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The Lone Wolf  PV Morfran Griffith 

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November 29th, 2018. 5 PM


⠀⠀⠀Todays classes had finally come to an end for Falentra. It had yet been another boring day. Charms had been her last class of the day, and it always did lower her mood. She wasn't necessarily bad at the subject, she simply just did not enjoy it. If she was able to choose to do lessons based only around Transfigurations, it would make life that much easier.
Students rushed throughout the corridors once the clock struck five. By this point, dinner was on most the students' mind, but not Falentras. She preferred going to the Great Hall at a later time when it was less rowdy and full, just so she could eat in peace.

Once the sound of screaming children had gone, she made her move and hurried through the now empty and almost ghostly corridors. When it was past five in the evening, it had become the norm for Falentra to make her way outside and down the path that led to the forest. The winds were calmer this evening and thankfully, treated her hair with a bit more respect but although the air was calm, the sky was filled with clouds. Dark gloomy clouds that were packed with rain. It didn't stop Falentra from carrying on down the path towards 'her spot' in the entrance of the Forest. Her quiet spot was located behind a few thick tree trunks, big enough to keep her hidden away from students.
She had never had really paid much attention to her surrounds when it came to the school grounds. She had been out here, on this route, that many times that she had no need to. That was until today. Today she was admiring the darkened skies. The corner of her eye caught large building further down beside the Forest. How could she have never seen this before? It was... huge. Was she that bad and not noticing what was around her?
Her usual route now became a new one. It was defiantly out of her comfort zone, but she was a curious kid and a stubborn one too, even to herself when it came to wanting something. Her conscience; the 'angel', was on one shoulder and her mind; the 'devil', was on the other.

The high walls apparently went on forever, even in height. Did it need to be so long and high? She questioned herself. It was like a miniature castle in ways. The stone walls were clean and fresh looking; no moss had grown on them, so maybe it was a new layout. That may have been the reason for her not taking note on the place sooner. She was definitely intrigued, but indeed wary of what could hide behind such walls as these.
Taking a few small steps closer towards the building lead her to notice a sign up on the wall. It read: 'Use front door', followed by another sign to which she decided not to read thoroughly, and in her mistake lead her to not knowing that this had belonged to Professor Griffith. She was far too busy on wanting to know where the nearest door were. ''Front door? And where the 'ell is that then?'' She asked herself in both confusion and frustration.

In the end, the Second Year has no other choice than to follow the high walls. She strolled around and came across a large set of door, too large of any human. Did a giant live here or something?
She had no idea and didn't really want to find out at this point. She wasn't stupid, especially not when hearing unexplainable noises coming from behind the locked doors. In reaction, her pace increased, and soon enough she came to a corner that led her to a smaller door, one that looked more fit for a human. It put her at ease in a way.
Her eyes flickered down to yet another sign, scoffing to herself and rolling her eyes. 'If you have no business here, I don't want you here.'
Whoever lived here clearly didn't wish to be disturbed, and she understood that. She was very much the same in that sense. Maybe she was to put some signs around her area in the forest.

'' ...'ey?! Is anyone in?'' She shouted out loud. The walls were thick so she needed to speak up. Her Manchester accent was quite strong anyway so it helped make her voice come across louder than it actually was but many students seemed to struggle to understand her slang and overall accent.
Whilst waiting for a response, she shook her hair back into place, a few black hairs still spiralling out of control and covering her seemingly large dark brown hues which starred continuously up to the wooden door, waiting eagerly to see if anyone actually was on the other side of the door.
Last edited by Falentra Black on 2nd December 2018, 12:50 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Falentra. B
It's hard to judge cruelty when you've never know kindness.

The Lone Wolf  PV Morfran Griffith 

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The girl was waiting for a response from inside that wasn’t going to come. The professor wasn’t home, was not hidden away in the stone expanse of the stables. He had been by the great lake, looking at the giant squid wistfully. Imagining what it would be like to be able to go down there, to befriend the wonderful creature. To learn about it and protect it and give it someone to lean on if it ever needed one. He could use Gillyweed or a spell, sure. But he didn’t really trust those methods. Not enough to try and befriend something that colossal, anyway. If it was just something like a hippogriff or a Kelpie he would probably give it a shot. They were so beautiful. He wasn’t exactly an expert in squids, but horses, or horse like creatures were another matter entirely. He loved them to death, with a heart that couldn’t get enough of the beautiful equestrian grace. Unicorns, Abraxans, Hippogriffs… His mind trailed along the list of wonderful creatures that shared horse like traits when he heard a voice call out from near the stables.

Some girl was shouting, asking if anyone was in. It was a pretty forceful shout, too. Which probably meant something was urgent. His footsteps quickened. He was a tall man. Easily passing 6’ 6’’ but his real height was a bit hard to guess at. He wore large, heavy boots that didn’t seem to slow down his brisk pace at all. His feet didn’t drag at all. Silence, then a crunch and a flapping sound as the boot landed and the heavy leather coat slapped at his calves. Both his hands were deeply set in his coats cavernous pockets, and his sharp blue eyes searched on ahead for what the girl looked like, who it was. His long strides ate up the ground faster, and faster until he walked over a rise, and saw the student who had called for him. Black hair, robes. Standard slytherin green scarf. This was going to be interesting.

He wondered for a moment if she had a injured creature, but that idea was soon dispelled. As he approached it soon became clear that she wasn’t carrying anything, much less a creature. So she was either obnoxious and just calling because she was bored and curious, or she had a question for him. The girl carried herself like a pureblood. She looked bored, bored with everything. The way she stood, the way she had called out with no semblance of manners. She either wasn’t shy, or what she was wanting to know was more pressing than social anxiety. Still, speculation was going to get him nowhere, and by that point in time he had already managed to make it behind the girl.

“No, but there is someone out. I am Professor Griffith, Care of Magical Creatures. I’m assuming you were looking for me? There is a bell, you know. You could pull the cord instead of shouting at my door.”

So many different kids had been seeking him out. Why was that? What made these children feel like they had to talk to him? If he had to guess, it was all a conspiracy to get on his nerves. But had it really gotten on his nerves? He had enjoyed a lot of it. Had enjoyed the feeling he got when he owled with the little Gryffindor. He supposed he did like people, just not very many of them. Looking down at the girl with the wild black hair he tried to not think of her like a creature. He was a strict professor, he had mean signs and didn’t want to talk with people. He had a good reason, it’s not like he was just being mean for the heck of it. But he couldn’t help it, couldn’t help thinking, just for an instant, when the last time the little girl had someone care for her, talk with her.

It was only for an instant, and based entirely off of the look in her eyes that he knew so well. The feeling passed, the wondering what her life was like. A look in someone’s eyes wasn’t enough to base a opinion off of. She could have a perfectly loving family, have a perfectly healthy childhood but simply be bored.

“Is there anything you needed help with?”

He would talk with her, figure out why she had come. Plans could come after he knew what was going on. No use raising a chick before it hatched. Assuming it does hatch, it could be a boy or a girl, be curious or more timid. You never knew, and he had always found his improv was better than his planning skills. Master Yoda himself had said that there was no try. There was do, or do not. And while Yoda was just a rather good character from a muggle movie, what he said still held true. He didn’t try to help creatures. He either helped them, or he didn’t.

Professor Griffith had wild, long hair and a scraggly beard, the two conspiring to make him look a lot older than he would otherwise, and just a little bit crazy. He firmly believed that people judged books by their covers, and saw no reason to not look like this. It helped people know he wasn’t social, and helped get student’s attention. Either through fear or plain curiosity and amusement. Either worked just fine.

“Evil isn’t the real threat to the world. Stupid is just as destructive as Evil, maybe more so, and it’s a hell of a lot more common. What we really need is a crusade against Stupid. That might actually make a difference.”

The Lone Wolf  PV Morfran Griffith 

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Her shoulders jolted up when hearing the voice of a man. It hadn't scared her, she just wasn't expecting it to come from behind, rather in front of her. Spinning on her heels, she swiftly turned to face the man, scanning him up and down briefly. He was a Professor? The young Slytherin had no idea. She hadn't heard of him before. Or maybe she had but decided not to take the information in at the time.

Judging from the surroundings and noises she had heard beforehand all made sense now, with him teaching those the Care of Magical Creatures. Falentra hadn't thought it through, if it had come to someone answering the door, let alone someone behind her. It had put her off.
She really didn't know how to speak to him at this point. It had caused her to react in awkwardness; her right hand raising to the back of her head, rubbing and tugging gently on a few strands of hair that stuck out from the rest. Thoughts now began to run through her head on how to respond to the Professor. From going off both the signs she saw on her journey around The Stables and now the vibe he was giving off, it was certified that he didn't like company. She sensed it easily and knew the signs all too well within herself. She knew to keep it short and be on her way. But of course, Falentras choice in words was never, ever the best choices. She was about to welcome him with her unmeaningly rudeness and bluntness.

'' Nah. I think I'll pass on using that...uh...cord, thing. '' She gave it a look of disgusted, almost judging it up and down as if it was a person. She was good at that; wearing a face of disgust, or just a general annoyed expression. At most times she never meant to look that way, but when she did, it was dramatised and overall not the nicest of sights to see.
'' I dread to think how many students or god knows what have touched that thing. ''
Her words could have come across harsh to some, but she spoke her mind and it was the truth, in her opinion. Her bluntness was a gift, yet a curse at the same time, depending on how that particular person was to take it. '' Anyhow... '' She changed the subject quickly, knowing her words were probably pointless towards him. '' I honestly didn't know you were a Professor, or that this area was even a thing until about fifteen minutes ago. '' Her eyes narrowed as she tried to pick up on his expressions and movement. '' I didn't mean to bother ya. Just wanted to have a nosey. You've got quite a nice place 'ere... Must be nice being away from people. '' Falentra wore a quick smile, a slightly jealous one from the thought of peacefulness.



⠀⠀⠀She jumped away from the step beside the door and landed onto the mushy mixture of grass and mud. Walking towards and passed the man, she made her way to the corner that she came from originally. '' I'll be on my way then. I'm sensin' the pestering off us students isn't somethin' you enjoy. '' Before she continued on around the corner, she came to a halt. A question had suddenly popped to mind.
A small groan could be heard leaving her parted lips. She hated the fact that she now had to show a sign of interest, especially when she knew he probably didn't want to answer it.

Whilst most children were seemingly obsessed with Hippogriffs and probably questioned the man on them far too often, Falentras question was probably one he didn't get all too often. She was fond of Occamys. In fact, she was somewhat obsessed with them. She had obviously never seen one, but pictures, on the other hand, she had seen dozens. Although she didn't seem the type, she surprisingly spent a lot of time in the Study Room researching on almost anything that could just past the time, whether she enjoyed that topic or not.
'' ... 'ave you ever encountered an Occamy? I uh... I think they are very beautiful creatures, don't you? Their aggressiveness makes them that much more excitin'.'' She hesitated before looking over her shoulder towards the Professor. Her eyes filled with excitement but hid it away behind her messy fringe. Her tone, on the other hand, had now changed and gave away the hint of excitement that she hid in her eyes.
The last part to her question was indeed true, but more of a childish side to her starting to showing without meaning. Aggressiveness was not to be taken as 'fun' and she knew that, but she still could not help but feel some sort of thrill just from the thought.

Falentra. B
It's hard to judge cruelty when you've never know kindness.

The Lone Wolf  PV Morfran Griffith 

The little girl jolted, just a little, and turned to face him, awkwardly fiddling with her hair. She was nervous, then. A nervous little girl that didn’t really know how to talk to professors, or was just flustered that he had caught her yelling at his door. Her hair was the kind to whip about in the wind, and twirl around a finger. Her eyes shifted about, clearly analyzing the situation before she decided to declare the cord thoroughly disgusting. He sighed internally to himself. A little pureblood, spoiled as they came. She probably got her backyard washed with soap and water before she went out to play in it as a kid. Well, she was a kid. She probably got her backyards washed now, come to think of it.

What did confuse him, however, was that she had just now learned of the stable’s existence. It should be obvious that it existed, after all it was one of the classes they were going to take in third year. She had been in Hogwarts for months, at the very least. Had she never ventured out to the ground to poke about? It didn’t sit right with him. And that last remark she made. That it must be nice to be away from people. What did that mean? Well, it was obvious if you looked at it bluntly. She didn’t like people, didn’t have any good connections or just didn’t like social interaction. But she was only eleven, or twelve. A love of solitude was certainly not a good thing to have. Kids needed to play, to interact, at least a little bit.

When she started to leave, he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be relieved or worried. She certainly didn’t seem very healthy. Pale skin and a indifferent attitude. She was smart enough to pick up on the fact he didn’t want visitors, and although that fact was clearly advertised, it seemed that not very many other students were as perceptive. He looked after the little figure as it walked away, until she stopped and looked behind her, back at him.

And there it was, he found it. She wasn’t totally indifferent and blunt, she wasn’t just another intelligent pureblood walking around in solitude. She liked something, she was excited about it. The little, hidden spark in her eyes, the increase in excitement evident in her tone. It wasn’t a lot, it wasn’t obvious. But it was there. He knew that look well, the glance a hungry animal gave food, the look a curious raven gave to a shiny ring someone dropped on the ground.

“Have I encountered an Occamy? Why yes, I’ve met quite a few. A soaring occamy is one of the most beautiful things you’ll ever see. Maybe one day I’ll bring one in to class. You’d have to be a few years older, but would you like that?”

A question was like a hook. If someone answered it, they bit the hook. And if they stayed to actually give their opinion then you had them, at least for a little bit. You had them in a conversation, one that could go in a multitude of directions both good and bad. Still, he wanted to know a little bit more about this girl. See if he could help at all. No one liked to be alone without a reason, and he doubted that a girl that small had some scarring backstory to make them want to be alone. She had been excited, just a second ago. There was a happy, smiling face in there somewhere.

“I raced an occamy once, to see how fast it could go. Do you like stories?”

“Evil isn’t the real threat to the world. Stupid is just as destructive as Evil, maybe more so, and it’s a hell of a lot more common. What we really need is a crusade against Stupid. That might actually make a difference.”