Yule potluck party post is here! Open RP for all school

[iam_beowulf]

On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items

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[dangerous_pets]

Hagrid was entirely pleased with his gifts. They even fit him properly.

Grinning happily, the half-giant snagged a huge plate of food and walked outside to stand near the bonfire. The night was cold, and a fire seemed like an excellent idea. In a few moments, he was going to get one of those robes from the sleigh, assuming one could be charmed to fit him.

[igorofmalaria]

Hagrid was interrupted by Igor, who stared up at the giant.

"Hey, I know you! You're the guy with all the monsters!"

There was a moment of silence as Igor stared, swaying a little.

"You're very taaaall." He gave a disturbing giggle. "I bet you could beat any of thoshe creatures up, no problem."

[dangerous_pets]

Hagrid glanced down at Igor aand smiled. "Well... they are monsters, most of 'em, aye, but mostly the ones I keep are real sweet, once yeh get ter know 'em."

[igorofmalaria]

"Oh, yeah?" he said, encouragingly.

He was mildly surprised- sweetness wasn't the first thing he thought of when monsters came to mind. He gave Hagrid a friendly poke with his elbow. "What all've you got, eh? I know there's shome dragons around."

All the while Igor was giving the giant a big, adoring (if unsteady) grin. "Say, you're not a bad looking guy" he blurted finally.

[dangerous_pets]

"I don' have dragons," Hagrid said regretfully. "Tried ter raise some of 'em once, bu' it didn' work out so well. The dragons here all came on their own." Which did not make Hagrid any less of a fanboy.

The comment about his looks he ignored. After all, he would happily prattle on about dragons all day if people let him.

[igorofmalaria]

"I talked to some of the dragons." Igor was willing to be distracted by stories of monsters. "They offered to defend Hogwarts and that was nice, considering they could torch the place. Maybe I could see the stables sometime...?"

[dangerous_pets]

Hagrid grinned happily. "O' course yeh can," he said. "Stop by my hut sometime an' I'll give yeh the grand tour." Hagrid was always happy to show his pets off to interested people.

[igorofmalaria]

Igor's flirting had apparently gone over Hagrid's head, but he just grinned again. "Sure, that would be great. I'd love to see your place." Cue glassy-eyed staring for a few seconds too long.

[smaug_thegolden]

Smaug had the misfortune of (still) being under the effects of an enchantment which reverted him in age to the form of a cat-sized dragon hatchling. He happily snatched up the Corusca gem that was his Yule Goat gift, then proceeded to cause quite a mess in the Great Hall as he attempted to claim one of the wine fountains as his own, until eventually being shooed outside by irritated house-elves.

It was there that he ran into Hagrid-quite literally. After a bit of awkward flapping and flailing he'd managed to hook his needle claws into Hagrid's coat (hmm, and something was awfully familiar about that coat), and so climbed the rest the way up and settled in Hagrid's hair. A second later he was peering into Hagrid's face, upside down, then pointedly looked toward the half-giant's heaping plate of food.

[dangerous_pets]

Hagrid did not recognize Smaug immediately now that he appeared to be a hatchling, but this was Hagrid. There were few things he was truly averse to, but havinng a wee dragon hatchling climbing all over him was not one of them.

"Well, hello there," he said warmly. He gently extriccated the dragonet from his hair and gave him a slightly less painful perch on his shoulder, then reached for a slice of ham, holding it out for Smaug to take directly from his hand. All the while he crooned nonsense in a singsong voice at the dragon.

[iam_beowulf]

Beowulf was surprised to see a creature who must be either a bear's-son or some kind of a malnourished giant! Was it kin or foe?

Only one way to find out!

The Geat -- not a short man himself, though not of giant-kindred -- clomped up to the bear-giant-ish man. Today Beowulf was rocking his traditional Yuletide ensemble: to the leather briefs, boots, and open Hogwarts robe, he'd added the rainbow scarf, hat, and gloves that Pippi Longstocking gave him in a Secret Santa exchange some years ago. The Gryffindor tie had to be looped about his arm as an armband, since Pippi's hat kept him from wearing it knotted about his head as was his wont.

Atop Pippi's hat perched Beowulf's prefect hat. The top of his head was being kept very warm. He could still use a fur robe, however.

"I AM BEOWULF," he boomed. "WHAT MANNER OF MAN ARE YOU?"

[dangerous_pets]

Hagrid took a moment to stare in surprise at this new acquaintance. He certainly had an odd sense of dress, but it wasn't like the half-giant was any kind of fashion connosseur either.

"I'm Hagrid," he said, not understanding the question particularly. "I'm the groundskeeper 'ere. An' I see you're a Gryfindor." He beamed with mutual house pride.

[iam_beowulf]

"I AM THE PREFECT OF GRYFFINDOR!" Beowulf had house pride aplenty. "IT IS THE HOUSE OF HEROES."

[dangerous_pets]

"Aye," Hagrid replied amiably. "There's lots o' heroes an' great wizards in Gryffindor. Have yeh met Albus Dumbledore? 'E's a great man."

[iam_beowulf]

Beowulf ... couldn't remember!

"WHAT DOES HE SMELL LIKE?"

[dangerous_pets]

"I dunno," Hagrid said. "Never thought about that much. 'E eats a lot of sweets, though, so I guess that's what 'e smells like."