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Introductory Class with the 3rd Years
Author: Jolyon
Date: 10-29-11 11:11
Jolyon enjoyed every class he taught, from his more introductory third and fourth year classes to the more complex O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. level classes. He especially looked forward to today's class meeting with the third years, who had yet to take Care of Magical Creatures since it wasn't offered to first and second year students. Today, the third years would get their first taste of Jolyon's favorite subject.
It was still a bit early in the afternoon for their arrival, but it wouldn't be long before the third years enrolled in Care of Magical Creatures emerged from the castle and joined him outside the barn. Because the weather was agreeable today––mild and somewhat sunny––Jolyon opted to hold class outside on the picnic benches rather than inside the stuffy stables. He suspected cooler temperatures were just around the corner. Might as well enjoy the fine weather while they were able.
When the hour finally came for class to begin, Jolyon started off perched on one of the tables but he eventually got up and started roving around the immediately vicinity while the tables filled up with students. It was a decent size group and included students like Adina Blackwood, Mason Jeffers, Hydrangea Marchbanks and Kida Young. Jolyon couldn't say he knew any of them particularly well, not having taught them before, but some of them he certainly recognized, either from their involvement in school activities or from his Hogwarts house.
After roll call, he introduced himself to the class. Everybody pretty much already knew him, even if they hadn't taken his class before. Jolyon nevertheless talked about his interest in Care of Magical Creatures and his past jobs at a petstore and as a veterinary healer before winding up at Hogwarts as a teacher. After talking about himself, he invited everybody to announce whether or not they had any pets and if they were interested in learning about any one creature in particular.
Then it was time to get down to business. He conjured a stack of syllabi and magically sent one to each of the third years. He briefly went through the syllabus, highlighting important events like field trips or major homework assignments and exams.
Next came the fun part.
"So, who can tell me what exactly a beast is?" he asked the class at large.
Arthur Fu raised his hand. "Is it an evil magical creature?"
"Not necessarily," Jolyon replied. "Anybody else?"
Nobody really knew how to define beast, other than it being just another term for magical creature. Jolyon listened to the suggestions being called out and was pleased with every effort made on the part of the third years.
When at last all answers seemed exhausted, he explained, "The technical definition for beast is any magical creature without sufficient intelligence to understand magical law. Basically, that refers to most magical creatures. Most magical creatures are not sentient. Who can tell me what sentient means?"
Mason raised his hand. "Doesn't it have to do with human intelligence? Like, most magical creatures have brains and can obviously think, but they can't think at our level."
"That's a good way of putting it. 2 points to Slytherin. Most magical creatures are like our pets… our cats, for example. They can think. We know they can. But a lot of what drives them is instinct and simple, everyday activity. Now it's time to hunt for food. Now it's playtime. Now I'm sleepy. They don't use their brains to read and understand an assignment. They can't do homework. But there are some "magical creatures" who technically can. The sentient ones are defined as beings rather than beasts, with a few examples. But we'll go into that later. Before we move on, does anybody have any questions?"
Nobody did, so he moved on to the next topic of the afternoon, magizoology.
Pettigrew - Couch Potato In The Making
Author: Harry Potter
Date: 10-29-11 11:59
Pettigrew doesn't move from his position on the couch when Harry walks in, arms laden with groceries. Harry stands staring as Pettigrew deftly flicks the button on the television remote from one channel after another. With a roll of his eyes Harry says with annoyance, "No, no. Don't bother yourself getting up to help. I've got it covered."
"Oh, hello, Harry. Didn't hear you come in," Peter dully says, eyes never moving from the telly screen. "Wonderful invention, this. Why hasn't someone in the Wizarding World engineered something like it for us?"
Harry rolls his eyes again then continues into the kitchen, not bothering to comment. As he sets to putting the groceries away he thinks it's probably a good thing he sprung for cable service. Since moving Pettigrew here from Grimmauld Place the man has been entranced by the telly and its hold on him doesn't apear to be letting up anytime soon. With Peter hooked on the telly he'd done less complaining about being bored and lonely. It's not made him able to more verbally express what exactly is is he's so bloody frightened of but one can't have everything.
Shoving cans of soda into the fridge, Harry reminds himself it's far past time he told Ginny, Ron, and Hermione about Peter. They will probably take the news better than Remus did. Definitely handle it better than Sirius. Granted, Sirius was not told about Pettigrew so much as stumbling on Harry's secret. He's still so angry with Harry that he won't speak to him. Back on Harry's birthday he'd been somewhat surprised when Sirius had shown up to the party along with Drucilla, James, and Mira. He'd been so certain Sirius would have some excuse for not putting in an appearance. True, the man had barely said a word to Harry all evening but given that it was a party with a number of people and Sirius was being friendly to everyone else, it's not as though anyone noticed him giving Harry the cold shoulder.
Other than Remus that is. Remus knew that Sirius knew so noticed the lack of communication between Sirius and the birthday boy. Then again, Remus has hardly been speaking to Harry either.
Sighing loudly while putting some deli meats into a drawer in the refridgerator, Harry knows it really is time to fill in a few others. They might not be happy with him for sheltering Peter Pettigrew and keeping it a secret from them but better to have them a little put out with him than to have any of them find out by accident. Ginny and he are having dinner with Hermione and Ron so that would be a good time to let them know what he's been keeping from them for several months.
Scrubbing a hand across his face Harry sighs again. A dinner he'd been looking forward to now looms like a condemned last meal. Moving to the kitchen door he calls out, "I'm leaving. Pantry's restrocked."
Pettigrew, wrapped up now in some Japanese game show, laughing heartily at the contestants's antics, merely waves a hand in the air to let Harry know he was heard. Give Peter more sedentary time spend telly watching while mindless eating and he'll pack on enough pounds that Harry will have to remind himself NOT to refer to the man as Uncle Vernon.
Harry leaves though with the decision made to come clean at dinner, he's in no rush to get home. He's not working today but he could always go do some parchment work. Just something to occupy the time and keep him from thinking about how exactly he's going to break the news to Ginn, Hermione, and Ron.
Distractions and Hawks
Author: Adina Blackwood
Date: 10-29-11 15:57
Care of Magical Creatures had gone well, and Adina had grabbed some dinner with Arthur before going to Common Common room to settle and get some homework done. Attention shifted as a few other stragglers moved through the confines of the room, but soon enough she had to force herself back to the things at hand.
Herbology homework was due tomorrow, and she also had Charms homework to get done for Professor Fairchild. Beyond that, she wanted to try and get a jump on her assignment for Care of Magical Creatures, and History of Magic, and a few others that she didn't want looming over her for the last minute. Hermes had flown into the Common Commons and perched upon the table, and when it took longer than three seconds for him to be acknowledged he let out a cry that made Adina jump and sent a bottle of ink pooling over her nearly complete herbology homework.
"Bloody hell Hermes...what could you possibly want?" She muttered, flicking her gaze upward and realizing that most of the eyes of the other students in the Common Commons were upon her. "Sorry..." She said, before turning her attention to the attention hungry hawk.
Hermes nipped at her fingers, classic sign that he wanted a treat. "They are in my dorm. You can have a treat when we go downstairs. Go catch a field mouse or something, while I get some homework done." She shooed the hawk off with a wave of her hand and sighed, looking down at the ink-stained parchment.
Her wand was pulled free and with a sigh she tried to remember the cleaning charm that would hopefully help remove the ink, but not everything else on the parchment. She managed it, and soon enough turned her attention back to her homework. Within moments she was done with it, and had it safely tucked back in her bag.
After a few moments, she decided that she wasn't going to get anything else done, so she put her books away and headed for Slytherin house. Maybe she'd just go to bed early, or sit with Arthur in the Commons and do nothing. The second was exactly what she ended up doing.
Studying Late
Author: Christopher Chant
Date: 10-29-11 19:34
Meowing for attention Beetle jumps into Christopher's lap, the Persian's long black and white fur effectively obscuring all the text on the pages of Christopher's open Potions book. When Christopher scratches along Beetle's head and the back of the the cat's neck, Beetle spreads out even more on the book, loudly purrings, eyes contently closed. After a few minutes of lavishing the Persian with attention Christopher says, "Enough, Beetle. I've got to going over this for tomorrow. Snape has a reputation for a reason, you know."
Gently lifting Beetle to the space between him and the arm of the chair, Christopher resumes reading the Potions assignment, something he's already done once before. He simply can't chance not knowing any of the material for tomorrow. When he does finally shut the Potions textbook close with a snap Christopher eyes his Charms book. He's gone over that once already as well but with Professor Knight such an unknown quantity, it's probably better to follow that old cliché of better safe than sorry.
Christopher makes quick work of rereading Charms and though his head is muzzy by then and he would like nothing better than to finally go crawl into bed, he forces himself to do a reread of Transfiguration. It's the last on his to do list and won't take long. He does have one other class tomorrow but as it's a class that only meets once a week, Christopher has not yet had a Muggle Studies class this new term. He has no idea whether he should get a jump start by reading the first chapter of Muggle Life or if Professor Miller will start them off with material from elsewhere in the text.
Gathering up all this things and shoving them into a bookbag, Christopher slings the bag up to one shoulder then scoops up Beetle. Once in his room he deposits the bookbag at the end of his bed and places Beetle on a pillow. Christopher gets what he needs for a quick shower and to brush his teeth along with pajamas. Within twenty minutes he's back to the dorm room, in bed, and on his way to a deep sleep, Beetle curled up next to him.
Snitch Repair (Theodosia)
Author: Viktor Krum
Date: 10-30-11 14:07
Lips pursed Theodosia carefully positions with one hand the practice snitch's broken wing, pointing her wand at it with the other hand. Unlike a game snitch, this practice snitch can be used time and again and as it's relatively new she hates to bin it if the wing is fixable. The house teams haven't been formed yet but with tryouts for those teams now just ten days away, students have been getting in some pitch time as their schedules allow. This little practice snitch has already seen plenty of air time even though it had never been used prior to the start of term and term is only a few days into its Fall session.
By the time the Hogwarts Express had arrived last Thursdays, ungorging students eager to see friends and sit down to the feast, but not necessarily looking forward to classes starting, Theodosia had posted notices on all the house bulletin boards as well as in the Common Commons, the Fitness & Athletic room, the Library, and down here at the pitch's dressing rooms.
QUIDDITCH TRIALS SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 2005!!!
SIGN UP BELOW - INDICATE HOUSE AND POSITION(S) DESIRED
ANYONE NEEDING BROOMS FOR PRACTICE AND TRIALS PLEASE SEE ME
She'll wait until that Saturday morning to collect the sheets to make a roster for the trials. Practically each year she's been at Hogwarts the trials have been conducted slightly different from the previous year. That's partly because of how much assistance she's had from tryout to tryout and partly because of other influences such as Harriet Snider and Ryland Yaxley when those two ran the school. This year the plan, which could change between now and the 17th, is to have students divided into warm-up groups, regardless of what position each is hoping to get, doing general drills and exercises. After that will be drills geared towards each specific position. She'll have those interested in chaser positions up first, followed by beater hopefuls, those seeking to be seeker, and lastly keeper wannabes.
The practice snitch fixed, Theodosia returns the winged ball to its particular chest, which she's moved to her office. She won't make this chest of balls available until she knows she can be out on the pitch watching because she wants to make sure the spell repair on the snitch's wing is going to hold. If hers doesn't last, Theodosia will take the ball to Viktor to see what he can do with it before writing it off as unrepairable.
She's normally at her office in the castle at this time but with at least until Quidditch tryouts are over Theodosia is spending more time down here at the pitch. As she's a little hungry, having only eaten a piece of toast with boysenberry jelly for breakfast, Theodosia decides to go on up to the castle, grab a snack to tide her over until lunch and spend the rest of her office hours writing letters to confirm with those who've said they'd love to help out with tryouts. As she makes the walk she tries to decide what she'll eat as a snack, finally deciding on some fruit salad and a mug of cinnamon spiced mulled cider a friend recently sent her.
(Kate) Rumor Has It
Author: Bronwyn Dewhurst
Date: 10-30-11 15:29
Wednesday was by far the busiest day in Kate's schedule. In the morning she had Potions with Professor Weasley, History of Magic with Professor Davyd, and Ancient Runes with Professor Hodfuffer. In the afternoon she had Charms with Professor Fairchild, Transfiguration with Professor Black, and Fitness & Athletics with Professor Batuti. On top of all that, she had Astronomy with Professor Jones at midnight.
She'd already gotten through Potions and History of Magic, which she'd already attended twice: on Friday, the first day of classes, and this past Monday. Now was that precious time between classes, which always seemed to go by as quickly as the blink of an eye.
She walked to Ancient Runes with fellow Hufflepuff Wilhelmina Kluck. Gus, Felicia and Johanna were also in Kate's Ancient Runes class, but they'd had different classes this morning, namely Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Somerset and Herbology with Professor Ravenscroft. This would be their second meeting with Professor Hodfuffer, as Ancient Runes class didn't meet on Fridays.
"I heard a rumor about you, Kate," Wilhelmina said, as they walked the short distance from the History of Magic classroom to the Ancient Runes classroom. Both were on the third floor of the castle.
"Oh?" Kate asked. "Is it bad or good?"
Wilhelmina grinned like the Cheshire cat. "Depends on how you look at it, I suppose."
They came upon the Ancient Runes classroom, entered, and headed to their seats.
"Well, what did you hear about me?" Kate asked, wanting to know.
"Only that you're dating some Slytherin boy. Not that it's all that surprisingly, since you're always hanging around Slytherins. I'm beginning to wonder if the Sorting Hat made a mistake in placing you in Hufflepuff."
Wilhelmina furrowed her brow. "I can't remember. Did you have a hat stall?"
"I most certainly did not," Kate replied, having heard somewhere that a hat stall took place when the Sorting Hat deliberated for more than just a few minutes over where to place a student. "As for the first rumor, you didn't hear wrong. Or at least I don't think you did."
Wilhelmina quirked a brow. "What does that even mean?"
"Just that I'm not sure what Mark and I really are. I think we're dating, but I'm not sure we've made anything official. I'm not even sure I know how to make things official."
"Well, did he kiss you yet?"
Kate shook her head. "No. We've just held hands and played footsies under the table. We've danced, too."
Wilhelmina considered Kate's words, but she didn't say anything else because Johanna, Felicia and Gus entered the room and took their usual seats around Kate. They'd not seen each other since breakfast, and even then they'd not really gotten a chance to talk. The four chatted amicably until Professor Hodfuffer started his lecture.
Emergency
Author: Bronwyn Dewhurst
Date: 10-30-11 16:07
Bronwyn arrived at Emergency just moments after receiving the urgent owl at work regarding an accident Toby had had on the Quidditch Pitch during practice. Luckily, she'd already gone off the air and had been at her cubicle, researching topics of discussion for tomorrow's morning show. Much to Bronwyn's annoyance, the nurse at the reception desk refused to allow Bronwyn to be at her husband's side. Apparently, he was in the middle of receiving treatment for his injuries. She would be allowed to see him after the healer was finished with him.
She was too worked up to read any of the more interesting magazines in the waiting room and she couldn't sit still either, not knowing the extent of her husband's injuries. Bronwyn knew that Quidditch could be a brutal sport and that injuries were bound to happen, whether mild or severe. Whatever happened had to be pretty bad to land Toby in St. Mungo's.
Unable to sit and wait, Bronwyn paced the waiting room. She walked the full length of the room and then doubled back, only to collide into Kristos Fox.
She staggered back in alarm and then narrowed her eyes. "You again." It had been some months since she'd seen him. Bronwyn would have rather gone much longer without seeing him again, though.
Kristos shot her a curious look and then grinned at her in his evil kind of way. "Well, well, well. Long time, no see. In fact, the last time I saw you was that night you wouldn't give it up for me. Isn't that right?"
Bronwyn looked confused. "Um. No."
Kristos started to say something sarcastic but then he noticed how she was looking at him. His haughty expression faded. "I've seen you more recently than that."
"Yeah." Bronwyn studied him curiously. "You don't remember."
He shook his head. "I have amnesia. I've probably lost a good half-year's worth of memories."
Bronwyn shook her head. "How is that even possible? Did your memory study go terribly wrong?"
Kristos blinked. "You know about the study?"
"Well, yeah. I was enrolled in it. So were you. That's how we met again after all these years. And just so we're clear, I wasn't happy to see you again then, and I'm really not happy to see you now."
"Got it," Kristos said, though without any sort of sarcasm. His mind was obviously processing her words. "Did I ever tell you about what I was doing in the memory study?"
Bronwyn shook her head. "No, but presumably the same thing as me. I'd been obliviated and lost a few days of my life. You'd probably gone through something similar."
"Obliviated. Who would want to do that to me?" Kristos murmured to himself.
It was Bronwyn's turn to show sarcasm. "Probably every girl you ever dated, myself included."
Kristos shot her an appreciative grin. "Thanks. So, did you ever recover your lost memories?"
Bronwyn's face fell. "Yeah."
"That bad, huh?"
"You could say that."
Kristos frowned. "I should talk to the nurse. My sister got injured on the job, apparently. I should find out what's going on." He left without another word to Bronwyn. She watched him for a moment, wondering what had happened to him since she'd last seen him. She didn't feel sorry for him, though, not when she knew what he could really be like.
"Mrs. Beck?"
"Finally!" Bronwyn exclaimed. She came forward and followed a nurse into the emergency ward. The nurse led her to a room full of several beds. Toby sat up in one with his hand and forearm all bandaged up. He smiled when he saw Bronwyn.
"Hey, you."
"Toby, what happened? They wouldn't tell me anything?" Bronwyn asked, hugging him on his non-injured side.
"Nothing serious!" Toby exclaimed. "I just had a really bad collision. Broke my wrist. You should have heard the snap. It was really, really loud!"
He seemed positively happy for somebody who'd just suffered a bad break.
Bronwyn hugged him and sighed into his shoulder. "I'm glad that's all it was."
Toby leaned into her. "No need to worry, love. But I'm glad you're here."
"Me too," Bronwyn murmured, even if her visit had meant bumping into Kristos again.
Still Learning The New Schedule (Mason)
Author: Pyrrhus
Date: 10-30-11 16:29
Coming out of Ancient Runes Mason stops, going suddenly blank at where he's to go next. As he's been to whatever class it is twice since classes began, he would have thought going would almost be automatic now. He shifts his satchel to dig out his schedule but Boris pokes him in the back.
"Transfiguration."
"Right. Thanks. Don't know why I didn't think of just following everyone else."
"Because if you couldn't remember what was next, for all you know it was time for your other elective. Tell me again why so many of us couldn't wait for term to start?"
"Who was? Other than playing more Quidditch I don't recall wanting to get back here any time soon."
Boris has an odd expression on his face as he stares at a girl just as she's turning into the Transfiguration classroom. Mason grins and gives Boris a good natured sock on the shoulder. "You like Glori."
"What? Do not."
"Do." Mason makes googly eyes at Boris accompanied by a kissing noise.
"You're such an idiot."
"Better an idiot than a fool in love."
They playfully shoved each other until they reach their seats, Mason saying, "Don't forget I won't be able to practice until after five today. Have Fitness & Athletics. Why didn't you sign up for it? You had said you were going to."
"I know but Mum decided that with the two required electives this year upping my course load to nine was more than enough. At least she didn't say I couldn't try for the house team. She probably wasn't thinking about practice time if I make the team. So when do you want to get in some pitch time today?"
"Class ends at 5 but since I'll be ready for some food by then, how about after supper?"
"I'll tell Gaston." Leaning over to speak to the person on his other side, Boris passes the information along. None of the boys get in further conversation after that as Professor Black walks in, ready to start the day's Slytherin and Hufflepuff third year Transfiguration class.
Discoveries
Author: Phyllida
Date: 10-31-11 04:37
After purloining some sandwiches from the Great Hall, Phyllida and Nathaniel had moved outside into the grounds, in order to revise before Charms after lunch. They lay stretched on the verdant green, enjoying what might be the last of the fine weather before the onset of Autumn.
It had come as a surprise to both of them that he had spent most of his first week sitting with the Spore girls in class, or studying with them diligently outside of it. Phyllida was recovering from her initial misgivings about the Hufflepuff Prefect – he was proving himself an undeniably bright student – his Divination and Arithmancy work even slightly outstripped hers.
Ptolemy, however, had persisted in his haughty disdain of Nathaniel, and took every opportunity to turn his suspiciously narrowed gaze upon the young man whenever their paths crossed.
Unwilling to fully admit his intellectual equality, she took it upon herself to quiz him about the effects of their most recent Charms: the Imperturbable Charm and the Severing Charm. He had answered most of her questions with accurate disinterest – she had been more intrigued in reading up on concealment charms, that when she asked him what a Substantive Charm did, she was surprised not to hear any answer.
"Nathaniel?"
She raised her gaze from the pages of. His eyes were closed, his head lolled to one side – he was asleep! Phyllida laughed quietly, reaching for his books. She read his name off the frontispiece of The Study and Practice of Transfiguration, written in his slightly loopy handwriting:
Nathaniel Archibald Ross.
"Archibald…" She chuckled softly. "I suppose it's no worse than Cymbeline."
He really was fast asleep. His mouth hung open a little, giving him a childish, vulnerable air. A fly buzzed around his face, barely disturbing him beyond a twitch.
She went through the rest of his books, searching for – well, she didn't really know what. Some clue into the hidden depths of his soul, perhaps, or something embarrassing to tease him about. An angry scrawl about a professor, or a doodle during Potions. Perhaps, she even allowed herself to think, something about her…
Sighing, she flipped open the cover of his Charms book, and froze. Disappointment flickered across her face, and she flung the book towards the recumbent Nathaniel.
"Wh-hat?" He awoke as the book landed on his stomach. He looked up to see her storming away. "Hey – wait!"
The book had flopped open to the front page, where a Quidditch player in yellow and black stripes flew smugly around the goal posts, basking in the adulation of the crowd.
Ferne among Ferns
Author: Ferne
Date: 10-31-11 14:54
Despite the evening's chill, Ferne Scrivener sat beneath one of the many trees on the campus of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was certainly not the Whomping Willow, but a yew that rather enjoyed her company—or so she mused because it never attacked her like the Whomping Willow did whenever she tried to venture close enough to get hold of a sample, instead she even swore that its limbs moved to protect her from unwanted attention considering her identification as a Slytherin. With the sun slightly hidden behind a passing cloud from time to time, Ferne did as her name implied: write about ferns. It was her daily activity of documenting various plants of interest in her journal to get her in the state of mind to study Herbology, which happened to be her favorite subject. It was the Burning Fern today. After writing a detailed description of how the Burning Fern inflicts massive boils upon the skin of whatever it comes into with contact, Ferne began her doodling. She drew the plant of interest before drawing the unfortunate with massive boils. As her doodle progressed, she began laugh uncontrollably.
A hiss emitted from the cat besides the 7th year Slytherin.
Ferne stilled her laughter to apologize, "I'm sorry for disrupting you, Ptolemy; I was simply caught up in the moment."
He gazed into her eyes with curiosity.
"Come," she waved the British Shorthair to her, "I'll show you."
Ptolemy, leaving his grassy throne, rose and waddled over to her. Once he reached Ferne, she gave him a luxurious petting, which received a purr in response. He settled down next to her and she showed him her journal.
"See, I'm documenting the Burning Fern," explained Ferne, pointing to her description, both written and drawn. "All of this thought on ferns made me wonder about the origins of my name."
Staring at her journal entry, she set it a-top her lap again. "There are many classes of ferns, the Burning Fern is merely one of them, so which one was I named in honor of?"
Ptolemy simply stared at Ferne, who appeared to be speaking more to herself.
"Burning Fern, Carnivorous Fern…" her murmurs became a part of the wind. "Ferns, ferns, ferns…"
Idly, Ferne leafed through her journal. It was a thick, antique book filled with much documentation, not only of plants, but of whatever caught her attention at that moment. Pausing at one of the recent entries, Ferne saw her class schedule. She couldn't decide if she loved or detested her schedule for her last year at Hogwarts. Sure, she loved her classes. But, she hated when her classes were. Mondays were the fullest. She didn't get truly finished with classes until 5PM! Yes, she had two breaks, but she went from 9AM-12PM without disruption to an hour break to an hour class to an hour and a half break to an hour and a half class. But those are only Mondays, Ferne reasoned. The rest of the week was lighter in comparison. She went from 10:30AM-3:30PM with a two hour break in between her two classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and 9AM-2PM with an hour break in between her third and fourth classes on Wednesdays and Fridays. It's much better to have a busy day at the beginning of the week than at the end.
Ferne looked into the sky, trying to judge the time. Despite her class load being lighter than her best friend Phyllida Grimshaw-Spore's, she spent just as much, if not more, time studying. Ferne closed her journal and placed it deep within her book-bag. Once it was secured, she did the same with the rest of her belongings. Ferne put her book-bag on and turned to look at her pampered cat.
"Come, Ptolemy, let's find Phyllida."