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rubeus hagrid, keeper of keys and grounds at hogwarts do not e v e r insult Albus Dumbledore in front of m e.

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the-fabianprewett·:

Hagrid’s concern would have been touching if Fabian deserved it. He’d never played sick before, and the guilt was weighing heavily on him. In all of his years of suffering from the curse in his veins, it seemed like a cruel joke to him that some children might wish for illness if only for an excuse to miss out on the very things he dreamed of being part of. Fabian had thought faking ill this one time would have been for a noble cause, but as the hours ticked by with no sign of Glenda, Fabian knew that he had made a terrible mistake.

“Please, Hagrid, don’t count me with the rest.” He requested, staring at his lap, unable to meet Hagrid’s eye. “I don’t- it’s not the same. I don’t deserve to be counted with them. It doesn’t- it doesn’t feel right.” Fabian certainly didn’t deserve the same level of concern as those who had been so violently attacked, or Glenda who was still missing. Even had Fabian been truly sick, what was a blood malediction next to all of that? Nothing but a bit of rotten luck and an accident of birth.

Rubeus placed a hand on the side of Fabian’s bed and frowned. “Oh, come on now, Fabian. Don’ talk about yerself that way.” Rubeus adjusted the way he was sitting, trying to figure out what sort of wisdom he could impart on the boy in front of him. It wasn’t something he could easily understand, Fabian’s illness. But even if he didn’t truly get that, he at least understood what it was like to be different, and the pity and sympathy that could come with that. 

“It’s different, yer situation, yes.” Rubeus said, smiling at Fabian in hopes that it would bring up his mood. “But that don’ mean you don’ deserve to be worried over.” Rubeus glanced to his left and right, and then leaned in like he had a big secret to tell. “Just between you an’ me, I always liked you most. --- Yer a good kid, so don’ go sellin’ yourself short now, understand?”

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the-fabianprewett·:

Fabian eased back against the pillows on his hospital bed, settling in for a visit with Hagrid. It wasn’t the delivery of news he had been hoping for in particular, but a visit from Hagrid was always welcome. Even on his worst days Fabian had always found comfort in Hagrid’s presence. He was always in such a jovial mood, and it was clear that he cared for the students of Hogwarts. How many times had he sat on Fabian’s bedside like this? Talking in hushed tones and doing his best to make Fabian smile? He nearly always succeeded, teaching Fabian about all of his favorite creatures and even sneaking a few in for Fabian to see. While the Keeper of Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts did little to assist in healing Fabian’s ailments, he always managed to leave Fabian in higher spirits and Fabian supposed that was a very special sort of healing.

“A Niffler?” He asked, perking up a bit at the idea. It had been so long since Hagrid last brought him a Niffler. Of course, that was probably because it had turned into a disaster. The creature had managed to steal most of the medical equipment in the Hospital Wing as the shiny metal instruments or the glass vials caught its attention. Madame Pomfrey had been absolutely livid when she’d found out, but the smile hadn’t left Fabian’s face for days afterwards and he still chuckled at the memory of Madame Pomfrey and Hagrid trying to catch the creature. “Thanks, Hagrid. Hopefully I’ll be out of here soon enough, I am feeling much better.”

It was never a good idea bringing a Niffler inside the castle, if only because they brought havoc everywhere they went. Rubeus had always had a soft spot for the little buggers. He found it charming when they ransacked his hut. He didn’t have much of value in there, but they always managed to get away with a few of his forks and spoons. The Professors inside the castle weren’t as understanding as he was about the nature of such creatures, but how would they ever if they had no exposure? It had been years since Rubeus had snuck a Niffler into the Hospital Wing. Poppy had nearly bitten his head off. But he could remember Fabian’s laughter, and the smile on his face as he laid there so weak in bed. Rubeus reckoned that he could handle Poppy’s anger one more time. 

“Well, maybe not a Niffler.” He glanced conspiratorially at Madame Pomfrey. “I’m here for a pepper-up potion, and there’s no chance she’ll give me one if she even hears a peep from me abou’ any Nifflers.” He gave Fabian a once over then, tilting his head in concern. “I’m glad yer feelin’ better.” He shook his head sadly. “So much is goin’ on here, what with you and Glenda, and those poor students that Fawley attacked. It’s like I don’ recognize the world anymore.”

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the-fabianprewett:

Despite the horrors the school had experienced this year, the seriousness of the latest attacks, and the terror of Glenda going missing, Fabian couldn’t help but smile when he saw Rubeus Hagrid. Ever since his first year, Hagrid had made Fabian feel more welcome and cared for than most in this school, second only to Madame Pomfrey. Every time Fabian ended up in the Hospital Wing he could count on a visit from the keeper of keys and grounds. He rarely came alone, always bringing some sort of creature of surprise to cheer Fabian up and make him smile despite the pain he felt. Hagrid had even accompanied him on trips to St. Mungo’s when he was at his absolute worst, still managing to brighten his mood when little else could.

“Hagrid!” Fabian greeted, shifting to a better sitting position in his hospital bed. A pang of guilt struck him at Hagrid’s concern. Never before had he faked such an episode, and he felt bad for making Hagrid worry for him. With every passing moment, Fabian regretted his part in the plan, and the consequences of his actions just a little bit more. “I’m- I’m fine, thanks. Gid’s been in and out, you know how he can never sit still for long.” Fabian shrugged as if that was enough of an explanation, and he supposed it probably was. “It’s good to see you, though.” Fabian said with the upmost sincerity. It was always good to see Hagrid.

Rubeus Hagrid, being half-giant, had spent a very long portion of his life fighting against the prejudice of other people. It was common talk in nearly every aspect of life, hearing that giants were dangerous, aggressive, and a menace to civilized society. Of course, Rubeus understood that there was a valid point to be made about the strength and lack of understanding of giants. They didn’t speak English very well, from what little he could remember of his mum. But they weren’t inherently bad. He had taken these sorts of talks and opinions personally as a boy in Hogwarts. He took it upon himself to be different from the other giants, to show people that even giants could be kind, if they understood people the right way. A great many students had bonded with Hagrid over the years, with Fabian Prewett being one of them.

It was rather impossible for Hagrid to have done anything besides immediately bond with Fabian. When they’d first met, Fabian had seemed such a sickly little bugger. He hadn’t been able to help himself, and had immediately taken a liking to the redheaded boy. Whether it came to bringing him treats and toys, or sneaking in furry little creatures for companionship, Rubeus had always made sure to check in whenever Fabian was sick. “Well, it’s nice ter know that yer alrigh’.” Rubeus said. He turned around and lumbered back towards the wall, where he then reached for two wooden seats. He dragged them back towards the bed, and then shoved them together so they made a mini bench of sorts. They creaked beneath his weight, but Rubeus paid them no mind as he looked to Fabian once again. “I wish I was seeing yeh under better circumstances. -- But, I s’pose if yeh stay locked up in here for any longer, I can sneak in a niffler or something for yeh ter spend some time with.”

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WHO: Genevieve King and anyone WHERE: A second floor corridor WHEN: February 16, after dinner

The day had been a whirlwind of finishing things up, travel, and eventually, making her way back to Hogwarts. Genevieve hadn’t stepped foot in the halls since she graduated, and being back felt incredibly strange. Still, when the office had contacted her, alerting her to a new placement, effective immediately, she made the trip. She had spent the remainder of her day being caught up - she was Dawlish’s new partner (blergh.), Charlotte had gone berserk, four students had been attacked, and Jackie’s youngest sister was missing. Fantastic. After sending a quick letter to Archie - she had made it, she was fine, Genevieve had made her way into the hallways. Spotting a figure in the distance, she tilted her head to the side, before calling out. “I was one for breaking the rules as a student too, but I think they want you all to stay in the common rooms as much as possible.”

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Rubeus Hagrid could hardly believe it. He had cried for hours once Professor Dumbledore had filled the staff in on what happened. Charlotte Fawley! They’d sat next to one another at dinner a few times. He remembered her time here as a student, for Merlin’s sake! The world was growing all topsy turvy, reminding him of those awful times when Grindelwald had risen before. He’d been trying to keep a level head over all of it, but Rubeus had never been very good at such things. He had a lot of feelings, and he experienced them all wholeheartedly. He was thinking about all of these things (and also about the pregnant House Elf in the kitchen that would be giving birth soon. He’d have to go check on her.) as he made his way through the castle. It was this moment that the voice of Genevieve King, new auror and old Gryffindor, ringing out through the corridor. He stepped up next to her, chuckling a little as a small Ravenclaw first year froze in his place. Hagrid waved a big, bucket sized hand, and the little boy dashed off. He turned to Genevieve and smiled a happy, crinkly smile, “That’s little Albert, that is. He’s a nice kid, an’ a smart one too. I’m sure he’ll run righ’ up to Ravenclaw Tower.”

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Who: Fabian Prewett & Anyone  When: February 17th, 1978.  Where: The Hospital Wing

After playing sick for a few days now, Fabian was anxious to get out of the Hospital Wing. Being cooped up in bed while his friends chased a murderous witch was much less fun than he had thought it would be. His episode had only created a brief distraction, and while he was glad to help, the hours of doing nothing but trying to keep up the act since had grown tiresome. He’d napped enough to last him weeks and he was much too anxious to read anything. Thankfully he’d had company now and then, but soon the whispers had grown less excited and more worried about what had become of the team to search for Charlotte.

Finding out Glenda had gone missing nearly ruined Fabian’s charade at playing ill. He’d been ready to jump straight out of bed and go running for the door to help find her, but he’d somehow managed to keep the secret just a bit longer knowing that there was nothing he could do to help her now. All he could do was wait, and he was getting bloody tired of it. His head turned at the sound of footsteps approaching his bed in the Hospital Wing, and Fabian felt himself perk up a bit at the prospect of good news, though he made himself settle back against the pillows just in case. “I’m not sleeping or anything.” He said, as the footsteps halted outside of the privacy screen, letting whoever it was know that it was alright to pull it aside. For all he knew, it could be an auror or professor, but Fabian was sick of playing sick. He’d made the decision to say he was on the mend and that his miracle cure was officially back to doing its work.

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Rubeus lumbered his way inside, shaking rain off of his large, mole-skin coat. It was raining cats and dogs outside today, and the walk from his Hut to the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts was no simple stroll. He’d been sneezing all morning, and was headed off to Madame Pomfrey to ask for a bit of Pepper Up potion. Rubeus Hagrid had always had a way with animals. He loved them all, and he loved them dearly. Nifflers, Hippogriffs, Acromantula, Dogs, and... Cats. However, just because he personally liked cats, did not mean that his body did. He, quite unfortunately, was rather allergic to felines. Of course, that did little to prevent him from interacting with him. Though, he supposed Mrs. Norris was an exception to that rule. It wasn’t Filch’s cat that had given him red, puffy eyes and a nose that wouldn’t stay quiet, but some random stray that had no doubt wandered in from the village. He’d let the poor little thing inside, since it was raining, but no sooner than ten minutes did he begin to experience the effects of such a thing. 

Speaking of cats, he could see Mrs. Norris skulking around the corner, seemingly heading down towards the dungeons. “Bloody cat, yeh stay away..” He murmured, shaking his head. As far as allergic reactions went, he did not think that Filch, nor his crazy cat, should be able to claim responsibility. He sneezed again, lifting a great big hand to catch the flyings. Discreetly, he glanced around, before then wiping his hand on his coat. He made good time getting to the Hospital Wing, and he was slightly less sopping wet than before. He frowned at the sight of a closed off curtain, wondering which poor student had been so injured by Fawley that they still remained inside. He considered taking a peak, but worried that he might burst into tears at the sight, so he began to move. But then, a voice called from behind the sheet. He knew that voice! He yanked open the curtain, “Fabian! I’ve been worried about yeh! Are yeh feelin’ alrigh’? I’ve been meaning ter find yer brother an’ ask, but I haven’ seen him.”

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fire & brimstone | hagrid & mulciber

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mulciibers:

Mulciber spent a moment in open-mouthed dismay. It was rare to observe the benefits of Hagrid’s half-giant ancestry besides size. He was right, though, talking would not much aid their situation. Mulciber aimed a Stunning Spell at one of the attackers, rendering him incapacitated. “I am, halfbreed,” Mulciber snarled, continuing to send a cocktail of curses of hexes their adversaries’ way.

“What’s in that umbrella?” Mulciber asked incredulously after Hagrid fired a Blasting Curse. As a final touch, he sent a Disintegration Curse in the direction of their opponents.

Rubeus thought of Professor Dumbledore once more as his ears registered Mulciber’s offensive comment. Honestly, he was here to save the boys life, and this was the thanks that he got? It was downright shameful. Still, bugger or not, Joseph Mulciber was a student, and therefore, he was Rubeus’ responsibility. What’s in that umbrella? Rubeus chose to conveniently ignore that question. He didn’t often use the pink umbrella, because strictly thinking, he wasn’t quite qualified to do so, but he was saving a students life, so he figured that Professor Dumbledore wouldn’t mind. His eyes widened as he registered that Mulciber had fired off a Disintegration Curse. That was some alarming dark magic. “What are yeh doin?!” He snapped angrily. There were ways to fight a battle without resorting to the riff-raff. He fired off another Blasting Curse, at the ceiling and took a Stinging Hex one to his shin. It burned quite a bit. They needed to get out of here soon. His eyes widened as he recognized two red bolts of light rushing towards Mulciber. They were trying to hit him with a double-Stunning spell. “Watch out, Mulciber!”

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mulciibers:

“Petrificus Totalus! Protego Totalum!” Mulciber exclaimed, firing the spells in quick succession. He was interrupted, in that Pyrrhic tapestry, by the entrance of the halfbreed groundskeeper, Hagrid. He was someone who Mulciber had never really attempted to get into the good graces of, because what was the point? There he was, standing with his ludicrous pink umbrella; what was that, his mother’s?

“Do I look bloody alright, you fool?” Mulciber shouted, his voice hardly perceptible in the cacophony from outside. He was planning to send the Killing Curse whizzing one of the besiegers’ way, but with Hagrid around, that option was rather negated. “You’re not even an actual wizard, move out of the way.”

Only seconds into the rescue attempt and Joseph Mulciber was reminding Rebeus of just exactly why he was one of his least favorite students. He had called him a fool, and insulted his wizardry in less than five seconds! Rubeus was quite offended. Still, Mulciber was a student, and Rubeus was nothing if not loyal to Professor Dumbledore. He would ensure that the boy returned to the castle safely. A stunning spell was sent in the direction of Mulciber, since he was distracted by insulting Hagrid. Rubeus simply lifted a hand and extended it in front of Mulciber, practically catching the stunner in his palm. It stung, definitely, but Hagrid had giant’s blood in him, which meant it would take more than one Stunner to do any real damage.

“Watch yerself, Mulciber!” He said sharply, firing out a Blasting Curse. It sent the flames fanning out all around them, but luckily, not in their direction. Hagrid took another two Stunning Spells to his gut, but as before, he didn’t feel much else besides a stinging feeling. “Yeh’ve got ter pay attention!”

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fire & brimstone | hagrid & mulciber

The day had began as normal, prosaic even. He had had tea with Andromeda at Puddifoot’s, had reveled in her discomfort and now, now -–

“Confringo!” A man with a face painted with a skull shouted from near him. He was accompanied by four other men; he was grossly outnumbered. The attack had left him stunned, to say the least; they should’ve expected no less from Grindelwald, he supposed, but really, Hogsmeade? It was irreverent, although he couldn’t help but admire their handiwork even in such a compromising position.

“Protego!” Mulciber said, firing the shield in response. For the umpteenth time, he heard another rapidly fired curse coming from one of their wands, and he subverted each with progressively stronger Shield Spells. This was on a different stage, a different tier than the duel with the mudblood Tonks had been, and the stakes, as much as he hated to admit it, were higher. These mongrels seemed fixated on his and all of his allies’ destruction. Mulciber just happened to be fortunate enough to be completely isolated in this shop; he could only hope he could survive long enough to flee.

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Rubeus Hagrid, as it was well known, did not own a wand, not in the traditional sense. However... he did own a pink umbrella, which might or might not have held the pieces to a wand. He tried his hardest not to use his umbrella in front of other people. It was frowned upon, and Rubeus already faced enough judgement as it was for being a half-giant. 

He’d been enjoying his day in Hogsmeade. He’d gotten a table with Minerva at The Three Broomsticks and had enjoyed a nice mug of mead. They’d talked about the past weeks, and all of the stresses that had been involved. The parents at the school, the Christmas Ball, the attack on the centaurs. Just thinking about it still made him emotional. He had cried for hours when he’d emerged from his Hut to see the bloody carnage. The talk was cathartic, as talks with Minerva always were. He’d just lumbered out of the little shop, and was heading down the road towards the Hogs Head, in hopes that he could join in on a game of poker. That was when hell, quite literally, broke loose. Men and Women clad in white robes began to appear all around him, and once he saw the red insignia on the fabric, he knew that this was Grindewald. 

Immediately, his umbrella was out. He had a personal bone to pick with Grindewald, ever since they had murdered the innocent centaurs. 

The minutes ticked by, and with each one, the danger grew ever more present. His eyes were drawn to the sight of building going into flames. Worried that a student might be trapped inside, Rubeus rushed towards the entrance. He knocked away the burning door with ease and ducked into the shop. He hoped that his coat wouldn’t go up in flames. He coughed slightly, using his umbrella to cast a Bubble-Head Charm around his head. Once he could breathe, he made out the figure of what looked to be a student. Across the room were four more people. The white of their robes signalled danger and Rubeus rushed to the student’s defense. 

“Mulciber?” He exclaimed, a bit surprised. Joseph Mulciber was decidedly one of Hagrid’s least favorite students in the castle, but student he was, so Hagrid would help him until the end. “Are yeh alright!?” He roared, taking a long step so that his massive body was standing in between Joseph and the four soldiers.

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profhoraceslughorn:

“No, no, I don’t suppose they would be happy about that at all.” Horace agreed, again patting the large man comfortingly. “My dear fellow, are you quite alright? You seem awfully moved.” 

Hagrid nodded his head, “I’m alrigh’, but it’s jus’-- it’s jus’ so sad, Horace. I can’t even believe it.”

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pomonaxsprout:

“Oh dear -” Spotting Hagrid in the entrance, Pomona waved her hand at the second year students she was accompanying back from the greenhouses. They were Muggleborn, and far more frightened since the attack. But she’d seen an older student to take them back and she flagged him down as she turned toward Hagrid. “It was a tragedy, to be sure.” Pomona wasn’t really that worried about the acromantulas, truth be told, but she knew how much Hagrid cared for all sorts of creatures.

The sight of Pomona only further upset Hagrid and he threw his arms around her in a hug, while another sob broke free from his lips. “A terrible tragedy!” He cried, large tears dripping down from his nose.

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gardenofevans:

Lily nodded as Hagrid spoke. Giant spiders may not have been her favorite subject, but she could tell the man needed someone to listen. He had been kind to her since the moment she met him, it was only right that she returned that kindness now. “I can imagine. Is there - is there anything I can do to help?”

Hagrid dropped a rather heavy and large hand onto Lily’s shoulder in a gesture of gratitude. “No thank yeh, Lily, but I do appreciate yeh offerin’.” He sniffed and used his other hand to wipe away at the new gathering tears.

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profhoraceslughorn:

Horace nodded sympathetically as he reached into his robes to make sure he had the extra vials handy. “Dreadful, really, such a tragedy.” He patted the large man in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. “You don’t suppose I would be able to collect some of the venom, do you?” Acromantula venom was quite deadly, incredibly dangerous to harvest, and also highly marketable. 

Rubeus shook his head. “I’m afraid I didn’ grab any, Horace.” He wiped another tear from his eyes, “The Acromantula prefer to eat their dead. I didn’ wan’ ter offend any o’ them by trying to grab their venom. Touchy folk, them spiders. I don’ think they were too happy abou’ some of their own bein’ killed.”

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meadowesofdorcas:

“Yes, I’m sorry…” Dorcas said quietly, unsure of what to say. She remembered when her favorite Hippogriff had died back at her family’s cottage; she had ben devastated. “Have you talked to the Headmaster about it?” Dumbledore would have something wise to say; he always did. Dorcas hated that she was lacking in one of the areas she valued most: eloquence.

Rubeus nodded, “Aye. The Headmaster was kind, like always, but there wasn’ much he could do.” He took a deep, shaky breath. “I’ve got ter get meself together.” Absentmindedly, he patted a few of the pockets of his moleskin coat, before sighing, “I was hopin’ tha’ I had a bottle o’ brand in there, but I musta left it in me hut.” He shook his head at his own silliness, before looking towards Dorcas. “I’m sorry I’m bein’ a bother, Dorcas. Thank you fer listenin’. It’s very kind o’ you.”

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emmyvance:

Emmeline winced at the noise – there goes my handkerchief, she thought, shrugging it off. She’d find a way to get another one somehow. What mattered now was the blubbering half-giant standing in front of her sobbing his heart out. Emmeline rested a hand on Hagrid’s arm, “There, there – were there any survivors? Perhaps they’ve already began copulating.”

Rubeus nodded his head, “There’s hundreds more back in the forest,” He murmured, “So tha’s good.” He would have been an even larger mess, should more of the large spiders been killed. At Emmeline’s suggestion, he shook his head regretfully, “No, matin’ season isn’t until Spring time, so it’ll be a few months before any babies are runnin’ aroun’ anywhere.” He clicked his tongue, scowling slightly, “I wish they hadn’ gone so far out, none o’ this migh’ have happened.”

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meadowesofdorcas:

“I’m sorry, Hagrid,” Dorcas said, putting a hand on his arm. Acromantulas had been rather out of reach as far as empathy went, but she could at least sympathize with Hagrid’s plight. The news of Mr. Bones and Bellatrix was shocking to say the least, but even a creature as seemingly chaotic as an Acromantula had feelings, and obviously Hagrid had deep ties with the creatures. “Y… You were close with them?”

Rubeus’s lower lip quivered, “I’m close ter the leader, but tha’s not the point.” More tears began to leak from the corners of his eyes, “It was jus’ too much death.” He wiped his eyes once more, “I know it had to happen, or Mr. Bones could have died, but it jus’ makes me sad.”

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gardenofevans:

“Hey, hey,” Lily’s voice was soft as she reached for Hagrid’s free hand, taking it in both of hers gently. The groundskeeper was a kind man, and it hurt to see him so upset. “It’ll be okay. Have you gone to see them yet? You’re very close to them, aren’t you?”

Rubeus looked down at his hand, which was sandwiched between two of Lily Evans’. He smiled through his tears, looking down towards the red-head. Lily had always been one of his friends, ever since he had led her and the other first years towards the boats. He nodded mournfully, “Sort of. The leader-- I’ve known ‘im since he was on’y an egg. He’s the one I go out ter visit. The others aren’ as friendly, but its still sad ter see so many o’ them killed.”

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emmyvance:

Emmeline offered Hagrid a handkerchief, standing beside him solemnly. She realized it would look pitiful in comparison to his size, and thought about taking it back – but left it out, hoping it would make some difference. “I can’t.” Emmeline answered. “It’s very upsetting.” She was being honest – playing with the animals at Hogwarts had become one of her only favourite academic hobbies.  

Rubeus accepted the handkerchief between two fingers, hardly paying any attention to it’s minuscule size. He brought it to his nose and blew hard into the fabric, the sound almost resembled that of a trumpet. He sniffled once more. “I jus can’ believe it. -- I know it couldn’ be helped, but it doesn’ make it any less tragic.” Another sob bubbled free from Rubeus’s mouth and he ducked his head, big tears dripping down from the tip of his nose. (Get yourself together, Rubeus!) He lifted his head again and wiped his face once more, “I’m sorry abou’ tha’, Emmeline. I think I ruined yer handkerchief.”