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[notmuchofatail]

A Golden Snidget! || BHPOPEN

Gregory had been staring up into the trees of the Forbidden Forest, knelt down softly within the grass and discarded leaves as his gaze followed the quick and erratic movements of the creature above. A snap of a twig had his gaze turning back over his shoulder however, a small smile spreading onto his features as he quietly waved over the person who’d approached (even if they hadn’t meant to, Greg just figured anyone here would have been here for the club, after all!). “D’you want to see something cool?” Gregory asked gently, pointing carefully up towards the canopy of the trees where the occasional flash of gold would appear between the leaves. Almost as if a Snitch had escaped from the Quidditch Pitch and found its way into the forest (and he supposed if one knew a bit about history... it had), the bird hovered and dashed in and out of cover. “I’ve never seen a Golden Snidget in the wild but... I’d heard there’d been a sighting of one here... It’s so cute.” 

[lou-bonfightme]

Snake, Wolf, ...Pukwudgie? || [BHP][Open]

Someone was staring at him.

Lou had always been good at recognizing this, though it used to not bother him. Instead, he used to preen under the attention, because if people were staring at him, it was normally in admiration or jealousy, both emotions which Toulouse rather liked.

However, now--it grated.

“What do you want?” he snapped, not looking up from his book. 

[every-last-inch-of-me]

Our American Friends || BHPopen

Gaston kicked his feet up onto the table and rocked back in his chair. The professor had been out of the classroom for less than 30 seconds - to find some text books Gaston had conveniently removed from the storeroom and hidden in 5th floor girls' toilets - but the conversation had already turned to the subject of the Ilvermorny students who had very recently flooded their school.

"I'm not saying we should be purposefully obstructive to our lovely American friends," he said, folding his arms round the back of his head. "But I do think it'd be funny if we managed to trick them all into thinking everyone speaks in Cockney rhyming slang. Or better, that they can only come to the Yule Ball if they have a monocle and a top hat."

[theycallmexrita]

To The Max || BHP

Rita was overwhelmed. It was a simple statement, a simple state of mind. Simple even though it was not simple at all. Not only was she in a completely new country, she was in a completely new environment. Her mind couldn’t wrap itself around it, though she tried as hard as she could. But with school and clubs and her own social life, she found it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

The only thing that helped in those moments, when her mind became too cluttered and her thoughts moved too fast, was her broom. At home, she’d grab her broom and soar into the sky. The wind would whip through her hair and chill her skin. It’d take her breath away and wipe her mind clean. It was a pure release.

It took her only a few minutes of attempting to study before she stomped her way into her room and grabbed her broom before heading down to the Quidditch pitch. She was going to clear her head, push herself to her limits to quiet everything else going on. It didn’t matter who was there, they didn’t matter.

[goingtosee-theworld]

[BHP] Fantastic Beasts || open

“This one’s a female,” said Jane, holding her hand out to the hippogriff in front of her, then glancing back at the person who’d asked her in the first place. Her eyes glimmer with excitement. “She’s just laid an egg this morning which means we should expect a baby in the next 24 hours!”

[the-greatprince-blog]

Bowtruckle Day || OPEN

The Forbidden Forest was alive with the crunching of leaves and the snapping of twigs as the Care of Magical Creatures class paraded through, led by Professor Henthorn. 

They were off to observe the bowtruckles of the pine, oak, and aspen trees-- and perhaps befriend one or two. 

“Now who can tell me why each of you has a pouch of wood lice?” he asked the group, turning to face them. He continued to walk backwards, effortlessly evading any trees. After all, Tarius had walked all of these paths. He knew these woods as though they could talk to him.

[hermes-comingthru-blog]

It’s Morphin Time (bhp) || Open

“Wonder if its her cheek bones...” Hermes furrowed his brows, talking to himself as his cheeks began to morph into somewhat feminine sharp cheek bones and a defined jaw line, one’s fairly close to identical to Coach Smollet. He looked in his little hand held mirror as he sat on one of the ledges outside in the courtyard, practicing his metamorphmagus skills and testing to see what qualities from various female students and professors would produce an extremely attractive female form for later use.

[perry-flynn]

fixing ties | Open

During his lessons Perry did not often stray far from the subject of magical history. He didn’t talk politics- despite having some very certain opinions- or his personal life- despite the lack thereof, students could be nosy buggers- or anything really. The one topic he did tend to make an exception for was relationships with muggles, and not in a ‘we must put our best foot forward so they will accept us’ kind of way, just in that he believed it to be important that you didn’t forget your muggle life if you’d had one. Because one ties like that broke, it was difficult to mend them.

Which was what Perry found himself doing in his office now, classes were done with so really he should be grading papers or writing lesson plans, but he was actually writing a letter to his parents and working his way through the pack of jammy dodgers they’d sent him. When there was a knock at the door Perry floundered for a moment, coughing on the hastily swallowed biscuit as he said “come in”