Sappy Ford Luvz « Thread Started on Oct 27, 2009, 10:52pm »
Dahlia makes her way back to her cottage after dinner and tea with Lacy and Giles. The sky is beginning to get dark, but Dahlia is still happily bumbling around the grounds around her cottage. The Forest is casting a dark shadow that reaches out towards her cottage ominously. Dahlia looks towards the trees periodically, seeming to be waiting for something.
In the mean time, Dahlia is carrying a large basket of animal food with her. There is a red fox following her around persistently, but she only throws it something to get it out from between her ankles. Dahlia stops at the weathered old work bench at the back of her cottage to prepare the feed for the animals in the pen.
The fox continues to pester her, until it notices the arrival of someone else. At that point the small creature disappears into some nearby bushes. Dahlia looks up, looking around, until she sees Ford. Dahlia smiles brightly at him.
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Re: Sappy Ford Luvz « Reply #1 on Oct 27, 2009, 11:24pm »
Ford returns her smile with one of his own- slightly less bright only because he’s not physically capable of being quite as cheerful as Dahlia- smiles. He looks forward to seeing her, and has been doing so more and more often, recently. Often enough that he’s starting to remember how to get here through the castle without getting lost every time. And he’s not terrified to walk down to her cottage when it’s not fully day out. Usually. Usually not terrified. But even slightly terrified some of the time, he does anyway, to see Dahlia.
Who… is quite cheerful as always. And holding food. This doesn’t surprise him, her being the Care of Magical Creatures professor, and just… Dahlia.
And… she’s being followed about, or she was, until he showed up. Ford glances at the bush as the fox disappears. “Was that a fox?” he asks after a moment, then eyes her basket. “I can carry that for you- if you want. Not that you can‘t carry it. Just. If you wanted me to, I can. To help.”
Re: Sappy Ford Luvz « Reply #2 on Oct 27, 2009, 11:33pm »
At that moment, as if Ford needed any more reason to be terrified, Truxton appears at the very edge of the Forest. The centaur is cloaked in darkness still, so only the foreign sounds of his voice reach Ford and Dahlia. Unphased, Dahlia turns to speak to Truxton, continuing to converse in whatever language it is that centaurs use.
"He still stutters." Truxton states.
"Leave him alone." Dahlia says as she takes a few steps towards the darkness. Truxton takes a step out. She rubs him, somewhere between where his human chest meets horse fur. Truxton moves away from her.
"You are done with him. You have the desire for Ford." Truxton states, still sounding plain.
Dahlia pokes Truxton pointedly. Although rarely showing any sense of humor, or anything besides ominousness, Truxton seems intent to get back at her for rubbing his stomach in front of Ford. He reaches down and rubs her stomach in a circular manner.
"When do we see the little Fords?" Truxton asks with a slight smirk. Dahlia slaps his hand away, blushing a little.
"Are you going to keep this one?" Truxton asks, sounding serious again.
"I don't even have him yet. Now get out of here, you're scaring him." Dahlia insists, pushing Truxton. The centaur turns back to the Forest and obliges, although the way that Dahlia continues to eye the treeline suggests she doesn't believe he has gone far.
Dahlia turns back to Ford now. "I'm sorry about him, but if you could take the basket that would be great."
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Re: Sappy Ford Luvz « Reply #3 on Oct 27, 2009, 11:59pm »
Left standing alone, Ford stares towards the forest and squinting a bit in the effort to see what he knows has to be Truxton, by the sound of the voice. Ford has met him a couple of times since their first meeting, and although he’s slowly accepting that there are such things as centaurs, Ford hasn’t moved past being mostly terrified that Truxton hates and wants to kill him. Possibly via trampling. That seems like the sort of thing a centaur would do to someone he wanted to kill.
But, fortunately, no trampling occurs this time. Dahlia just pokes at the centaur a bit, and he scowls some and they talk and Dahlia… is she blushing? Why would she be blushing? What could they possibly be talking about? He must be seeing things. It’s getting dark out, after all.
Finally, though, Truxton leaves, and Ford stares after him, trying to see if he’s really gone. Sometimes, Ford gets the feeling that the centaur is watching them when they’re near the forest (or in it). Is that paranoia? It could be paranoia. But he wouldn’t know. Wizards don’t seem to have a concept of psychology (aside from that one guy), although after having been in this school for a while, Ford is starting to think that they really, really should get on that.
But, at least Dahlia wants him to carry the basket for her. He can be helpful. Ford does try to be helpful, when he can. To make up for asking questions incessantly and just generally following Dahlia around like a puppy. Or a fox or a unicorn or a centaur or all the other mythical creatures that follow her about. Trying a smile despite his slight paranoia, Ford takes the basket from her. “He’s all right,” he says. “He’s not angry I’m here, is he? He looked angry. Then again he always seems sort of angry, I mean, not that I see him often, maybe it’s just me. Which would be worse, since I don‘t really want to make him angry, him being your… friend. And all.” Friend? Family? Ford doesn’t really know what to call Truxton.
Re: Sappy Ford Luvz « Reply #4 on Oct 28, 2009, 12:09am »
Dahlia smiles at Ford as she finishes placing items in her basket. She can only imagine how confused he must be. She remembers being very confused when it was her time to come to Hogwarts. Even the first year children raised in wizarding society are confused. Ford has lived an entirely different life up until now, she can imagine the kind of adjusting he must be doing.
"Truxton likes you." Dahlia assures Ford. "He always sounds that way, it's kind of a centaur thing. But he does like you."
Dahlia hops off the stool that was allowing her to work at her workbench. She lands softly on the ground before turning and handing the basket to Ford. It has a variety of food items in it, it seems that she is making the evening rounds. A small scurry can be heard once Ford is in possession of the basket. It would seem the fox still intends to keep an eye on this buffet of food.
Another visitor comes their way, before Dahlia and Ford can continue much past the cottage. Wand lit, Dorian comes around the side of the cottage. He and Dahlia look at each other somewhat awkwardly. Ford gets a slight look from Dorian before the man points in the cottage. Dahlia just nods, smiling awkwardly. Dorian walks away, going in through the front of the house, gathering his things, and leaving. Dahlia doesn't bother waiting to see Dorian off, as soon as she nods to him she is ready to continue away with Ford.
"There is something else I might need your help with too, but it depends on how ornery she's being. I won't ask you for help if she's in a biting mood." Dahlia explains, although she leaves out what the task is and who the she is. Once Ford and Dahlia are heading to the second small structure where the long term animals are housed Dahlia is smiling pleasantly again.
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Re: Sappy Ford Luvz « Reply #5 on Oct 28, 2009, 12:39am »
“Oh,” Ford says, surprised to hear that Truxton likes him. “That’s- well that’s good.” He wonders briefly how Truxton acts towards people he doesn’t like, if that’s the case.
He takes the basket from her when she hands it over, following her as he tends to do. And if he didn’t follow her, he’d get lost. There is that. And when he does… well, a minute later, he is glad to have followed her. Or… not glad, he’s not sure, actually, what the hell is going on. Ford watches as Dorian appears, shares what has to be the most awkward moment Ford has ever been party to with Dahlia, and then sends him a glance. A glance from Dorian, Ford has gathered, means something, because the man is more apathetic than most of Ford’s students, and really, muggle studies gets a lot of apathetic students.
Feeling highly out of place, and severely awkward, Ford watches as Dorian disappears into the cottage. Afterwards, Dahlia just… continues on, as though nothing had happened, without saying a word to Dorian. Her boyfriend. They hadn’t even spoken, and that was… really… really awkward.
Needless to say, Ford is at a complete loss. But really, he’s getting quite used to feeling that way, and so a minute later trails after her, so distracted by what he’d just witnessed that he barely notices she’s talking about needing help with “her,” whoever she is, and something about- whoa, biting? “A, uh, a biting mood, you say?” That sounds horrendously dangerous.
Re: Sappy Ford Luvz « Reply #6 on Oct 28, 2009, 12:46am »
Dahlia continues leading Ford until they are in the second cottage. They enter the main area that acts as a classroom when Dahlia isn't holding class outdoors. She moves to the rooms behind this main room, stopping in front of the housing of a very large, rather annoyed looking, black bird. Dahlia eyes the bird, it seems to do the same in return.
"She's been laying dozens of eggs, I'm not sure what she's trying to accomplish by herself." Dahlia explains. She picks up a large pair of what look similar to welding gloves that had been hanging next to the bird's cage. Dahlia puts them on and looks at the bird again.
"She eats this." Dahlia says, gesturing to a slab of meat on the basket.
"Could you distract her for me? She won't bite you if you're feeding her." Dahlia assures him. "I just can't feed her and get the eggs at the same time."
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Re: Sappy Ford Luvz « Reply #7 on Oct 28, 2009, 3:06pm »
“Sure, of course,” Ford says with much more certainty than he’s actually feeling, looking at that… bird. Is that the same bird thing from before? He can’t tell. He’s starting to recognize some things, species of things, but telling on from the other is a bit much to ask yet.
She won’t bite him if he’s feeding her, Dahlia says. Ford believes her. He just really isn’t sure he particularly wants to go near that thing. The bird looks severely unhappy to see him. Hell, it looks unhappy to see Dahlia. That’s not a good sign.
But… he’ll do as asked. If she says he’ll be okay, then Ford trusts her. He’s not a coward, as much as it might look like he is. He just takes longer than most people around here to understand what the hell is going on around him. He can’t judge the danger of a situation as well as people who are used to wizarding things, so he has to be extra cautious.
Still, Dahlia looks quite okay with this bird, whether it tends to bite people or not, and so Ford does as asked, waiting for Dahlia to start moving closer, then following her, brandishing the meat. What the hell kind of bird eats meat?
Re: Sappy Ford Luvz « Reply #8 on Oct 28, 2009, 5:05pm »
Dahlia enters the enclosed area where the large bird is perched. She leads the way in, knowing very well that Ford will be apprehensive about this. Even the students who are raised in wizarding society are apprehensive about some of the creatures. Dahlia seems perfectly happy to stick her hands under the bird, despite the fact that the angered creature begins biting at her knuckles through the gloves. However, she is distracted by the fresh meat being held out tentatively by Ford.
Once the large bird is distracted Dahlia makes quick work of stealing the unfertilized eggs out from underneath it. She puts them in the basket then gestures to Ford that they can leave now. Once outside Dahlia hangs the gloves again and looks to see the red fox waiting a few feet down the hall, staring intently at them.
"Do you want to see something funny?" Dahlia asks Ford with a cute smile.
Reaching into the basket, Dahlia takes out one of the large eggs. They are about the size of grapefruits, which is about two or three times the size of the fox's head. She holds it out and the fox jumps to attention, but it won't come forward yet. Dahlia sets the egg on the ground a foot in front of her and steps back. Now the fox runs up and greedily snatches up the egg. However, the actual snatching proves to be difficult. The small creature wrestles with the egg, fighting to get it into its mouth. The fox paws it, rolls it, and finally wraps its body around the egg like a constrictor and staring venomously at Ford and Dahlia until they move on.
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Re: Sappy Ford Luvz « Reply #9 on Nov 3, 2009, 3:22pm »
Seriously worried about the continued safety of his hands, Ford nevertheless does as instructed, trusting that Dahlia wouldn’t let his hand be bitten off by a large and severely frightening bird. Or, if she did, that she could somehow magically put it back on. They do that sort of thing, you know.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, Dahlia finishes her task, and Ford steps back from the bird unscathed and much less wary. Well, still wary. But not so nervous, he supposes. He follows her out, then pauses behind her as she sees the fox.
Does he want to see something funny? Ford spends a moment just staring down at her. She has the most adorable smile… funny, right. “Uh, yes, all right,” he says after a moment, shaking his head.
He watches as she gives one of the eggs to the fox… which has absolutely no idea how to deal with it, but hell if that fox isn’t keeping that egg for itself. Ford stares, watching as the fox glowers at them, and then can’t help but laugh. Funny and adorable. Even glaring at them, the fox is cute. Seems fitting to Ford. “It’s going to take him ages to figure out what to do with the thing,” he comments as they move on, still grinning a bit back down a the fox (who is glowering balefully at them).
Re: Sappy Ford Luvz « Reply #10 on Nov 3, 2009, 5:16pm »
Dahlia smiles pleasantly. "Oh he'll eat it, as soon as he realizes he can roll it away with him."
She hums quietly to herself as she walks down the line of enclosures. She plucks various food items out of the basket that Ford carries as she reaches each animal. All of them seem very pleased to see her, and in better moods than the bird. Dahlia spares a few moments to pet each creature before moving on. Finally, at the back of the cottage, the basket is empty and the animals are fed. Dahlia wipes her hands and looks up to Ford with a smile.
"So what are your plans for the night, Ford?" Dahlia asks plesantly.
Now that they are done, Dahlia takes the basket from Ford and begins leading them back out of the second cottage. She heads back towards her own cottage where she replaces the basket at the aged work bench in back. She looks towards the Forest for a moment before returning her attention to Ford.
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Re: Sappy Ford Luvz « Reply #11 on Dec 1, 2009, 2:02am »
As he follows Dahlia with the basket, her feeding animals as she goes and humming while he just does his best not to get eaten and to recall what each animal is, Ford can’t help but grow more and more curious as to what had happened with Dorian, earlier. Things hadn’t seemed… normal. Not that he knows enough to know what’s normal, him being Ford and this being Hogwarts. But it had just struck him as odd. More odd than usual
Of course, he can’t possibly ask about Dorian. That would be completely intrusive, and though they’re friends, Ford doesn’t want to risk upsetting Dahlia by asking. Or risk their friendship. So he’s silent, wondering. Until she speaks.
“I… don’t really have any,” he admits, then immediately flushes. “I mean, I wanted to see if you needed any help, which… I did already… what about you?”
Re: Sappy Ford Luvz « Reply #12 on Dec 1, 2009, 2:15am »
Dahlia smiles. She doesn't know why people get so embarrassed about admitting that they don't have any plans. She knows that people assume it must mean that you're some kind of social leper if you don't have plans, but people have to be free to make plans in the first place don't they?
"Well, my typical evening plans are canceled indefinitely." Dahlia explains. "So I was planning on spending the evening trying to figure out what my new evening plans would be."
Reading between the lines, this might be an excellent indication for Ford that there was indeed something "odd" between Dahlia and Dorian. Specifically, that they're broken up. He might have grudgingly realized by now that her "evening plans" typically involve Dorian in some manner. But, as she mentioned, they are canceled. And indefinitely tends to more accurately mean permanently.
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Re: Sappy Ford Luvz « Reply #13 on Dec 1, 2009, 4:18pm »
That gives Ford pause; for all that people may think he’s not terribly bright, he really is smart enough. He comes across as less than bright most of the time because he has very little idea what’s going on around him most of the time. He does much better in the muggle world, since he pretty much is one. But when Dahlia says her usual evening plans are cancelled, he knows what she means.
Her evening plans, much as he is reluctant to admit it, usually involve Dorian. They’re together, after all, as he’s been told and as he’s seen. But if her usual evening plans are cancelled… indefinitely? Ford is afraid to hope. And then he feels bad for wanting to hope anything in the first place, because hoping that she broke up with her boyfriend is horrible. She seemed happy with Dorian. He can’t be selfish like that.
“Canceled?” he repeats, trying very hard to sound only worried for his friend, and not hopeful. This isn’t a competition, after all. If she did break up with him, Dahlia wouldn’t want to immediately switch over to him. Dahlia is way too good for him. And, plus… he’s… well, him.
Not to mention, for all he knows, she’s heartbroken over this. Although he thinks she looks slightly less than heartbroken, not that he’s an expert. “Did… something happen?” he asks hesitantly. “You don’t have to tell me, I just, sorry, just wondering.”
Re: Sappy Ford Luvz « Reply #14 on Dec 1, 2009, 5:50pm »
Dahlia continues to smile pleasantly. She clearly isn't upset by this line of questioning or by bringing up the fact that her plans are canceled. Instead she seems just as cheery as usual as she leads Ford into her cottage. The first thing Dahlia attends to is the lighting. Dusk is settling in and the cottage needs light. She flicks her want to light up a few candles and pesters the fire in the fireplace until it brightens up the room.
"It's fine." Dahlia assures him. He is free to ask her questions. "And yes, but nothing bad."
With the room lit now Dahlia sees a wicker basket on the kitchen table with various items hanging haphazardly out of it. She goes over to this and begins pawing through. Most of the items look like basic personal affects: a set of yellow robes, a tiny pair of blue shoes, a few pieces of jewelry. Dahlia seems to take inventory of these things casually. She places them on the table beside the basket as she moves through the layers.
Nothing seems out of order until she pulls out a pair of exceptionally skimpy pink lace underwear. Dahlia gives a lighthearted scowl at the item before fishing an envelope and quill out of a nearby drawer. The panties go in the envelope before she scrawls a message on the front. These are still not mine. Dahlia writes this upside down, then turns the envelope over to seal it and take it outside. She steps outside and whistles, being one of the only people who can summon a mail owl at random, before stuffing the envelope in the bird's claws and sending it to the Hufflepuff tower. At no point does Dahlia seem mad about this. If anything she seems mildly entertained, like this might be some sort of running joke between her and Dorian.
Dahlia piles everything back into the basket and turns her attention back to Ford. He looks mildly horrified about something. Perhaps a little more than is usual for him. Dahlia offers a soothing smile.
"Is there anything you like to do on evenings? Besides help me feed the animals."
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