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third years

LESSON FIVE

 

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Source: Potterrmore

 

CREATURE(S) OF INTEREST: HIPPOGRIFFS
MOM CLASSIFICATION: XXX
DOS: BE RESPECTFUL!
DON'TS: INSULT IT

QIN'S CAFFEINE LEVELS: ☕☕☕

 

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“Everyone, come to the front to take your homework assignments from two weeks ago. Ms @Havana Towne, please try harder. Good job on the descriptive portion Ms. @Selena Watkins. O+.” Meryl muttered as her third years came up one by one. "Oh and don't forget to take a scroll from the other side of the table as well. It contains pertinent information about today's class." The students whispered to one another once they have digested the contents of the scroll, some showing intrigue while others displayed fear. Like always, Meryl ignored the latter. “Today, we’ll be dealing with hippogriffs. But we won’t be playing with Sableplume and his herd this time.” Cue groans of disappointment. “You can always do that on one of your off days here at Hogwarts. Instead, I think it would be beneficial if you are given the opportunity to interact with Hippogriffs from other countries. China, namely.”

 

Much time and effort had gone into making this arrangement possible so the third years had better appreciate it.

 

“The scroll gives you basic information of The Kings Worthy Hippogriff Sanctuary, its history, their hippogriffs and a small map… just in case someone gets lost. It's located in Kings Worthy, England. Anyways, I’m sure the staff there will provide us with more detail once we get there."

 

Oh and one more thing. "Let me remind everyone here that we are not there to play. I am equipping everyone with padded armor from wrist to heel. Despite how harmless the herd here appears to be, the hippogriffs in the sanctuary are different, distrustful. Does everyone understand me?"

 

Cue several nods.

 

"And without further ado, please gather around the rusty birdcage.” It was the professor’s go-to junk item when it came to port keys.

 

A swirl of reality later, the woman and her group of gangly teens stood at the entrance of the Sanctuary, almost lost. Where was Mr. Lloyd? Surely he hadn’t forgotten their arrangement… “Behave.” Meryl warned a jumpy third year with a death glare.

 

And of course, the grouchy owner (as Meryl had learnt through their letters) had to appear just then.

 

“Good afternoon Mr. Lloyd. Thank you ever so much for accommodating us.”

 

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Xanxus Alexander Lloyd

“Mr. Lloyd, we go over this every school visit. You must make an appearance! It’s your sanctuary!”

 

The young hippogriff zoologist and animal rights activist scowled at Matilda, his manager, once again wondering why he’d hired someone so overbearing. Wasn’t the point of having staff so they could deal with the parts of his business he didn’t want to? You don’t see the Colonel making an appearance every time someone wanted to order chicken.

 

“Where’s Lucy? She’s responsible for tours,” Xanxus grumbled as he checked his hair in the mirror and straightened his suit. He’d been forced out of his grubby work clothes so to look presentable for the young impressionable minds soon arriving from Hogwarts.

 

“Miss Norwood is just rehearsing some of her lines. You know how nervous she gets. She’ll meet us at the front,” Matilda said, unperturbed by his foul attitude. She had the patience of a saint and the skin as thick as an elephant’s, which, as he had found out, came with being the mother of five teenagers. “Let’s go. I’m sure the students are already waiting for us.”

 

They were late by the time they got to the gate (Lucy was waiting anxiously to the side for their arrival), but Xanxus only sneered down his nose at Professor Qin and her students as if they were responsible for this major inconvenience. “You brats better watch yourself around my hippogriffs. They’ve been through enough and don’t need the additional stress of arrogant teenagers poking at them as if they know a thing about animal rehabilitation.”

 

Matilda sighed in exasperation, although Xanxus didn’t know why. She’d been the one to insist he speak to the students when she knew exactly the kind of things he’d say to them.

 

“Welcome to the Kings Worthy Hippogriff Sanctuary,” she began, gesturing for the students to gather closer. Xanxus took a precarious step back instead. “Originally a hippogriff farm, this beautiful land was converted into a sanctuary in 2029 for injured and cruelly treated hippogriffs. Mr. Lloyd here is the sole reason this movement to end hippogriff cruelty in China exists. He discovered the problem during one of his study trips to China and decided to actively do something about it. I am Matilda McInver. I manage the administrative side of the sanctuary and I’ve been tending hippogriffs since I was as young as you! This is Ms. Norwood. She’s one of our most passionate supporters of our cause. She’ll be taking you on a more in-depth tour of the sanctuary and will introduce the hippogriffs you’ll get to meet today.”

 

The children were a relatively polite audience as they listened attentively to the introductions. Perhaps it had something to do with the dangerous way Xanxus glowered at them, as if he’d do more than a slap on the wrist if they misbehaved on his land.

 

“So why does this sanctuary exist? What kind of cruelties do hippogriffs in China face?” Matilda prompted, cuing him with a look. Xanxus said nothing. “Mr. Lloyd?”

 

“I thought this was all in the pamphlet,” Xanxus snarled impatiently. “Fine. Hippogriff talons are a valuable potions ingredient — extremely expensive stuff. You can hardly get any in Britain these days without selling your house and some children. Talon hunters track down wild hippogriffs, strip them of their talons, and leave the animal to fend for themselves. Obviously, that doesn’t end well. Talons are one of their main defenses.

 

“In other parts of China, it’s popular to watch hippogriff cage fighting. Many young adolescent hippogriffs are captured for this very purpose. They’re starved, poked, prodded, baited, and then released into a cage where they are forced to fight each other for their next meal or death. Their wings are clipped to prevent escapes. Not only are they physically injured, but their natural social behaviours are damaged, too. These hippogriffs are excessively violent or frightened of everything.”

 

Xanxus scowled at his employees. “Now, if Ms Norwood would do her job, I can go back to mine.” He retreated without another word to the holding pen where he’d be preparing the five chosen hippogriffs for the group.

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“I, uhm… okay, right,” Lucy quivered meekly as Xanxus stalked off, leaving her to finish addressing the youngsters on her own. Even Matilda’s encouraging smile did little to loosen the knot in the pit of her stomach.

 

“If- if you could just follow me,” the former Hufflepuff said softly as she led the group down a beaten path, down into the heart of the sanctuary where several hippogriffs could be seen resting or playing along a vast stretch of field. Rolling hills and large clusters of trees also dotted the landscape. “This is the sanctuary,” she began by stating the obvious, gesturing towards the pasture with one shaky hand. “We have thirty hippogriffs-”

 

“I can’t hear you!”

 

“Me neither. Can you speak up a bit, ma’am?”

 

“Uhm,” Lucy looked both scared and flustered at the same time. “We have thirty hippogriffs,” she repeated, only a notch louder than before. “This is where they spend most of their time… playing, eating, resting, socializing… and here’s where we bathe them, usually. Depending on the weather. And sometimes we-”

 

“Hey, what’s that?” a student suddenly interrupted. They were pointing at a lone hippogriff in the distance, in a pen all on its own. It wasn’t clearly visible from where they were standing, but a large warning sign was pinned to the fence surrounding the hippogriff.

 

“Oh… that’s- that’s Gable. Don’t get too close,” she added fearfully. “Mr. Lloyd… he won’t be happy. Some of our hippogriffs… they just do better on their own. Nobody goes near Gable… except Mr. Lloyd.”

 

After a brief tour of the other buildings on the premise, each with their own purpose and function – medical care, maternity care, and the like – Lucy eventually brought the group back to the area they had started their tour in. This time, however, she led them towards a large pen that contained a few of their more “social” hippogriffs.

 

“Now if you could… gather ‘round… yes, like that,” Lucy wrung her hands together as the students circled around the holding pen. Entering the pen, she stooped down before one of the larger hippogriffs into bow that was returned. “This is Basil. He was rescued by Mr Lloyd from talon hunters. There are three talons missing from his foot – his right one. He’s not… you shouldn’t… just please be nice to him,” she finished lamely as another hippogriff with graying feathers slowly limped up beside her and rested her head against Lucy’s shoulder.

 

“Honora! How are you today,” Lucy gently stroked the hippogriff’s neck. “Honora is one of the oldest hippogriffs we have, at twenty-one years of age. She’s… lost all her talons, poor thing… can barely walk… but she’s so kind, so gentle, so motherly. We can always count on her to adopt our young orphans, like our Clarke here.” Several students gasped at the sight of a tiny, baby hippogriff that suddenly came into view from behind Honora.

 

“Clarke was orphaned… poor dear thing… talon hunters, they took her mother... probably would’ve died if Mr. Lloyd hadn’t rescued her. And those two there,” she pointed to a pair of young hippogriffs scuffing away at the ground on the far side of the pen. “That’s Grayson, and Willa. Grayson is five and Willa is four. They were both rescued from a cage battle facility… nasty… terrible,” Lucy sighed heavily at this. “They can’t fly anymore… clipped wings… but at least they are safe now. Grayson is learning to socialize… getting so much better… Willa… that one eye, she’s blind there… and her leg... the poor thing.”

 

Shaking her head sadly, Lucy bit down on her lower lip. “Are there… any questions?” she finished timidly.

 

HOMEWORK

 

Homework: A 50 wc attendance post pertaining to the lesson

Extra Credit (an additional 150 words):
1) RP the lesson in greater detail.
2) Interact with Mr. Lloyd or Ms. Norwood! First post a 100 wc RP and bold the name of the person you are intending to interact with. Wait for the person's reply and then post another 100 wc RP. If the person doesn't respond within a week, you will receive full EC credit for your first 100 wc post.

3) Interact with one of the hippogriffs on the farm. Click here to find the pamphlet of the farm mentioned above and the list of hippogriffs you can interact with.

4) Make a graphic depicting a hippogriff!

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Desmond Potter

Desmond Potter
 third year  hufflepuff  lesson five  WC 214 

 

They were going on a trip? To see Hippogriffs? But there were hippogriffs at Hogwarts, why did they have to travel to Kings Worthy. This wasn’t something that Desmond wanted to do, they could learn about the creature at Hogwarts. But Desmond wasn’t going to question his head of house, he had to make sure that he did what he was supposed to. At least in this class, since he didn’t want to get kicked off the house team.

 

When they got there, Desmond was trying to listen, but it was boring. He felt for those hippogriffs, but why did they have to be here looking at them, it was nice to know that someone cared about the hippogriffs and gave them a forever home.

 

Knowing that they wouldn’t be able to go back into the wild.

 

The ones that got Desmond, was the ones that couldn’t fly. That was sad, knowing that they were not able to fly anymore. That was something that hippogrifffs loved to do, at least that is what he believed. Not like he has read anything in books, he never once opened a book.

 

It was sad that people did this to the creatures, but Desmond was ready to head back. This was a little to sad for him.

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Phillip Aldermaston

Phillip Aldermaston
3rd Year Hufflepuff
COMC
Attendance + Extra Credit
Interacting with Ms. Norwood
WC: 113

 

When they were asked if there were any questions, one brown hand (namely, Phillip’s) rose into the air and then he waited politely to be called on.  “Uhh…two questions?  One:   How old was Clark when she was orphaned? And two….how do you tell whether a hippogriff is a boy or a girl, anyway?”   Phillip wanted to know, other than very carefully and very respectfully just how you sexed a hippogriff.

 

Don’t worry, Phillip doesn’t mean anything by his blunt attitude towards certain topics…it’s just an occupational hazard of the landscape near where Phillip grew up – it was simply that he had been exposed to certain things early in a frank and innocent way.

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Leah Princeley

Leah Princeley

Third Year Ravenclaw

Lesson Five

 

Today lesson of Care of magical creature was quite interesting. Then again they were on a field trip. So that Leah was pay somewhat attention. Professor Qin began and also that had a death eater and someone else with her. They were learning aboutsomething like hippogriff. Okay this was quite interesting. Hippogriff were quite interesting animals. Then again she had been attack by a creature before. Either way this lesson was interesting. 

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Seeley Pichardo

Seeley Pichardo

Third Year Hufflepuff

Lesson 5 Attendance | 86 Words

 

Seeley didn't have much experience with Sableplume.  The hippogriff had found her once, hiding in a bush that happened to be too close to the paddock and had not been one of her biggest fans and since then she'd made a point to avoid the temperamental creature and so, needless to say, she was not exactly excited about heading into a place that held dozens of the beasts.  They were pretty to look at from afar, but she had no desire to be chased down again.   

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Milo Shin

Milo Shin

Ravenclaw 3rd Year

Lesson 5 WC: 54

 

HIPPOGRIFFS. Milo thought these things were wicked cool although they had a herd at Hogwarts this was literally breathtaking. For the first time in awhile he was thankful he was magical so he could see something like this. He didn’t want to seem like a doofus but all of these were just, well, beautiful.

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Ariel Bellerose

Ariel Bellerose

Ravenclaw

Third Year

Lesson 5

 

Well this was more like it.  Hippogriffs were kind of creatures Ariel had signed up to this course for, not like the vermin they'd been "learning" about so far.

 

Hippogriff cage fighting sounded both intriguing and horrifying.  Horrifying because of what they did to the animals, but the idea was still tantalising in a way that made Ariel a little uneasy about his own fascination.  Obviously, he was against animal cruelty.  But Hippogriffs were massive and powerful beasts.  Seeing them fight one another would be incredible, even if it was morally corrupt.

 

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Fern Blackburn

fern blackburn

3rd year ravenclaw lesson #5  attended/extra credit wc: 212

 

It was funny how much your attitude could change within the span of a field trip. When Fern first heard the words 'hippogriff sanctuary' she was super excited. She loved hippogriffs, though admittedly the only one she'd ever interacted with was Sableplume, who seemed to always just barely accept her. 

 

She loved the idea of the sanctuary, and the fact that this place was literally built for saving hippogriffs. But the reason they were here was just heartbreaking. Fern would have rather heard that they'd been injured in the wild or something, rather than used for fighting or had their talons stolen just for a potions ingredient. She made a mental note to carefully scan over the ingredients list from now on, not wanting to make anything that required hippogriff talons. There had to be an alternative to that.

 

And then seeing the poor things. The creatures were so battered. It was so sad. But on the other hand, Fern kept reminding herself that they were here now, where they were cared for, and that was a wonderful idea. Maybe if she decided on a career in this field she would want to be a veterinarian of sorts for magical creatures (was there a name for that?) or help them somehow. 

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Kacie Weaver

Kacie Weaver

Gryffindor Third Year

Attendance + E.C. (254 words)

 

Kacie grimaced at the idea of having to travel by portkey yet again.  Sooner or later, she’d have to get used to portkeys, right?  On the flipside, getting to see Chinese hippogriffs sounded awesome!  Kacie wondered if there were physical differences between hippogriffs from different areas.  You could tell Indian and African elephants apart by size and ear shape… might Chinese hippogriffs be different colors than British ones?  She grabbed on to the cage, eager to find out.

 

As she listened to the grumpy owner of the sanctuary, Kacie couldn’t help but start to become indignant herself.  No one should be allowed to hunt these creatures just because of their magical properties.  And making them fight against each other just to watch?  Who would do that?  Why would anyone WANT to watch that?  Humans had largely replaced gladiator battles with sports, why couldn’t they do hippogriff races, or something like that?  Even if you wanted to have them be a spectacle, there had to be better ways to do it than cage fighting. 

 

Kacie almost wanted to cry as Ms. Norwood showed them the various hippogriffs and explained how they’d come to live at the sanctuary.  Maybe she could understand why the owner had been so mean, after all.  Kacie listened to Ms. Norwood with interest.  Maybe she’d get a chance to try to interact with one of the hippogriffs a little later.  She hoped it would like her, but she doubted any of them would let her hug them, like she wanted to.

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Fletcher Barrow

Fletcher Barrow

Slytherin 3rd Year

 

Fletcher liked hippogriffs. Sure, they were a bit dangerous and capable of tearing you apart if you so much as breathed the wrong way, but that was part of what made them so interesting to deal with. It kept you on your toes.

 

The man in charge of the sanctuary seemed rather prickly. Under normal circumstances the third year would have been tempted to play a prank just for kicks but he reckoned that would be a bad idea around the hippogriffs. Fletch was all for having a bit of fun but he also knew there were specific times when you had to take things more seriously and this was definitely one of those times. He’d probably have to spend the entire class period watching @Dax Gordon to make sure he didn’t get himself killed.

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Clayton Stagg

clayton stagg

SLYTHERIN 4TH YEAR ● CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES RETAKE LESSON 5WC 61

 

A field trip was father exhausting, as three separate classes were holding some this week for Clayton. While normally it was nice to have a break from the classroom every once in a while, it was difficult with so much going on at once. Clayton always had to keep his best behaviour on when he was with his class in public.

 

 

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Ollie Celeste

Ollie Celeste

Ravenclaw, Third

Attendance + EC1

204 words

 

Given she would most definitely get lost at some point on the trip, Ollie took the map gratefully (but not too gratefully because she was still not Qin’s biggest fan and she knew how to hold a grudge.)

 

The man before them, however, made Professor Qin look like Miss Honey. “Yo, what’s your damage?” She asked, not able to catch herself from asking him in time. Manners didn’t cost a thing! But calling out someone’s lack of manners might cost her some physical health if they decided to retaliate. Ollie couldn’t help but get Kimber vibes from the head of the sanctuary and instinctively hid her kneecaps, just to be safe.

 

Though her attitude wasn’t exactly the most stellar, at least Ollie was nice. She hated being around people like Mr Lloyd who were constantly looking to unleash a sharp and uncalled for comment or to needlessly throw their weight around. Especially when he was acting hard, as a full grown adult, around thirteen year olds. Deciding to take a tour of her own to avoid him, Ollie looked down at her map and set off.

 

How hard could it be to work her way around a hippogriff sanctuary?

 

Apparently, it was rather hard.

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Seraphine Faust

Seraphine Faust

Ravenclaw Third Year

Word Count 61

 

Seraphine wondered if they were supposed to be able to hear Ms. Norwood or if part of the lesson was figuring out what she said. The Ravenclaw tried to squeeze herself closer to the front to catch more information but she was met with a few shoves from her classmates. Maybe she could ask the quiet woman to repeat everything later…

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Dax Gordon

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s l y t h e r i n || t h i r d y e a r

 l e s s o n f i v e || 82 w c

 

Man, glorified chickens. How cool. How amazing. How...Not fun enough. Maybe if they got to, like, ride them around or take them into battle or do something worthwhile; instead, they just got a lecture from some rude dude with zero chill and had to play nice. Dax slouched around after Fletch, hands deep in his pockets and scowl in place for the entire trip, doing more of nothing. It was like Qin didn't even want them to have fun in this class.

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Kieran Wells

Kieran Wells

Slytherin

3rd year

Lesson 5  - 109 words

 

The excitement for a hippogriff sanctuary had quicky faded away when they had learned what they had been through. Kieran wasn’t bold enough to be a jerk when they were guests of a place and had to listen to some lecture. Not like he would even be tempted by the way the owner looked. Yikes. That was someone he would not want to get angry. Which sounded like effort he wouldn’t even put forth in the first place.

 

He felt bad for each of them as Lucy described what had happened to each of them. Poor things. Kieran felt anger that someone would do such things to innocent creatures.  

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Juan Garcia
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Hippogriffs! Juan’s eyes were wide as he tried to take it all in. These giant bird-horse things were so cool! All Juan wanted to do was go up to them all and hug them, but he doubted any of them were friendly enough to do that too. Sableplume wasn’t, back at school, and Juan had never really made much of an effort to try and get to know the bird-horse, so he kinda doubted these would be much nicer to a stranger.

 

Hearing from their lecturers about the usage of hippogriff talons in potions, Juan was suddenly curious about the kinds of potions that would require them. He figured it’d be dangerous to rip the talons off of this creature, but lucrative. So those potions must be pretty rare, expensive, and difficult. Could HE do something like that? The potion-brewing! Not the hunting.

 

Juan followed along with Ms. Norwood, a bit upset he couldn’t hear her well until he saw the lone hippogriff. He pushed his way to the front to hear her explain about that one but she didn’t really say much on him other than that he was just a bit antisocial, except with Mr. Lloyd. Ugh, boring.

 

The only one of the hippogriffs they actually visited that interested Juan was the one that wanted to snuggle, Honora. Old. He wanted to hug her.

Edited by Juan Garcia

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