Post by Gryffon Pierce on Aug 24, 2016 8:41:04 GMT -5
The lack of rules at Hogwarts wasn’t the best thing when you actually cared about learning and morality. Seriously, why would anyone hire a professor to teach Dark Arts. It had been over fifty years since such a subject had been taught at this school. Really, his parents had debated moving him to Beauxbatons after hearing that, and it was only him telling him that it wasn’t so bad and that he only had a year till graduation which kept them from pulling him from school. Not that they were normally that invasive in his live, they simply cared. The benefit of the lack of rules was he no longer had to sneak into the Forbidden Forest, instead he simply left the kitchens with lunch and a bag full of wood lice and walked straight into the forest.
It was a bit of a walk to his destination, and he watched the woods carefully as he traveled. The centaurs mostly ignored him by this point. He’d been told off enough as a kid that he knew where to avoid now they were more likely to attack him then shoo him away. Finally he reached the place he was looking for, a large rowan tree in the center of a clearing. It was old and nareled and wonderful. He pulled out the wood lice and tossed them to the bowtruckles who now expected them whenever he came around. Sitting at the base of the Wiggentree, he continued studying for the upcoming potions exam. Memorizing facts like that Felix Felicis took to six months to brew, was also know as liquid luck and had a number of harmful side effects from prolonged use.
The bowtruckles must have know him well enough now to know he wasn’t going to harm their tree, or they'd just forgotten he was there, as they returned to searching for food. Pushing the potions book to the side, he started doodling sketches of them. Observing them as he tried to take notes on love potions, he noticed someone nearby. It looked humanoid anyway. It definitely didn't have horse legs either. Who on earth would come this far into the forest anyway? Staying where he was, he ignored them. Maybe they would go away if he continued taking notes. Anyway, even if it was something malignant as long as he was touching the tree like he was, no dark creature could harm him.
It was a bit of a walk to his destination, and he watched the woods carefully as he traveled. The centaurs mostly ignored him by this point. He’d been told off enough as a kid that he knew where to avoid now they were more likely to attack him then shoo him away. Finally he reached the place he was looking for, a large rowan tree in the center of a clearing. It was old and nareled and wonderful. He pulled out the wood lice and tossed them to the bowtruckles who now expected them whenever he came around. Sitting at the base of the Wiggentree, he continued studying for the upcoming potions exam. Memorizing facts like that Felix Felicis took to six months to brew, was also know as liquid luck and had a number of harmful side effects from prolonged use.
The bowtruckles must have know him well enough now to know he wasn’t going to harm their tree, or they'd just forgotten he was there, as they returned to searching for food. Pushing the potions book to the side, he started doodling sketches of them. Observing them as he tried to take notes on love potions, he noticed someone nearby. It looked humanoid anyway. It definitely didn't have horse legs either. Who on earth would come this far into the forest anyway? Staying where he was, he ignored them. Maybe they would go away if he continued taking notes. Anyway, even if it was something malignant as long as he was touching the tree like he was, no dark creature could harm him.