jeans and her black combat boots under her black robes. She threw the cloak over her shoulders since she was going to be outdoors. It was just about the only thing she liked about the school uniform. It reminder her of her younger days, before she had found out about magic and all that stuff. She may be a half-blood by birth, but she had grown up like everyother muggleborn witch or wizard. Jess would never admit this, but one of her of her favorite books had been The Hobbit; she was still trying to get through Lord of The Rings. The cloak made her feel closer to her favorite childhood stories.

She pushed open one of the large entrance doors and stepped out into the mid morning sun, adjusting the bag on her shoulder and began the long walk to where the class was meeting. The seventeen year old fifth year knew of no others from her year that had signed up, but she always felt slightly behind them all, and while once again she'd never admit it, she hated feeling dumber than everyone else around her. Sleepless morning often meant a trip to the library and some mid morning drool on some parchemnt.

Halfway to the class, she had to stop and take her cloak off stuffing it into her bag because it was unseasonably warm out. An interesting sight met her stone-blue eyes when she arrived, the first one oddly enough. A literal skin and bones, black winged horse and what looked like her foal stood with the black squib where had taken over when the old fart left. The southern girl dropped her bag next to a tree and approached slowly. "Wow. I ain't evah seen anythin' like them. Are they the creature for the day?"[/color] She asked stopping about ten feet away.

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Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th) Jan 31, 2013 20:22:45 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2013 20:22:45 GMT -8

It was an unusually warm morning, the morning Rodolphus Lestrange made his way out of the Slytherin common room, through the winding staircases, and out the front entrance of Hogwarts in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. The golden splendor of the sun shown through the smattering of white clouds that dotted the sky, brightening up Rodolphus' already cheerful mood. Cheerful really wasn't a word that described Rodolphus usually; not that he was typically grumpy or surly. In fact, he possessed quite a lively disposition. That lively disposition was just usually riddled with sarcasm and bloated arrogance. There really was no particular reason for his good mood that day. It was just the sort of occasion in which one wakes up feeling enormously worthwhile. As he sauntered down the hilly slope past Hagrid's cottage, the grass still damp from the morning dew, he could see the group of students already gathering for today's Care of Magical Creatures class. For once, Rodolphus wasn't late, so he took his time getting to the edge of the forest.

When he finally arrived, Rodolphus exhaled slowly and halted beside a nameless Gryffindor girl he had yet to be formally introduced to. All he knew was that she was an oh-so-exotic American and she had an accent that was either irksome or sexy, depending on his mood. He cast her a sidelong glance and then looked toward their instructor with a glowering stare.

Where was Professor Kettleburn? And why in Merlin's name was this incompetent Squib at the head of the class? She wasn't going to teach, was she? Rod rolled his eyes, inwardly wondering what his father would think (not to mention the other pure-blooded parents) of a magical reject teaching a class at Hogwarts. He would take a wild guess that the reaction would be less than savory. “What rubbish,” he breathed quietly to himself. Even though Rodolphus was a blood-purist like most Slytherins, he wasn't quite as adamant about it as some others. He supported blood-purity in a bored, back-row, flag-waving kind of way, letting his more zealous counterparts lead the charge. Sure, he didn't rub elbows with mud-bloods and Squibs; he found such people to be generally abhorrent. However, he didn't really go out of his way to torture them, either. He had much more important things on his mind. Nevertheless, the idea of a Squib instructing them on magic was completely absurd to him. What did this magic-less wench know of anything? A dung beetle was more qualified.

Rod began to rock back and forth slightly on his heel as he watched the Squib – who's name, he realized, he didn't know; not that he really cared, anyway – stroke the invisible air. Ok, so she was both an abomination and crazy. How delightful. Clearly, this class period was going to be on the intolerable side. He would just have to find something to entertain him. Looking back at the Gryffindor girl, he examined her up and down, trying to decide if she would be worth the trouble. She was a Gryffindor, after all. However, Rodolphus was well awarel that he could be very... persuasive.

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Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th) Feb 1, 2013 9:19:09 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2013 9:19:09 GMT -8

This girl was ravenclaw that came to the class to study. This girl was half blood. But her father was pureblood while her mother was muggleborn. So that naturally made her half blood the combination that is. That she was not high class no she was not rich or poor. She was what one could say middle class mainly that. That her stepmother she was dealing whatever creature she had to wonder what sortie of creature would they are dealing her parent.

That she was wearing her name that she never meet squib before so this was new to her as well but she was ravenclaw half blood she was listening but at the same time she had some paper in her hand to take note and other useful items she was some prepared if they had tested.

That she was ravenclaw she was supposed to be smart and what not listening to the slytherin remark about it being this or that. She had her problem of course she did with her parent that she had nightmare and then she tried to stay asleep she was little tired but she made it she was third to arrive which was some what good she guess she listening for the teacher waiting for it started.That she push the door open she got here but she listening to two of them wondering if there would be some sortie bickering between house. She had to wonder that is she was ready for class likes she always was and what not awaiting for it start or for other student to get here of course.

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Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th) Feb 1, 2013 19:08:02 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2013 19:08:02 GMT -8

Care of Magical Creatures. What a lame and boring class he signed up for. Did it really matter to save and care for creatures he would rather not touch? Of course it didn’t, but the class was an easy A, so long as Kettleburn was still teaching it and not his squib of an assistant...what was her name? Boots hitting the ground as he walked across the lawn. Rabastan decided not to wear his school uniform today, instead he was sporting a pair black jeans, a pair of boots and a black dress shirt that happened to be half tucked in and it was only buttoned halfway. His black undershirt was highly visible as it hugged almost every single curve of his body. The green and silver Slytherin tie hung loosely around his neck, but that wasn’t all that changed about Rabastan.

Ever since that night with Integra he felt empowered, like he was so much more than he used to be. That and his once long hair that gently grazed his shoulders had disappeared completely. Rabastan got tired of the mockery he was made out to be and did something about it, instead of taking it like a little bitch. He was a pureblood and he better damn well be treated like one, so he chopped it off, he and Integra that is. A twig broke beneath his footfall as he looked over at Rodolphus. The silvery green eyes were reflecting in the sun and the words that came from his brother’s lips were rather agreeable. He had not been looking forward to this the entire day, but when he noticed Kettleburn was no where to be found and the black curly haired girl was teaching the class he almost scoffed.

Pulling his metallic cigarette case from his back pocket and propped the white stick between his lips before lighting it with his wand. Standing next to Rodolphus, Rabastan cocked his eyebrow and nearly started out in a cacophonous laugh, but instead he thought better and held his tongue. Smoke swirled around his fingers as he exhaled and looked over at Rod. ”So, whatever she’s on, I would kill for some of it.” The boy had a few drinks before making his way out to the grounds for their lessons, and half of him wanted to just lay in bed and finish off the bottle of Gin he bought off of Joram.

The Gryffindor girl piped up and the shrill tone in her voice almost pierced his ear drums. To say he hated the sound of her voice was an understatement. From her just opening up her cake hole, Rabastan Lestrange knew that he was never going to get on with Jessie Jameson. ”Please tell me you’re not going to go after....that.” Pointing with the two fingers that held his cancer stick, Rabastan shook his head. ”I’ll hold it over your head for as long as you live if you manage to tap that.”

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Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th) Feb 8, 2013 21:32:49 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2013 21:32:49 GMT -8

Surprise didn't exactly cover it when Rodolphus saw his younger brother striding toward them, dressed solidly in black, scowl on his face, hair chopped off, with his Slytherin tie hung ironically around his neck. More like dumbfounded-ness. And just a hint of respect. That certainly wasn't something Rodolphus thought he'd ever feel for Rababstan, the quiet loner who'd been nothing but a footnote in the back of Rod's brain. Now though, Rab had completely transformed before his older brother's eyes. When had all this happened? A smirk appeared on his face, hands in his pockets. Rod never dressed in uniform for class, either. In fact, standing next to Rabastan, the two looked quite similar, both dressed head-to-toe in black. Rodolphus nodded toward his brother in greeting. He didn't need an explanation for this dramatic change. He just hoped Rabastan wouldn't revert back to his former ways.

Though Rod remained silent, he nodded in agreement as Rabastan spoke. Sodding Squib. Shouldn't even be allowed in the wizarding world, if you wanted. Rodolphus' completely honest opinion. Rabastan's next words though drew his attention and he cast a sidelong glance at him.“Look,” Rod began with a sardonic smile. “Just because you and Teggybear or whatever you call her in the privacy of your bedroom are now an old married couple, sporting matching jogging suits and all that, doesn't mean that I have any interest in settling down. I like a little variety. And a sexy red-head from America? That's definitely what I call variety.” He began to start toward Jessie, before looking over his shoulder at Rabastan once more. “Magenta, by the way. For the jogging suits. Would suit yours and Teggy's complexions perfectly.”

Since they still had time before class, Rodolphus strode over toward Jessie. He looked her over with an arrogant stare, that signature smirk of his tugging at the ends of his lips. Tilting his head to the side, Rod was certain his brother was completely out of it. Sure, Integra was about as attractive as they came. And congratulations to his sad-sack of a brother for bagging her. But Jessie, with her red hair and foreign accent brought something new to the table. Frankly, Rod was getting bored of these prudish, English girls. A change of pace was what he needed. Perhaps Jessie could be just that. “Ridiculous... having a Squib teaching are class, yeah?” he stated. Immediately, he regretted it. This girl was a sodding Gryffindor, after all. She probably had a heart of gold, upstanding morals, and all that goody goody rubbish. Rod furrowed his brow, knowing he could turn the tables back to his favor, if need be.

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Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th) Feb 9, 2013 4:11:38 GMT -8 via the ProBoards App

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The strikingly, almost delusionally handsome man that strolled up behind her made Jessie mentally chide herself for seeming like some over enthusiastic egg head. Alright so maybe he wasn't quite delusionally handsome, but the pariferal vision usually made things look better than they did head on. She knew who Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange were, and the reputation of one of them. It was one of the first things pointed out to her by a chubby Gryffindor, the kind that always tried to be best friends with the pretty popular girls, hoping it would somehow rub off on them. It never did of course, and sadly they were usually simply ignored. Jessie had ignored her, but not her information. So what if he had slept with half the girls in his year and then some, like she was much better? They both clearly used people to relieve boredom, never meaning to form any real connections to them. Jessie still wasn't even sure about Rogan Sawyer, after all why settle on a guy when you had a whole new pond to fish in still, right?

She could catch a few words of what the two of them were saying, and quite distinctly caught herself being mentioned. She smirked at the thought that she had caught the eye of the tamed Hogwarts mamwhore. Jessie was sure they were talking about her for a few reasons. One: the Ravenclaw that had shown up seemed too timid for Rod to go after if her assesmemt of his personality was correct. Sure it would be another notch in his belt but people would ask 'who' when he bragged so what was the point. Two: she distinctly heard the word American used at least once. The squib, Noomi, Jess thought her name to be, seemed to be waiting for somethmg, or maybe someone since she hadn't even bothered to answer the 17 year old's question yet.

Morning air was a fine thing for letting sound travel further than it was suppose to, so Jess was well aware of Rod's approach. It was either the air or the fact that he dad had trained her in the art of listening so people couldn't sneak up on her. A smirk did cross her lips as he walked up behind her, because to her was simply confirmation of her earlier assumptions. She let him speak first.

"To be honest, Ah ain't sure she is teachin'. Ah mean clearly no one else is comin' and yet we haven't started yet,"[/color] she said, turning around to face him halfway through. She let her eyes slowly roam freely over him once; twice, thinking it a pitty she couldn't see more. Now the only questions where, had he heard of her own reputation, and if not, how to use it to her advantage. "Seeing as how Ah don't think we've met before, perhaps Ah should introduce myself. Ah am Jessie Jameson, and you are?"[/color] Her eyes had finally settled on his face because she sadly couldn't see through cloth.

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Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th) Feb 9, 2013 11:38:36 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2013 11:38:36 GMT -8

This student was so quiet t yes she did not know all student that well. She had her personnel problems she did not really attempt to make friends that are was because in the end it would not matter much to her. That she had timid behavior and that she was uncomfortable well with removing her clothes. That she might put so and so if she gave a sleep him potion but no if what name Rod tried to sleep with her but he would not get far with her. She be liked let have drink and then she slip pumpkin juice and slip back out. Sorry to say but she was uncomfortable with her body and what she want it to look liked because it had the sore on inside clothes. That was why she tends to let anyone near that area. When asked about love she did not relate solely on boys she relates on herself to get house.

Maybe pets and what but that was it she talk to one boy name Ezio he was older then her and prefect well he was nice. still That what she liked about maybe she could consider him a friend. She had a sister that was Gryffindor too. She got ravenclaw because she was smart she knew something and she just stared at something she saw in forest. She was staring at something in distance it was thestral and she was looking right at it. The reason she saw it because she saw her brother got kill and then she had her biological mother died as well. She let out humming sound and when she start look in direction.

She made hand type motion tried to shoo it away. Well if they did not want take subject one should not have sign up for it in first place. They could complain all they want all the same. This was just a minor annoyed as she seem to be looking around and while the girl takes fancy with slytherin boys. She herself was looking around the forest it would not hurt but then she look back over thestral as it seems trot or moved that is. If the others asked she would tell them what she keep looking at she would tell them nothing all the same. Seeing as the girl seemed busy friendly with slytherin boy she was quiet all the same till spoken too. She was told that when not spoken too that it was rude to speak unless spoken too all the same that is.

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Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th) Feb 11, 2013 16:43:25 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2013 16:43:25 GMT -8

Putting his cigarette out, Rabastan let the butt fall to the ground and he stamped it with the sole of his boot. Rolling his eyes as he watched his older brother walk over to the American girl and he only shook his head. Following him for a moment, watching every single one of his older brother's moves. Still Rabastan hung back, still within hearing range, but he kept his eyes elsewhere. Variety. That was what he called it, and maybe he too could get a little taste. The corner of his lip rose. "Teggybear, really? Or is that what you call her when she's laying next to you on those pressed sheets, all because you don't have anyone real enough to cuddle with." It was somewhat harsh, but Rabastan's skin had become more solid in the past few days. Ever since the nighthouse, Rod's words didn't effect him like they used to and he was actually okay with whatever the older Lestrange threw at him.

Her voice still irritated Rabastan. The twang it carried the way she formulated her words, it all bothered him more than what Rod had to say. "Magenta...I'll keep that in mind." Turning to look out across the lawn away from the Squib that was petting thin air, Rabastan bit his lip for a moment before he decided exactly what it was he wanted to do. His head turned to look at Rod and Jessie once more, a soft smile on his lips and brushing his fingers through his hair. It was possible, but was it probable. That was what ran through his head, was it possible that he could sweep someone out of Rodolphus' path. Rab was certainly going to try now. Making a game out of his brother's prey, this would sure be interesting.

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Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th) Feb 11, 2013 20:26:30 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2013 20:26:30 GMT -8

Bloody hell. It had begun. The war. The part of her day she had been most dreading. The impertinent students had come in one by one, arrogant smirks on all their faces, ready to turn her once pleasant afternoon into a breeding ground for teenage stupidity. Perhaps Noomi wasn't cut out for this teaching gig, after all. But what was done done was done, and now it was up to her to shed at least some knowledge on them so they didn't graduate completely brainless. A difficult task, to be sure, but not impossible.

She loved that her job let her interact with the creatures that she did – and legally too. Though she had become successful in the underground world of illegal creature dealing and breeding, it was taxing to constantly be on the look out, to always having to watch her step. One wrong move and she'd end up in Azkaban. It was like she was constantly on guard. She could never relax and just enjoy herslf. There was also something – dare she say – grown-up about possessing honest employment. She wished her father could see this. She wondered what he'd say, to see his useless, Squib daughter holding a job at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She would laugh in his face and tell him that he'd been wrong all along. Even still, she wondered about her position here. She feared the opinions of her students, what they thought of her, what they were thinking now. Noomi had no doubts in her skills, but if only she could prove it to them.

Clearing her throat, she looked toward the red-headed girl that had spoken up earlier. Noomi opened her mouth to speak, but then realized she didn't know the Gryffindor girl's name. Arching a brow, Noomi glanced at the thestral mare, surprised that the student had been able to see the creature. “Could I get your name?” she asked the girl, her voice firm as stone. Noomi regarded the rest of the class with an indifferent stare, observing all of them. There was the out-spoken Gryffindor with the peculiar accent. A quiet Ravenclaw girl she had yet to make an opinion about, but assumed wouldn't be too much trouble. And then there were the two Lestrange boys who both had very... colorful reputations, the elder more so than the younger. She was getting the feeling that both of them though would be insufferable pains in her ass. She began to address them all in her loud, authoritative voice. “As your classmate has already pointed out, this is the animal we'll be studying today. While it might appear as if I'm stroking thin air to most of you, a few of you might see what I see: a black winged mare and her foal, both dark and skeletal in appearance, and slightly larger than your run-of-the-mill horse. They're called thestrals and can only be seen by those who have witnessed death.”

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Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th) Feb 11, 2013 22:46:06 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2013 22:46:06 GMT -8

Those who have seen death. As much had he'd been trying to ignore everything this abomination of a woman was saying, her words struck him then in a way he hadn't expected. Before he could even realize what was happening, his mind wandered to that afternoon in the Room of Requirement with Bellatrix. How he had clasped his hand around her pale, fragile neck. How he'd slapped her. How he'd enjoyed it. It was a sensation he'd never experienced before. And he'd wanted more of it. His blue-green eyes watched the professor's hands stroke the air, willing himself to see the same thing she did. Only nothing came. What would it take for him to see that skeletal creature? Rodolphus' mind traveled to a place it shouldn't of then. For a moment, his thoughts quarantined him from the rest of the other students; he was by himself. It wasn't until the red-headed girl spoke that he blinked, turned, and the world came into focus once more. He smirked.

Rabastan was definitely off his rocker. Every girl at Hogwarts was becoming more and more of the same to Rodolphus: boring, predictable, and entirely un-fuckable. Not to mention he'd thinned the herd quite a bit. Honestly, was there a girl Rod hadn't had his hands on yet? It was a short list, to be sure. Here was a girl though that was completely different from the rest. For one, she was American, which was a pool he had yet to explore, in more ways than one. Secondly, she was a red-head and everyone that red-headed girls were the best lovers. Lastly, he had a feeling she would be able to give him a run for his money, so to speak. After all this madness with Bellatrix, and Rabastan, and Integra, and Joram, Rod needed something new. He didn't want to think about Bellatrix and her eccentricities. He didn't want to think about Rabastan and Integra walking hand-in-hand. And he definitely didn't want to think about Joram and how his kisses set Rodolphus' entire body on fire. Rod just wanted to forget.

Arching a brow, Rodolphus glanced over his shoulder at his younger brother. Merlin, his brother was looking more and more like him everyday. It was getting scary. And thank goodness that long mane of his was finally cut off. Rabastan actually looked presentable now. An amused laugh escaped from Rod's throat, and he found he was surprised by the amount of authority his younger brother was exhibiting. “Clearly you don't know me very well, baby brother. I'm not exactly the cuddling type.” He winked, then turned back toward the Gryffindor girl he was certain would become his newest addiction. Her next question surprised him though. A girl who didn't know who he was? How cute. His lips curled upward in a smirk. Rabastan could have his Integra, run throughout a field of daisies with her, of whatever. Rodolphus was back in the game. “Rodolphus Lestrange, of course.”

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Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th) Feb 12, 2013 11:25:28 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2013 11:25:28 GMT -8

Finally the professor had decided to stop waiting for whatever it was she had been waiting for and start the class. The little girl in her wanted to run over and rub the nose of the mare, but the older girl on the outside wouldn’t let her get so much as a gleam in her eyes, much less twitch. Jessie had always loved horses, but it would never do to let the Lestrange boys see that. Right now however, the black lady was talking to her. She flashed the woman a lovely smile.

”Jessie Jameson ma’am. An’ Ah’d request ya call me Jessie. Ms. Jameson just makes me feel old,”[/color] she said with just a smirk. She glanced back at the brothers to see a strange, faraway look on Rod’s face. It didn’t last long though and Jessie didn’t actively commit it to memory. Rodolphus and his brother Rabastan where both good looking men, but she did have a goal in mind, a goal she meant to fulfill. In fact, the red-headed American had had this goal since the chubby girl had ‘warned’ her about Rod and his using women only for sex. From there on out Jessie had been intent on playing the game, and at the very least matching him at it. Many a dashing young rouge had tried to beat her at her own game, some had managed to entertain her, but none had come close to beating her. Jess was of course quite willing to play with either of them.

”Of course,”[/color] Jessie said with expertly rehearsed and executed breathlessness and a touch of bashfulness. She already knew who he was, but it amused her that he assumed she didn’t because she had introduced herself to him. ”An’ you must be his brother, Rabastan. One is hardly mentioned without the other. You two look so much alike,”[/color] she said glancing at the younger boy. Unlike Rod, Rab didn’t carry the same clout about him, so Jessie had yet to make a decision about him. Her eyes flicked shyly back to Rod for a moment, before looking back at Noomi. She was going to let Rod think the she had become coy simply by learning his name.

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Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th) Feb 13, 2013 16:53:03 GMT -8

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Jessie addressed him, well that was something he didn't expect. A smile came to his lips, no it wasn't like Rod's hungry sneer, instead it was soft and pleasant which seemed to describe the two fully. "Please, Jessie. Just call me Rab, there are no need for formalities. Pleasure to meet you finally." His voice was like slowly running water, just so smooth and crisp. He really had no idea who she was, but why would it matter? No, nothing matter right now except beating Rodolphus at his own game. Turning to look at Noomi as she motioned toward the invisible horse he rose an eyebrow and nodded hanging onto the words that came from her mind. Sure she was a squib, but she knew magical creatures and that was something he most definitely was impressed with. Even though the pleasure in her knowledge never crossed his face he was taking in her words fully and completely.

"Might I also state that their tail hairs are exceptionally powerful in sleeping and death draughts." Leave it to the younger Lestrange to bring out his nerd in potion making. For a moment he forgot about the Gryffindor that he was trying to use in order to beat Rodolphus. If he failed with this one there was no question that he would try for another in the future. Finding a small amount of joy in the possible success of being above Rod was oddly comforting. Keeping his cool and his mouth shut may be much more important than just answering some questions in class, after all that wasn't an attractive quality was it?

Rab wavered on his feet as Rodolphus seemed to work his charm. His arms crossed but not in the usual defensive stance. Instead he was finding it to be more comfortable than standing with his arms at his sides. The urge to light another cigarette was more than it should have been, but Rabastan wasn't an addictive personality and he could put off the craving more than the next person. Mind over matter.

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Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th) Feb 14, 2013 13:20:24 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2013 13:20:24 GMT -8

That she watch some slytherin seemed tried to want screw with the other girl.That she was so very quiet more so then normal yeah she listens to the two go on about this and that. When the teacher did not even asked a question about the creature. Now that was very student now she best counter the boy if he received point for being blabber mouth. That she was ravenclaw she thought she should point out something to the know it all slytherin. Yes she was pretty smart yes but she did not liked to be you know say it out.That as she was seating there with the other.

"The thestral is also a predator." She keeps looking back at what she saw that is her mind wonder to all sortie of stuff that is. She hoped they understood what predator because she did not feel going into what predator was it was thing that ate meat or another living organism. That was it she look back at the two that she thought of what she saw with wild life documentary that what she has seen lion kill zebra and what not. It was interesting that they did not attack them because they eat meat. Why did they attack them.

How did they domestication them so that they would be staying here. Why did they stick around so well as she thought it over. She bet it was hard to get them to trust some of them all the same as she watch the group quietly she only spoken a few words but she did not say much she was serious about school work she did not think it was time socialize sorry.

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Care of Magical Creatures (5th, 6th, and 7th) Feb 16, 2013 13:07:10 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2013 13:07:10 GMT -8

Their tail hairs are exceptionally powerful in sleeping and death draughts... The thestral is also a predator... Rodolphus' lips curled in a sneer at all this nerd rubbish flying about. Sheesh, who came to school to learn anyway? It was all about bedding willing, beautiful women and Quidditch, in Rod's expert opinion. He glanced briefly at the Ravenclaw girl who had piped up and decided he shouldn't be too surprised that a Ravenclaw would be playing teacher's pet. Rod, however, didn't have time for this goody goody nonsense. Rolling his eyes at his brother's burst of knowledge, Rod shoved him playfully. He leaned toward Rabastan and said a little too loudly, “Trying to get in the pants of our Madame Squib here, or what?” Rod was simply joking, but he doubted his brother would find it very amusing. The thought of a pure-blood galavanting with a Squib was enough to make even Rodolphus vomit.

Bringing his attention back to Jessie, it took all his strength not to scoff at her comment. He and Rabastan? Looking alike? Merlin, no. To the rest of the unbiased world, yes, the two were practically twins, especially when taking into account Rabastan's recent transformation from ugly duckling to ruggedly handsome swan. But in Rodolphus' opinion, the two of them were so far apart, they weren't even in the same league. Like comparing brewed-at-home Butterbear to finely aged wine. He gave Rabastan a long, considering look, before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, as if his brother were but a mere footnote. “Yes, I suppose he does resemble me a little bit, doesn't he? Minus the chiseled jaw, piercing eyes, and devastatingly good looks.” Rod couldn't help but laugh at that, letting that familiar smirk of his cross his features.

He took one step closer to Jessie then, letting his blue-green eyes wash over her intently. He liked her, he decided. He didn't know her, but he liked her. The girl had a certain coyness about her, something that was both intriguing and amusing. However, he could also sense the snarkiness and fearlessness that boiled underneath. It was just a shame that they weren't in a more... private place. Then he could really have his way with her. All in due time he reminded himself. He'd had his sights set on her the moment his eyes had first settled on her brilliant red locks and seductive smile. In the wake of everything that had happened as of late – Joram, Bellatrix, Integra – he felt he needed a good shag. A new toy to play with. To his begrudging disappointment, he'd been a bit off his game the last week or so, but it was time to change all that. He was tired of coveting Integra, tired of condemning Bellatrix, tired of fretting over Joram. He was Rodolphus Lestrange, after all. Confident, lustful, and shameless. Whatever he wanted, he got it. It was time to show this Jessie Jameson girl what she'd been missing her whole life.

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