Forbidden forest Field trip

She'd heard it'd be fun, adventures magical creatures.. the forest. Plus it was their new exotic professor leading the trip. A man from the wild. with his own snake that he had against all odds given birth to which followed him obediently for life. And also her head of house. What hadn't been mentioned of course were the books Blurgh. Professor Drake had gone from a ten to a four in just on fell moment, what was next? homework?! She grumbled to herself as she reached inside to pick a book from the stack, she lifted the very topmost with her thumb and index finger and lifted it slowly as if it were full of diseases because in a way they kind of were. They meant homework and long hours of study.

But as she spotted Professor Drake move on, Olive took the opportunity to chase after him and his baby, discarding the book in the process "Wait for me!" she piped, and tailed after him until she was now at his side, Olive smiled as innocent of a face that she could muster, which albeit looked a bit devilish and added "I already read that chapter ooh griffens you know. former gryffindor students gone off to the wild" she mumbled the last bit rather quickly, maybe he wouldn't notice. If you said anything in an intelligent tone of voice people were bound to believe you. ... right?

"Oh and you know. You might need someone to watch your back" and with that she plucked a leaf from her professors back and gasped for dramatics "Lookit, DEADLY NGIHTSHADE on your back.. Aren't you glad I'm here?" Olive batted her lashes and threw the leaf over her shoulder before the professor noticed that it was nothing more than a leaf from an oak tree. 

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Kai followed beside Llewellyn, a stiff yawn escaping him. He covered it promptly with the sleeve of his jacket, the leather blanketing the sound before he appeared too rude before his professor. The field trip didn't bore him, not at all! His sleepiness was actually a sign that he was completely thrilled; he could hardly sleep the night before, enthralled with the idea of walking the woods with a small group of pals. Especially with Llewellyn, that was simply a given, after all. Kai was all about nature, and there was something so peaceful about following some magical creatures and watching the way they naturally lived.

Of course, he couldn't help but wonder if any sort of ascended being watched humans in the same way-- something even out of this world? And he couldn't help but glance over his shoulder, as if to catch a glimpse of whatever it may be. It was strange that humans gawked at animals in such a way, but he supposed there was something freeing and respectable about learning about them, rather than making a show out of them.

He then considered the concept of The Truman Show, but with a dog. In dog town.

"Alright all of you grab a book and mark page fifty there you shall read an article on the forbidden forest and the creatures which call it home."

When Professor Drake offered the crate to the students, Kai waited his turn and snatched up a lightly loved copy. He thumbed through the pages idly, and glanced back and forth between the teacher and the writing, looking for the proper page as well as keeping track of what they were supposed to do. In the end, he was only able to hear "Griffin" and "wands ready". He snapped the book shut momentarily to pull his wand from his bag, curvy and crescent and impossible to keep safe with his things without a harness. He shoved it into his right pocket for now, where he would remove it and ready it after reading the specified article (articles??? Kai didn't catch that bit).

For now, he followed the group with his nose in the book. "Yo, hey... Did he say, Griffins or Hippogriffs?" He whispered to his classmates, "It's wild how like, physically their only difference is their butts, right? But then like, Griffins are like Sphinx level of hardcore? Super weird," Kai shook his head, flipping pages and making note of the number he saw "GRIFFINS" written across the top.

Some people just moved a bit too fast for Llewellyn, and by some I mean most. Hurrying to catch up with the rest of his classmates Llewellyn picked up his walking pace to a brisk trot, head craned downwards into his book and his brow deeply creased. He heard Kai speak, but didn't quite know what he said, fixated instead on his book and trying to remember what article the professor had detailed. Admittedly, this was probably Llewellyn's first time opening the book all year. He liked Care of Magical Creatures but mostly in the practical application. Not so much the learned instruction. He felt this way about most classes, and did alright when it came to utilization, but his marks were still poor and his testing abysmal. 

Also, the wind was blowing right through his- er.... Well, it wasn't his sweater per say, but Llewellyn had forgotten to leave out his laundry again for the fifth week in a row. Instead, he'd snagged one of Kai's rompers that had been sitting on his bed. It was better than the alternative of smelling like month old corn chips. Sometimes there were benefits to lodging with your best mate... at least for Llewellyn.

Plus he could look like a rad quidditch player without ever breaking a bone or suffering a bludger to the face. He'd spent some time watching Kai play the sport, and it was cringe worthy at times to say the least. 

Finally giving up he closed the book and tucked it away under his arm, lifting his head up just in time to catch Olive's histrionics. 

"Which do you think came first? The Griffin or the Hippogriff?" Llewellyn echoed idly after Kai as the small group followed Professor Drake. "Do they lay eggs or have babies? Are their babies chicks or kittens?" he continued, reaching up as they passed under a leafy tree with hefty boughs to pluck several alluring white flowers from its branch. He didn't know the name of the tree, but he had only ever seen it at Hogwarts. He could only assume it held some magical properties, as it bloomed only during the coldest months. He twirled the stems between his thumb and forefinger deliberately in thought, paying little mind to their direction or surroundings. 

Olive Greene Kaimana Ohme

The outdoors were not Davina's favorite. She was part of a muggle family that would live outside like barbarians if they could have a running shower, so she was familiar with camping, she just didn't adore it. Either way, at some point going out into the forest and look for magical creatures was part of the curriculum. Davina couldn't decide between hating it and outright apathy; she would save her judgment for now. At least this lesson wasn't with Dale or Victor. Or Regina.

Picking up the last copy of the school book, she slowly flipped the pages until she got to the page the Professor specified. Davina looked at the rugged man as he spoke and she tried her best not to be too distracted. There was a reason why Olive was about to sacrifice her life to save the Professor from any and all forest dangers. Davina, however, knew the value of modesty and subtlety whereas Olive was as subtle as Gilderoy Lockhart. That Gryffindor was something else.

Her best bet was to ignore Olive's advances and stuck loosely to the boys who were at least somewhat on topic. "Who names a pet serpent Puffles?" she whispered to the Hufflepuffs. She couldn't resist. It was just ridiculous.

"The type of guy who received him in a will" He says back to Davina. He then looks to Olive rolling his eyes and shaking his head. He then looked ahead hearing the whispers of Puffles "Boggart ahead" It whispered as John placed a hand on his wand. "Anybody know the ridikulus charm?" He asked frowning as his snake slitthered up his leg then his torso until wrapping around his shoulders calmly looking at the students with piercing speckled eyes.

As the boggart came out it turned into a large sneering male with black hair and a short snub nose with a piercing. "Sorry Godrick" He mumbled as he flourished his wand at the man "RIDIKULUS" He shouted as the man turned into a fat clown. The boggart looked around as John laughed "He never was funny" The clown Dived at Olive with a sneer as it turned into what she feared most. "Olive now" He yells

Olive grinned, ready for that stupid clown. What she hadn't expected of course, was that it would change. Just as the Boggart reached her its shape began to shift into a rather familiar being, but something was off, something not quite.. whats the word.. human? "Colin?" she uttered, completely swept by the moment that she couldn't quite think logically enough to realize there was no way Colin could just appear out of thin air. No.. because what bothered her wasn't that it was Colin there but that something was off.. he looked pale.. and there was blood.

She inched closer, hesitantly, but the thing that was colin just kind of stood there, it's head hung low, so she could barely place the face, while its arms hung limply. At the sight of blood Olive gasped, taken aback and rushed forth "oh god.. oh.. you're bleeding, you're---" and just as she grabbed his arm to take a better look at, the Colin-thing seemed to lurch forward, grabbing hold of Olive, "gruhhhhhhhwaaaaaaaa" it growled, and finally did Olive see what had been shielded. The face of Colin had been decayed and torn out the side leaving his bare teeth exposed to better bite, his eyes were clouded over and a trail of blood dripped from his mouth down to his shirt.

Colin's a..a.azombie

"I---I cant" she uttered as she attempted to wrestle Colin off her before he bit her. The brain.. its the only way. Give him mercy.. she heard herself think, and struggled to free up her hand so that she could grab her wand, but zombie colin just kept gnashing his teeth at her hungrily, it was so real... in an unreal way, Olive closed her eyes, she felt tears drop as she did so, she'd never been this close to Colin before, close enough to kiss she couldn't help but think to herself despite the circumstances. Finally she managed to pry her wand out from her pocket and she rammed it into his ear, to get to the brain and shouted "RIDDIKULUS"

But nothing happened. Zombie Colin was still pushing forth, baring his teeth. Think.. happy.. happy Olive closed her eyes once more, she couldn't think with it looking at her so hungrily. Her beautiful lover.. dead... forever confined to walking the earth. no! STOP IT. Hes NOT dead. he's undead... zombie NO. He's up in his dorm sleeping his beautiful self. Hes getting himself ready for the upcoming match against slytherin, the one you practiced with him where you acted as chaser, and then he laughed when you almost fell off your broom while being overly dramatic Colin.

"RIDIKULUS" she repeated, and this time the spell seemed to work. Zombie Colins teeth seemed to fall out of his mouth like dentures and chattered about foolishly, Olive opened her eyes to see it, before her eyes zombie colin fumbled to get a hold of his chattering teeth, it was a ridiculous sight indeed. Olive giggled to herself. Suddenly zombie colin gave up his feeble attempts and instead ran straight at Kaimana angrily, and changed form..

Llewellyn chirped in with his own question: What came first? Kai nodded along with what his friend was saying, like a deep philosopher questioning his pupils. "Something boned a horse or a lion and got the other, like? That's what had'ta have happened, right?" There was a long pause while he thought about the babies, however. That was an incredibly good question. Surely, they could find it in the books they held in their hands, but Kai made no effort to check. "Do they, like, milk their babes or do they totally vom in their mouths? Fuckin' siiiiick," He nodded enthusiastically once more, glancing back down into the pages and finally, coincidentally, reaching page fifty.

Davina chirped in about the professor's snake, and Kai's cheeks one more were cracked by his goofy smile. "Puffles? That's super adorable, though," He whispered back, right before Drake chimed in with that stoic mountain man gruffness that had possibly the whole group swooning. Kai snorted and added a, "That's cool," before they all stopped in their tracks.

"Anybody know the ridikulus charm?"

Hell no, Kai didn't know the ridikulus charm. Obviously, he heard about it, was probably taught it, but he never had any hands on experience. Plus, that was definitely a lesson Kai decided to pass notes with that cute redhead next to him, and Kai was an awful multitasker. The boy backed away a bit from the group, bicolored eyes flicking around as chaos immediately ensued. Who the hell knew that they'd be accosted by a boggart, like, immediately? Nature had no chill. In a way, that was awesome, but for now it was simply just bonkers.

But how did they get the boggart to go away? Ridikulus only did so much, didn't it?

It jumped to Olive, whom had a zombie boy crush crawling up to her. Kai pulled his wand out; though he knew she would be much more capable than him, he would push back his incompetence to help out a fellow classmate. Yet, there he stood in place, fear bubbling inside him. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat.

Olive's spell finally hit, collapsing the zombie into a comedic Scooby Doo-esque chase for its teeth. Kai laughed momentarily, before its clouded eyes met his, and he fell still with fear.

Stumbling once more toward the Hufflepuff, the boggart rose as Daniyah Ohme . Her cheerful disposition gone, bloodied and pale, deep bruises colored her eyes an uneven purple and black. Just like... Kai felt a haze fall over him, like a veil of wool falling over his existence. His conscious lurched into a memory, mum beaten and frightened and carrying him onto a train. He was small, but old enough to know, and his face pressed close to her's. His first memory, he thought, was always amommy and him meeting for the first time... But this...

Daniyah's fists were clenched. She looked disappointed in him, like she didn't even want to be near him. Absolute hatred, he knew that look well; even if she wasn't actually from mum, she took on her disposition like it was in her genes. Down dripped the blood from her nostrils, trailing her white blouse. And from there, he could see, a river flowing from the hem of her skirt.

He didn't want to know what happened. He didn't want to know.

Shaking fingers lifted toward her, but she shoved her shoulder aside, pushing his hand away. In her fist was a wand, and she lifted it to his chest. "Wh- what's happening?" Kai squeaked, his eyes burning with tears, racing down his poorly shaven face, "P- p- please... I don't... I don't know what's happening..."

But, the words came to him, possibly from the group around him, edging him back into reality. "Ridikulus!" Kai called out, like something one would shout to wave off a nightmare. Maybe that was the point. Daniyah's blood turned thick and purple, and she was but a child with a jar of grape juice. She spilled it all over herself, trying to get a drink on her own. She looked shocked, and perhaps a little mad, as her fiery nature was always brimming within her. He smiled, unsure but proud.

But Kai turned suddenly away from the group, as the boggart stomped its way toward the person closest to him, Llewellyn Ludlow .

In the bushes, he vomited up all his breakfast. Absolutely fuckin' siiiick.

Quite possibly the worst part about Boggarts wasn't that they turned into something the victim feared, but rather what they revealed to others. At least, this was the case for Llewellyn who had taken several steps backwards as the boggart started in his direction, its form lengthening from the sweet albeit indignant image of his friends little sister. Llewellyn was never one to expose himself in that way, even to his best mates. He was... well, he was just Llewellyn, and he liked it that way. He didn't want to be this multifaceted complex personality. He certainly didn't want to talk about how he felt about anything ever, especially if it pertained to some deep seated issues from his incredibly dull childhood. His back hit something hard- a tree, and soon he was staring up at an old woman in a black tunic, scapular and cowl. Over her head she wore a long swooping veil that covered her modest hair. A convent nun, but she was not kind faced or amiable. Her features were draconian and wrinkled, hardened from years of what must have been a burdensomely devout life. Within her old gnarled hands she held a menacing yard stick. 

"S-s-s-sister Donoghue," Llewellyn stammered out, as surprised as anyone else to see her face in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest, forgetting for the moment that it was a boggart. Suddenly he felt dreadful for Kai having seen his sister like that. The likeness was uncanny, down to the translucent blue veins that snaked out from her covered neck. 

Before attending Hogwarts Llewellyn had spent six gruelingly long years in catholic boarding school at the request of his Father, who had been uncertain if his illegitimate son would ever show signs of magic. His eldest hadn't, but Edan, a Gryffindor Alumnus and Llewellyn's half brother, had shown promise very early in life. Llewellyn had been a late bloomer of sorts. He recalled with crystal clarity that those six years had been the most miserable years of his life, and suddenly he found six years of repressed guilt flooding back into his conscious, flushing his cheeks to a deep shade of carmine. The nun took a step forward and her voice fractured severely. 

"It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To the thirsty I will give water without cost from the spring of the water of life."

Llewellyn dropped the flower he'd been holding in his hands and fumbled awkwardly for his wand. His hands shook. "R-r-r-rid-"

Smack. The sister had drawn back her arm and landed the yardstick plain across his face that now smarted terribly. 

"Those who are victorious will inherit all this, and I will be their God and they will be my children."

Another smack. This time on the other cheek. 

"But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as for murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death. Revelation 21:8.”

"R-r-r-ridikulus," he stammered out, but the spell refused to produce. 

John acted quickly he charged the creature tackling it Knocking Peffles off his shoulders as it attempted to transform back into the male from earlier. "RIDIKULUS" He bellowed his wand pointed at the creature as it transformed into a large fat woman with badly done makeup and a snake that looked alot like Puffles. The boggart managed to stand up and looked at itself. John leaped up to his feet "Tarantallegra" He said as the Boggart began to dance

"Davina young child, Do me a favor while its weak and finish it off while I attend to Mr. Ludlow." He then walked over to Llewellyn "Mr.Ludlow," He said calmly "Are you ok?" He asks almost caring. He looked him over for any injuries and smiled "Only a few bruises" He mumbled before walking back towards the lead.

He then looked to Olive "It was a oak leaf by the way" He says smirking at her as he walked on putting his wand in the sleeve of his jacket as Puffles followed angry that he fell. "That wasn't nice" He whispered to John patronizingly. John whispered under his breath in parstletongue "Shut up"

How did he even hear that? Well, at least the Professor didn't seem to dwell on it because something Puffles said to him made him warn his students of an upcoming challenge. Davina immediately tensed at the need to face a boggart, and was glad it hadn't approached her first. Watching her classmates face their worst fears a special type of hell, and Davina's heart raced faster as each of them reacted differently. Each time it was defeated, it made its way towards the Slytherin, and she became increasingly anxious in anticipation. There were a lot of things she disliked, and a plenty of things she hated. There were also a handful of things that she was afraid of, but she wasn't sure what the boggart would manifest into.

As a distorted and frightening Daniyah appeared to her brother, Davina glanced over at Olive to see if she had recovered from seeing Colin undead. She didn't look well, but Llewellyn was suddenly sick and the Professor had tasked Davina with finishing off their opponent. The boggart turned its attention to her, turning into an amorphous cloud before gently unfolding itself into... a boy. Soft emerald eyes, fair skin, short blonde hair combed neatly. He wore a Slytherin uniform and cloak and was about Davina's age, maybe older, and he stared at her with... delight? "I'm so glad you see you," he said excitedly, barely above a whisper. Davina took a step back, her breath short and heavy. He looked exactly as he did just 3 years ago, dangerously beautiful, perfect for luring the most naive of prey.

"No..."

Davina lifted her wand and pointed it at the ghost from her past, attempting to keep herself from shaking. "I knew you would come back to see me-"

"RIDDIKULUS!" she screamed, panicked, willing the burst of magic from her wand to do her bidding. The beautiful boy was suddenly constricted in silky lingerie and fishnet stockings, making Davina let out a small gasp of relief. The boggart finally gave in and retreated deep into the forest, leaving Professor Drake and his students alone. Taking a few deep breaths, looking away for a few moments, Davina tried not to make eye contact with anyone. Wiping her own stubborn tears, the Slytherin took off her sweater and wrapped it around her waste, crossing her arms in front of her. It was official, she hated this lesson.

Olive gaped at the professors remark.

Had he..... read her mind??? Or did he just notice the leaf for what it was.. an oak leaf and nothing more.

She stared suspiciously at Professor drake for a moment, her eyes were narrowed tiny slits as if she were trying to use her eyes to see through him and into his own mind, like, reverse legimency.When nothing came to her she shrugged it off "Yes but it could have been deadly.." And with that said Olive turned to her classmates, everyone was kind of sour looking and out of it, which was completely understandable. Oluve herself was not feeling all that much up to it, but the moment had passed and now that she was mentally 'back' she could feel her inner Gryffindor creeping back into her, eager for the next taste of adventure.

"So what's next? Does someone die?" she asked jokingly "if yes then my bets on Ohme" she pointed a thumb at the poor hufflepuff who'd already lost his lunch after facing the boggart. He'd always been nice and hippiedippy, she suspected if something were to kill them he'd be all 'ahhhhh im dying but thats cool bro. I dig it. you're hungry'. But... there was also Ludlow. Olive looked at Llewellyn who feared, perhaps the least fearful thing in the universe.. a nun. Bah. But what was up with Davina's boggart, she wondered to herself. It was so strange to see the Slytherin so afraid of another person. Olive didn't think it was possible, and now that she'd seen it.. she wondered what happened... hmmm...

What an absolute shit show. Of course, the two people who remained in high spirits were the Gryffindors of the group. But that's meant as a compliment. Kai couldn't believe he let that little shit haunt Llewellyn of all people, and he crouched in the bushes momentarily with his eyes glued to the dirt below. It was obvious that bravery was not his strong suit. And his tongue was coated in a reminder of that.

However, it was not like Kai to lie where he fell, and he straightened his squat back up, patting the dirt from his knees casually.

"So what's next? Does someone die? If yes then my bets on Ohme"

Kai snorted at Olive's quip, "Ay, for real though, probs." He was just glad that it was over now, that they were able to shake it off relatively easily. Jokes aside, they did stop it and they did come out unscathed. Hard to bury the burden of fear, but it was possibly the best thing that they could have came out of it; "At least whatever fronts on us next, it won't be nothin'. A complete piece of cake," He said with a short "ha". Though, obviously, he'll still be absolutely frightened by whatever crossed their path. For now, he snatched his bag from the ground and trotted his way back to Llewellyn's side.

From his bag, Kaimana pulled out a hostess snack cake, and took no reluctance in shoving it into his friend's hand. "You good, bruv? You gon' be aight?" He started, but lowered his voice, "I'm real sorry..." Admittedly, he only saw the latter of his encounter with the boggart. It made him realize, in truth, that he did not know much about his friend's home life. But Kai was not want to ask questions. And what Llewellyn likely needed, in all seriousness, was to be distracted by good vibes.

There was a beat, and he glanced over at Davina.

There were few things that Kai understood. End sentence, really. But there was something similar between them, he felt. An inkling. Kai let the thought drop, however. Instead, he offered his open bag to her, where resided a few more plastic wrapped cakes. "Hey, you want one? It's cool, I got a whole lunch, I def won't be eatin' any of these today... Well, maybe tonight," He smirked and shrugged lazily.

Luckily for Llewellyn, boggart Sister Donoghue was not nearly as tenacious as the real thing, so while the sharp smacks to the face stung his already ruddy cheeks and made his movingly verdant eyes tear up slightly, it wasn't anything he hadn't experienced prior to that moment. Besides, it hadn't been the actual nun that had struck him so poignantly, though he doubted his classmates would perceptive enough to realize the greater metaphor at play (much to his relief). Now flooded with cumbersome catholic guilt, he did not readily recover as his classmates did. When the professor stood before him he rubbed his glowing cheeks and shrugged off the acknowledgement, though he had to admit he wasn't at all opposed to the hardy man's attentions.

As he turned and headed back down the path Llewellyn moved away from his cornered position on the tree, shuffling his feet as a new emotion swept over him: embarrassment. It was not one foreign to the Hufflepuff who had spent much of his academic career in the throes of humiliation. Shoving his rather useless wand into his back pocket he felt something touch his hand. Something plasticky and probably highly processed. He looked up to see Kai offering comfort. It was appreciated, but there was still the uneasy backlash of anxiety churning his stomach. He said nothing. He wasn't pissed at Kai, but Llewellyn often fell victim to his own ascetic tendencies. Figuratively speaking, he pushed his friend away and focused his gaze instead on the path ahead, leaving Kai behind to chat idly with the Slytherin.

He ripped open the package and stuffed the cake into his cheeks anyway, listening to the Professor and Olive chat.
"What kind of stuff out here can kill people? Why does Professor Murphy want us out here unsupervised if we can... like... uh... die. Sounds like a pretty shit protocol if you ask me," he questioned the Professor expressly. 

ooc: llewellyn ludlow 2016 asking the important questions in life
tags; The Murphy (mentioned), John Drake