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Puddlemere United Chaser
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Post by Catherine Prince on Feb 25, 2024 12:48:09 GMT -8
Quidditch kept Catherine pretty busy these days. The girl worked hard at bettering herself and making sure she was an asset to the team. She woke up real early in the morning, ate a hearty breakfast, and went to the stadium to start training. First it was strength training. Caty would workout until her limbs were tired, but she didn't stop there. Next was endurance. The blonde would run until she tired and then she'd get on her broom and run her drills. She did this often throughout the week, on top of their nearly daily practices, and she was itching for some kind of a break. Her cauldron had been empty for entirely too long, but her mind was wiped by the end of the day and she had no idea what she should brew. She had a big stash of potions she had brewed before the Quidditch season started and she had brewed everything at least three times already. The weekend before her next match, Catherine gave herself a break and that's when she got the bright idea to try to brew something of her own.
Experimenting with potions was dangerous and could very easily go wrong and Caty certainly couldn't afford to be holed up in St. Mungo's because of a potion mishap. She wasn't even sure what she wanted to try to brew, but she knew that she wanted to do it anyway. So, after a night's consideration, Catherine sent an owl to her former Potion professor to ask for some advice. They had arranged to meet at the Three Broomsticks after her next match during Hogsmeade Weekend. It was the perfect time. Her mind would be cleared after the rest she got and the Broomsticks would be so crowded with students and noise that no one would overhear their conversation.
Puddlemere celebrated their victory against Ballycastle with a party, but Caty went home early to get some sleep. Her teammates were quite surprised to see the life of the party head out early, but she wanted to make sure she was in the right headspace to talk to Professor Gauthier tomorrow. When she woke the next morning, she felt sore, but rested. Caty dressed herself casually and headed to Hogsmeade around eleven o'clock. She landed with a CRACK just outside the village and started to make her way to the popular inn. When she entered, she was greeted to a cacophony of students mingling. Her hazel gaze scanned the room and landed on a familiar head of platinum hair sitting by himself in the corner booth. A soft smile touched her lips and she made her way over, sliding into the booth with ease. "Thanks for meeting me," she said in greeting. "I hope I'm not disrupting your plans for today."
Mael Gauthier
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POTIONS PROFESSOR
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Post by Mael Gauthier on Feb 29, 2024 1:22:31 GMT -8
In the summer months, he spent many hours down in the basement, but recent circumstances had dictated he become refamiliarized with the space as of late. Mael's days were spent torn between doing his job as a Hogwarts Professor and keeping someone precious to him alive. After what felt like an eternity without sleep, he'd finally been forced to get eight hours, even if it had been fitful. When he had awoken the next day, he'd received an owl from a former student. Catherine Prince had requested he meet her. While he was feeling reluctant about breaking his current routine for the sake of providing advice to a former student, Mael had promised to be there at the Three Broomsticks.
He found himself a seat in a corner booth, his expression blank as students milled about enjoying their Hogsmeade Weekend. Whatever antics they may have been up to went unnoticed by him. Prince arrived, and Mael offered up a smile in greeting. "Anytime," he answered lightly when she thanked him. Any other day he'd have been ecstatic. Today was not one of those days. He shook his head when she spoke of not disrupting plans. "You're fine. How have you been," he asked, casually changing the topic. He would have liked to get straight to the point, but he wasn't in the business of rushing people.
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