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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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.
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"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."
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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.
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The comment about his looks he ignored. After all, he would happily prattle on about dragons all day if people let him.
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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.
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"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.
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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?"
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"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.
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"WHAT DOES HE SMELL LIKE?"
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