Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2014 0:09:13 GMT
Rubeus Hagrid was getting on in years, there was no question about that. The eleven foot tall half-giant's skin had gotten a bit wrinkled and his long hair and beard had gone from black to gray to a beautiful white. His walk was a bit slower and he needed to rest a bit more than before, but let it be known to any who questioned that Hagrid was still very good at his job. He was also still as beloved by many of the students at Hogwarts as he was in the days when he aided in the growth and well-being of one Harry Potter. And finally, he was still as good a friend to both magical and non-magical creatures as he ever was.That morning, he was out and about in the forest with his boarhound Sniffer. Sniffer appeared so much like his old beloved Fang. He acted much the same too, very docile and very loyal. He enjoyed the forest walks with Sniffer, though today's walk was not a casual one to get a whiff of the fresh winter air.
Today he had a bit of a mission. A hippogriff had landed too fast and was caught in some nasty vines. And when he approached the beautiful beast, Hagrid of course knew the creature's name and just about everything else about him. The reason Hagrid knew the name was because he named it himself.
"Now Boldfeather," he said as he took out his umbrella. In it was hidden his wand. "This is the third time I've had to get you out of this fix, it is. You might want to try looking where you're goin' now and again when you descend." Hagrid's voice was one of gentle discipline. He would never speak harshly to a hippogriff. Not only was it unwise, but it was just not in Hagrid's kind nature. A little spell and Boldfeather was released. Hagird stroked the creature's head to comfort him. "Now that's a fella, that's a fella."
Today he had a bit of a mission. A hippogriff had landed too fast and was caught in some nasty vines. And when he approached the beautiful beast, Hagrid of course knew the creature's name and just about everything else about him. The reason Hagrid knew the name was because he named it himself.
"Now Boldfeather," he said as he took out his umbrella. In it was hidden his wand. "This is the third time I've had to get you out of this fix, it is. You might want to try looking where you're goin' now and again when you descend." Hagrid's voice was one of gentle discipline. He would never speak harshly to a hippogriff. Not only was it unwise, but it was just not in Hagrid's kind nature. A little spell and Boldfeather was released. Hagird stroked the creature's head to comfort him. "Now that's a fella, that's a fella."
