Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2014 15:18:53 GMT
Hagrid was sitting in his hut and enjoying a nice tea. Yes, even one as wild and unrefined as Hagrid enjoyed a good tea. However, he had a far larger cup for it than most who enjoyed tea time. He had just done a great deal of prep work on the grounds for the long and cold upcoming winter, and planned to do some more later on in the evening. From there, he would go out into the woods and check on his creature friends. The Hippogriff Boldfeather had been ill and Hagrid needed to check and make sure the potion he brewed up was working well. A typical day for the Half-Giant. And of course he'd probably pop into the Hogs Head in the evening for a few ales and a few more laughs with the patrons there. The Hogs Head was always a bit rougher than the Three Broomsticks as far as who came in, but that didn't mean everyone in there was rough themselves.
But for not, he was just resting a bit and having his tea. At his age, resting was far more welcomed than it used to be. He sat and watched his Boarhound Sniffer as the dismal dog lied in the corner eating his lunch. The dog looked at Hagrid, then looked toward the door and whimpered.
"Ya hang about in here far too much now, ya know that, ya old coward?" he said, his voice not at all angry though. Hagrid rarely had an angry voice. "You need to get out and get some proper exercise, you do. Can't let them little ole badgers bother ya forever." The last time the two walked together, Sniffer had decided to explore a badger hole and the results were not good. Ever since the Boarhound had added badgers to his list of phobias.
But for not, he was just resting a bit and having his tea. At his age, resting was far more welcomed than it used to be. He sat and watched his Boarhound Sniffer as the dismal dog lied in the corner eating his lunch. The dog looked at Hagrid, then looked toward the door and whimpered.
"Ya hang about in here far too much now, ya know that, ya old coward?" he said, his voice not at all angry though. Hagrid rarely had an angry voice. "You need to get out and get some proper exercise, you do. Can't let them little ole badgers bother ya forever." The last time the two walked together, Sniffer had decided to explore a badger hole and the results were not good. Ever since the Boarhound had added badgers to his list of phobias.
