Order Only: Private message to Pansy

[alt_sally_anne]

So, here's what comes of taking Care of Magical Creatures for a NEWT: I'm at Snowdonia. Helping clear out a pit of enormous rotting carcasses of dragons and who-knows-what-else (we're trying to salvage things like dragonhide and heartstring).

While possibly being stalked by furious, homicidal centaurs Professor Macnair just set loose. (We're not sure if there are any centaur bodies in here. If there are, we're not sure whether the centaurs will care. If they do care, we're not sure whether they'll mention that to us or just kill us on sight.)

Also, there are boggarts roaming around. Ron was after them, but if I see an acromantula roaming around it's PROBABLY a boggart menacing Ron and not an actual acromantula though who knows given that it's Snowdonia.

Don't you wish you'd stuck with Creatures?

Comments

[alt_pansy]

Ooooooh. Sounds absolutely delightful.

It's a good thing you have access to the Prefect's bath when you get back.

[alt_sally_anne]

Yeah, after this I definitely deserve every sort of bubbles that exist and probably some that don't!

[alt_pansy]

You most certainly do. I'll have to invent some new ones.

[alt_sally_anne]

I decided to wait until morning for my bath, I was so tired when I got back, and now I'm sorry I didn't bathe right away because I feel completely DISGUSTING. I ought to leave an apology note for the elves who clean up after me.

But, we brought home loads of useful things.

And not only did the centaurs not end up attacking us, when they realised we were willing to make it possible for them to retrieve the centaur bodies while not touching them ourselves, they actually watched our back, which turned out to be a really good thing when the tiger showed up. (Did you know Snowdonia had tigers? Just regular tigers, but actually it turns out those are at LEAST as dangerous as some of the magical creatures.)

[alt_pansy]

You were attacked by a tiger, and a centaur protected you?

I mean, come on, you've got to admit that'll make a really great story once you forget what everything smelled like.

[alt_sally_anne]

It didn't smell quite as bad as you'd expect? I mean, they'd used some sort of preservation spell on most of the bodies, because here's the thing, they did know dragonhide was valuable and someone was planning to skin them and sell the stuff one of these days, I think.

Mind you, the person who cast the preservation spell wasn't terribly good at it.

This morning, though: yeah, the stuff that came away with me on my clothing didn't bring the preservation spell with it.

[alt_pansy]

An apology note is definitely in order, then.

[alt_sally_anne]

(Okay, maybe 'decided' is overstating things. I sort of remember thinking that I would just lie down for two minutes before I went to clean myself up. I did kick off my shoes, at least.)