(Forest) Not up to anything...at all

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

Wrapped his cloak tighter about himself, Fagin had a coarse brown cloak draped over his shoulders as he stuffed his hands deeper into his large pockets, the biting wind tore through him, channelled by the trees about him. Back pressed up against one sturdy oak his eyes darted about suspiciously underneath their bushy arched eyebrows. Stamping his feet in a vain attempt to warm himself he cupped his hands then blew hot air into them, rubbing them occasionally.

No whoever the note had been sent by, they weren't going to turn up afterall. He'd been completely taken aback when an owl had landing in his Kellogs cornflakes, he'd never grow used to such nonsense, a bird excreting in his bowl; disgusting, what was wrong with hand delivery through a postbox? That's what he wanted to know. Breaking the seal he'd his eyes had gradually drawn wider then steadily narrower as he read the contents. The paper had instantly been crumpled; screwed up completely then stuffed into a pocket to be thrown into the fire later, the words spelling his potential doom had soured his humour completely. Supposedly somebody knew his little secret, they had mentioned specifics so perhaps he was still in the clear afterall, as far as he knew only one man knew of it, and he had sworn on his honour he wouldn't breath a word to a soul, against his better judgement it seemed Fagin had believed the Headmaster. He guessed he'd also let slip his secret when particularly inebriated, his drinking partners were likely to know then, Daniel Hubbles first and foremost then, but he didn't seem the type to blackmail a man, perhaps Fagin was wrong, as he so often was.

Grumbling execrations he gave up the wait, for the letter had called for a meeting, but it seemed whoever it was wasn't going to show; how rude, though really he should have been thankful, his anger simmered though as he tried to quell it. Casting one last glance about Fagin gave up with a sigh then pushed himself off the tree and headed back along the path, his eyes swivelling all about in nervousness, he detested the forest, it gave him the creeps and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end; that was never a good sign...

[maura]

Kasey's nose twitched slightly as she moved further into the forest. This was one of the only times she could stretch her legs in her animagus form, without anyone knowing it was her anyway. There was a lot of strange things in this forest, no one would suspect a fox.

Her ears pricked forward as she heard the rustle of someone nearby. Who would be out at this hour? Well, besides her. Curious, the little fox trotted further toward the noise, her ears forward. Her nose twitched again. A teacher? Yes, it was the muggle studies teacher, Professor Fagin. What was he doing out here?

Taking the cover of a nearby tree, Kasey poked her head out slightly. She was curious as to why he was here, and was in no hurry to returning to her dorm. None of the teachers would miss her, so she could sit here and watch him for a while. Maybe even get a show.

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

Hearing nightly noises all about; the screech of an owl in his ear, and the chatter of squirrels strangely enough, insects crunched underfoot as he trotted along the path. Moonlight glinted off of spiders webs intertwined between branches, drawing his eye. A fox's scream made him jump out of his skin and twirl on the spot to shake his fist in its direction, damned near human scream, they scared the wits out of him. Twiddling his scarf anxiously about his neck he kept a steady pace but found his breathing was getting heavier so immediately had to slow, curse his old age, he did sorely wish for young legs once more, but those wishes were wasted so he cast them remorselessly aside as false hopes.

Jumping at nearly each sound he believed them all unearthly and he now literally shook as he struggled onwards, he'd heard fell rumours about this damned forest, haunted, but worse very magical indeed, and that spelt doom to one such as he, but he kept moving as quickly as he could.

He'd never had good experiences in forests that's why he was so on edge, but this forest was just awful, all shadows seemed perilous he feared magical beings would wish to enslave his soul for all eternity, foolish fears maybe but they felt all to real to him here and now.

The path was barely more than a dirt track and was broken up with large tree roots coming to earth, it was one such fiend that tripped the teacher, and he fell headlong, landing face down in the dirt, his face narrowly missing a particularly grimy looking puddle. "Bugger," he muttered feeling rather winded and deciding to just lie prone a moment. Arising he continued on his way brushing what dirt he could from off of his coat; he was still a way from the school, anything could happen...

[Prof Octavious Everritt]

Addis had been walking through the forest, the nights rain having dampening his spirits, no pun intended. He had shifted his form to his tiger animagus form several times, the senses of the tiger always a thrill for him as he stalked through the shadows. He always keep his ears up, eyes alert and claws ready to lash out at any creature or Ministry official who got in his way.

Now, he was back in his human form, his face his own. He ran his hand over his chin and sighed, wanting to know of a spell safe enough to cast on himself so he didn't have to shave on a daily basis. His stubble was bristly and harsh under his hand, though with a hint of being ticklish. He lowered his hand and gripped his wand tightly as heard a voice near by. His eyes darted off in the direction of the voice as a smile appeared over his face. He knew that voice, Professor Fagin.

He immediately ran off, leaping into the nearest tree and walking carefully along the larger branches, creeping quietly as he peered down and saw his fellow Professor. He had never spoken to the Muggle Studies professor, but he knew that the man was an incredible drinker and always spoke the truth, regardless of what the topic was.

He peered carefully down and shifted his form into his tiger animagus form, landing on his feet and stood there, watching Fagin carefully. He wondered if Fagin had heard of the stories that the "Ghost That Walks", and he wondered if the professor believed them.

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

Fagin was obviously blind as well as stupid; as he failed to notice the tiger landing three yards away, it wasn't as if he had the best camoflage either, though he trod softly so Fagin couldn't really be expected to hear him; given his old age too. Though in truth Fagin had pretty good hearing as he'd always had to listen out for whisperers in his class; he'd found a fair few in his time too, and come down upon them like a ton of bricks like they so richly deserved.

So Fagin just continued onwards oblivious to any animagi wandering about, not that he'd ever had the opportunity of meeting one first hand; he'd probably jump out of his skin if he did. He was nervous enough as it was, without the increasing proximity of the nightly noises, he could swear the creatures, if not monsters, were following him, so again he doubled his pace, striving through his difficulty breathing, he now desperately wished to be safely tucked within his double bed, or even just wedged into his armchair with a blanket draped over his knees, then he really would look and feel an old man.

As a far off dried twig snapped loudly underfoot, Fagin twirled around, hands balled into fists and a prominent scowl seen clearly and amplified in the shimmering moonlight that illuminated his face. "Next time I'll bring a bodyguard," he muttered to himself half wishing he'd brought some hapless kid along for detention, at least that way he'd have someone to shout at to hide his fear. At least he wasn't quivering like a leaf though, pulling his cloak about him as tight as it would go he grumbled inaudibly to himself then continued his forced march.

[Sarie Thimble]

Sarie heard a faint dripping noise. The one you hear when the water wasn't turn off all the way. There weren't any sinks in her dorm though so where did it come from. It had been raining when she fell a sleep so maybe some one left the window open and it was dripping off that. She got a surpise when a drop of water ran down her back. She jumped the tripped over some thing the she was aware of a stinging pain in her right leg. She opened her eyes to her shock her leg was bruised and bleeding a little. She tired to move but the pain went all the way up her leg. She was stuck till some one came and found her. She knew what had happened but she wish it hadn't she was in trouble now injured in the forest in the middle of the night. She heard some thing coming.

It was a thestral it started licking her leg she had forgotten they ate raw meet. She loved thestrals but she didn't want to be eaten by one. After the leg stopped bleeding it stopped licking and lay down next to her which she thought was strange. She stroked its head she had finally found to just to look at.

[maura]

Kasey wrinkled her nose instantly at the smell from the tiger. Well, it seemed there was another animagus around, though this one seemed to stick out more than she. The little fox continued to follow the teacher, her dark fur hid her from sight. Well, this was getting more interesting than she first thought it would be.

Her ears twitched forward. Blood? Now where was that coming from. Kasey gave one glance to the teacher, then went off to see where the blood smell was coming from. She poked her head out from behind a nearby tree and almost squeaked in her surprise. A gryffidor?

With a sigh, Kasey shifted back to her normal self, and walked out from behind the tree. Her wand was tucked in her coat pocket and she bent down to inspect the girl. Kasey looked up slightly to a see thestral standing over the girl. Not many could see the creatures, as she knew, but it seemed both her and TuTu could. "You alright?" She looked back at the girl and reached in her pocket to get her wand.

[Sarie Thimble]

Sarie looked up to see a girl one of her fellow Gryffindor. "Yeah just fell. I'm fine and was just spending time with." She stroked the thestral again. She stood up and brushed herself off. "Why are you here?"