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Professor of Care of Magical Creatures
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Post by Elsie Greer on Feb 17, 2024 15:13:12 GMT -8
The Leaky Cauldron | Early Monday Morning It was barely Monday. The clock had crept forward, a few minutes past midnight, reminding Elsie there were obligations to be had in the morning. But the empty pint and the collection of shot glasses Elsie collected at her table didn't indicate anything good for her early morning class. Poppy Carmichael's multiple proclamations that she was an alcoholic were incorrect-- but a little self medicating was needed for the woman to make it through the next week of classes and mundanity. There were too many memories tied to that mountain that she wanted to forget. She'd pushed herself too far-- and despite limited success, there was still much to be done about it. Not just the Swooping Shadow and how it would need to be classified and dealt with not only in the UK and with the Ministry of Magic, but internationally-- no, Elsie's self pity party extended beyond the mere worry of a magical creatures execution. That mountain was stained red and always would be-- and it was blood she saw on her hand, staining the cracks and crevices of her fingers. Real or not, she would forever live with the guilt of that night on the mountain. How many people had bene killed on the mountain because she was too much of a coward not to deal with the Swooping Shadow herself? She'd spent two years trying to get over the grief of Dev, only to realize the death toll was far greater than one.
"Fuck..." She coughed out, a smile painted on her face as she pushed herself up from the booth she'd tucked herself away at. Stumbling to the bar, a hand pressed against the cool wood. "Another pint, please." She asked, raising one hand to get the attention of the bar tender. The Leaky Cauldron was almost completely empty, with a few conversations tucked away out of sight happening. Elsie was really the only one still getting drinks at this point. "Miss, I can't serve you anymore." The bartender responded, an apologetic look washing over his face. He could tell she really needed it, but Elsie was pissed off her rocker. Anymore might send her to hospital with alcohol poisoning. "Bollocks..." She clicked her tongue, waving her hand dismissively at the young bartender. Were there any shops open that would sell alcohol? She knew she had a few bottles of wine back at home but... mixing alcohol sounded like she'd be cancelling class and having a "sick day". Merlin, she felt pathetic. Stumbling against one of the central support beams, the woman muttered an apology before realizing she'd simply bumped into an inanimate object. She stared at it for a moment, considering, before resting her forehead against the wooden beam, a heavy sigh brushing past her lips. What was she going to do with herself?
Mael Gauthier Inspired in part by Elsie's weekend adventures and this song. Blood Upon The Snow.
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POTIONS PROFESSOR
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BLAKE
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Post by Mael Gauthier on Feb 20, 2024 3:05:37 GMT -8
Mael had been up most of the night, but unlike his friend Elsie, he was not drinking away his sorrows. He'd been busy researching and brewing, trying to figure out a way to beat death. He was trying to find a way to save Adrian's life. Wiley was doing everything she could to make sense of the scrolls; as she was Curse Breaker. Mael was doing what he did best, make Potions. He needed a clear head to do that, and alcohol was not the answer. Eventually, exhaustion had dragged him into the depths of sleep an hour before midnight. He hadn't been getting much lately, but he was doing his best to stay functioning. He had to teach through the weekdays. His students deserved just as much of his attention as Adrian, but he'd really considered requesting they find a substitute for the time being. Every time he left Adrian's side, his heart twisted. He was terrified that each time would be the last time.
It was the reason he became thoroughly frustrated when a message came through the floo. Mael had just managed to fall asleep when the voice of the Leaky Cauldron employee came through. Mael had considered ignoring the voice that was calling out to him, but at this hour, it had to be an emergency. He peeled himself away from the warmth of Adrian and padded barefoot through the living room. "Surely this can wait until proper morning hours," he commented, voice thick with sleep. Mael's frustrations faded as the situation was explained to him. Elsie was in trouble. "Thanks, I'll be there shortly." He shuffled down to the basement to collect several potions from his stash. Heading back upstairs, he woke Adrian and waited for him to drink two of the potions he'd brought upstairs. It had taken a moment, as Adrian was sick of being fed potion after potion. Mael knew he was just as tired of fighting the curse. " I have to help another friend. I won't be long," he promised. Adrian mumbled something inaudible before falling asleep again. Mael dressed quickly and headed for the Leaky Cauldron.
Mael came through the door and looked around, finding Elsie talking to wooden beam. "Elsie," he said softly, walking up to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. "You didn't tell me you were going drinking," he playfully scolded her. He'd said nothing to anyone about the situation he was going through. He figured if he just kept quiet, everything would resolve itself and no one would ever have to known. "And a binder no less." He slipped an arm under her. "What's the matter El?" He was trying to gently guide her away from the beam and towards a seat. He didn't think it best to apparate with her in this state.
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