Impatience → Fawn Fleetwood

[Charlotte Lebeau]

Charlotte was late, as usual. In fact, a few of her fellow Ravenclaws were surprised to see her rushing down the sloping hill at all, that afternoon, as it was customary for her to decide that showing up to class wasn't worth her time at all. But, there she was, 105 pounds of blonde fury, racing across the lawn toward the fifth period Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Even more surprisingly, in her hand was a bunched up sheet of parchment with a gold headmaster's seal on it. She had a late slip. An actual excuse for her tardiness. Professor Larkin looked as though he may faint out of shock.

"Sorry I'm late." Charlotte said breathlessly as she approached the group, her scamper having turned into an exhausted shuffle. The sugar-highs that she was often running on from irresponsible amounts of candy in her system were great - but they always had big crashes waiting for her at the end of the rainbow. 

"Are you?" Larkin asked with a smirk, as he took the parchment from her hand & carefully unfolded it. He wouldn't put it past her to make or purchase a forgery of the document, but something about the proud look on her face made him think that this was the real deal. She wouldn't be so smug about a fake, she wasn't that good of a liar, especially not to him - her uncle. 

"No, not at all." she answered honestly, being rewarded with a few chuckles from some of her Ravenclaw classmates, who were clearly just relieved that her lateness was properly excused - now they wouldn't lose any more house points on her name. 

Waving her dismissively with one hand toward the rest of the class, Larkin's stormy eyes scanned over the paper before he refolded it & tucked it into his pocket, deciding that everything was in order.

"As I was saying," he continued where he'd left off, when Charlotte had arrived. "Many non-magical creatures can sense when there is danger, especially that concerning their owner. For example, can anyone recall what was written on their supplies-list that came with their acceptance letter. Think back, now, I know it was 6 years ago." He scanned over the crowd of students that were standing in a messy semi-circle around him, one eyebrow raised curiously.

[Fawn Fleetwood]

Fawn couldn't help but huff out a small laugh at Charlotte's response to Larkin and to avoid getting into any trouble he pressed the back of his wrist to his mouth to stifle it, the smirk still apparent on his face as he continued to watch the encounter between student and professor.

He stepped aside, folding his hands neatly into each other and holding his arms firmly behind his back in a rather formal sort of position as he allowed space in the circle for Charlotte to join the rest of her class, his eyes wandered the length of her body shamelessly for a moment before he decided to turn his attention, or at least some of it, back to his professor.

Fawn's eyes narrowed slightly, his brow furrowed in concentration as he attempted to come up with an answer for the question presented to the class, it hadn't been six years for Fawn, he'd transfered just a few years ago and thought, surely he should be able to remember. He wondered if anybody else though the same but didn't dwell on it for much longer, too motivated to find the solution.

[Charlotte Lebeau]

As usual, it was a Ravenclaw that first raised their hand - not necessarily because their house proved more intelligent than the Hufflepuff one, but because book-smarts, remembering the written word, & memory in general was a usual strong-suit of the Ravenclaw. Charlotte sometimes found herself wondering if she'd have been happier in Hufflepuff house, where teamwork & friendship were quite strong, instead of Ravenclaw, where most of the students preferred to work alone. It made her lonely, sometimes, not that she'd ever admit it, though she wasn't sure that she'd make friends any easier in a different house. She wasn't particularly well-liked by any of them.

"An owl, bat, or toad." the Ravenclaw boy answered, adjusting the spectacles resting on the bridge of his nose. "At least, those are a few of the options. Others include cats, snakes, other birds, & the like. Anything that can't kill another student, usually." 

"Correct. In fact, more than. Several of the students at this school own pets that are normally quite deadly, but have been genetically or otherwise modified to make them a little more docile. Any examples?"

Charlotte, surprisingly, raised her hand this time. Without waiting to be called on, she spoke immediately. "Milking the venom from poisonous snakes." 

Larkin's face took on an amused expression & he said fondly, "You'd know about that, wouldn't you? In fact, I'm sure that many of you who have crossed the path of an angered Slytherin student can thank the Ministry of Magic's regulations for your lives, to this day." he nodded to a Hufflepuff boy standing not far from both Charlotte & Fawn. "Who's snake was that, young man?"

The boy stepped forward, blushing, embarrassed, & scratched at an angry-looking bite on his neck. "Lestrange's, sir." he stuttered, retreating almost immediately. Charlotte gave the boy a sympathetic look before turning her attention back to Larkin curiously.

"Yes well, you know what they say about women scorned. Now. Pair up. The animals that I am about to show you are not particularly rare, but I don't have many of them on-hand. Not enough to go around, at least." As some of the students began to pair off, Larkin set about un-cloaking a few large cages that were stacked together on the ground behind him.

[Fawn Fleetwood]

Fawn resisted a sigh when he was too late to answer the question, he should have known better than to challenge a Ravenclaw, they'd hit the nail right on the head as soon as they'd open their mouth, Fawn's answer wouldn't have been nearly as well constructed he thought to himself.

He scratched at his rough jaw before folding his arms in front of him, listening to the professor continue. His arm flinched but for once, his reflexes had failed him, Charlotte was already answering the question that Fawn had planned on solving himself. He scrunched up his nose a little in distaste, his upper lip curling into a rather poor snarl, disappointed in himself.

Fawn laughed a little in a humorless sort of manner, it wasn't untrue, he knew of plenty of Slytherine's who thought they could get away with anything and rarely hesitated in their attempts. Fawn turned slightly on his heel, looking over his shoulder at the boy being addressed. He felt bad for the kid, he wished he could have been there when the snake had attacked, Fawn was very much protective over his fellow Hufflepuff's and surely would have had something to say about it all if he'd had the opportunity. He shot the Hufflepuff an understanding look and a soft reassuring smile before turning back to Larkin and listening intently.

He chuckled softly at Larkin's comment before folding his arms against his chest once again and looking for a partner. "Hey" he said softly to Charlotte "Wanna pair up?" he suggested with an eyebrow raised curiously.

[Charlotte Lebeau]

Charlotte turned to Fawn, eyebrows shooting up in surprise as he addressed her. As cliche as it sounded, she was definitely one of those 'picked last' sort of girls, & having someone, especially a boy, address her first, usually meant that someone was setting up some sort of prank or joke at her expense.

"Did someone ask you to pick me?" she asked him, eyes narrowed in defensive suspicion, fixed on his face to hunt down any hint of a lie on his features, before they darted around curiously to see if anyone nearby was watching her for a reaction. Larkin was busying himself with the cages & didn't see or hear any part of this, which left the blonde on her own to protect herself.

[Fawn Fleetwood]

Fawn's eyebrows lifted, his tongue poking out slightly and a dumb expression on his face when Charlotte questioned him so suspiciously "Uh, no but you're standing right next to me and unless I'm mistaken...you don't appear to have a partner yet" he commented, narrowing his eyebrows slightly, wondering why it was that she had assumed she was being set up. He wondered if it was his own reputation, perhaps Ravenclaws thought differently about Fawn to other students, he couldn't be sure. He hoped this wasn't the case, that it was simply Charlotte's own insecurities that had her wondering why the Hufflepuff quidditch captain was asking her to pair up with him.

His expression softened, he wished he'd worded himself a little better in answering her question, the last thing he wanted to do was come off as a jerk. "I'm Fawn" he said more politely, offering her a hand shake, adjusting his posture, making his body language a little more welcoming, a warm smile forming on his face.

[Charlotte Lebeau]

She softened, but only slightly. 

"I know." she replied, but took his hand anyway without offering her own name. Everyone knew who she was, but not necessarily for the same reasons that people may have known who he was. Her reputation was not a sparkling one. 

She watched him carefully for another moment before clearing her throat & deciding that it was safe enough. He seemed friendly, sure, but she'd definitely keep her guard up in case he tried anything. "And you're right, I don't have a partner. We can pair up." she answered him properly, now, glancing up sharply when one of the nearby Hufflepuff girls shrieked. 

"OHMYGOSH, PUPPIES!!" 

Charlotte groaned softly - clearly she'd had enough exposure to these things at home. Larkin approached her & Fawn, giving Fawn a curious once over - he was a little protective of his niece, but unlike her, he didn't judge people before they had a chance to do any wrong. "Here." he upended the last cage in front of them, Charlotte's hand shooting out just in time to grab the thing before it hit the grass at their feet.

"These are Derpies. Do not let it out of your sight." he said sternly, glancing around the semi-circle again. "They are a genetic mutation of my own, a hybrid of Pygmies, Pomeranian dogs, & another secret ingredient." Charlotte held the small ball of fluff in her open hands, letting it roll around & sort itself out before it lifted it's head properly, another little fluff-ball attached to the larger ball that was it's body, & watched the pair of them through large, black eyes. It was so adorable that it was sickening.